„Lin Ming! You do what!”
Sheng Mei had a scare, stopped by calling out Lin Ming hurriedly, penetrates in the hand these hundred million years of blood ponds, god knows will have the what matter, perhaps these blood itself have the violently poisonous and intense corrosiveness, or contained the might astonishing curse.
Lin Ming gives the look that Sheng Mei has made her feel at ease, has extended the hand resolutely, the Lin Ming arm surface, covers force field that air/Qi of primordial chaos has congealed, mounted the thick blood to separate these.
His hand, agitation gently in blood pond, enough one stick of incense time, Lin Ming traced this blood pond, then, slowly has pulled out the hand.
He begins to extend spatially, but pulls out, in his hand were many a long thing.
This thing is all over the body jet black, there are one zhang (3.33 m) three feet, wants long one section compared with the Lin Ming height.
It looks like looks like a fierce centipede, from beginning to end, one successively, each stretches out three fierce sharp thorns, each spur has half foot, very ominous offense.
Lin Ming has placed in it the ground, it is thicker than the thigh of Sheng Mei, is having the sense of reality of metal, pan- dense cold brightness.
„This is” Sheng Mei looks at this thing, only thought that heartbeat has leaked a racket, this absolutely is a greatly ominous thing, implication the air/Qi of blood ghost, has congealed to turn into substantive.
„Is the weapon that the antiquity peerless devil refined?”
The sense of reality of that metal, the dense cold brightness, as well as the air/Qi of bloody slaughtering, makes the human have such guess unavoidably.
However Lin Ming has pondered a while, actually slightly shakes the head, start to talk said: „This is not a weapon, should a bone, say accurately is the spine!”
( Train of thought is somewhat chaotic, today has one)