Chapter 414: Genocide Scissors

Formalin came and saw Mo Qiong like this, and almost shot him.

However, after figuring out the situation, he immediately took out eight Danmu from the virtual island.

"Mo Qiong, take it! This is Danmu!"

Mo Qiong heard the wind, took the Danmu and ate it without hesitation.

Danmu can be fearless if it eats one fire of 300 degrees, and two is 500 degrees. The more it eats, the lower the effect.

Mo Qiong ate eight in a row, and he could withstand the high temperature of 1,000 degrees Celsius. His body finally felt better. During the eating process, he actually felt that six might be enough.

In fact, the real immortal black flame can ignore any resistance and burn absolutely, but this is a pseudo black flame. Regardless of whether the inner demon black flame is reproduced or not, even if it can ignore resistance, its absoluteness is lower than that of Danmu.

Luo Yan said before that although these inner demons have even manifested their absolute characteristics, their absoluteness is extremely low.

After all, it is just one of the derivatives of the doomsday equation, one of the countless derivatives derived again.

"I owe you this, I'll pay you back when I get the harvest!" The pain on Mo Qiong's body was swept away.

Although the black flames still burned all over his body, they did not continue to destroy him.

The danmu increased the organism's ability to withstand high temperature damage. As long as the temperature of the black flames did not exceed one thousand degrees Celsius, he would not be harmed.

Mo Qiong's current situation was like he had eaten the lightning wood before, and his body was easily electrified.

He was surrounded by black flames, but he seemed to be fine, like a terrifying fire man.

For ordinary flames, when the fuel is used up, it will go out. Under the effect of the danmu, the flame cannot obtain fuel from human cells and should have disappeared.

But this inner demon black flame will not. The inner demon continues to provide energy. As long as the inner demon is not dead, the black flame will not go out.

This is a confrontation...

The fire attack and fire resistance are deadlocked on Mo Qiong. Mo Qiong now looks like the inner demon, a blurry figure burning with black flames...

"Fortunately, only one eye is blind..." Mo Qiong slowly opened his eyes.

His right eye was cloudy, with yellow and black swollen cells squeezed together.

His left eye was better, probably because he protected his left eye in time when he cut open his left arm to bleed.

He could barely see now, but it was also blurry.

His body surface was completely destroyed. The black flames burned too evenly, and the burn area was 100%. All the hair was gone.

Touching his bald head, Mo Qiong was also helpless.

Finally he survived. Now there must be a way to solve this situation. I don't care about it for now.

He glanced at Formaldehyde and said, "Are you the only one to support?"

Formaldehyde said, "There are more than one place in danger. I'm so busy."

"Mo Qiong, stop Taotie! Leave the others to me." Formaldehyde shouted.

"Understood!"

Mo Qiong saw that Taotie was cut into pieces by him and was still rushing towards Luo Yi, so he pushed it away immediately.

Taotie is now also burning with black flames, which is simply feared by gods and ghosts. Who else dares to stop it except Formaldehyde?

Formaldehyde is a member of Gamma Club, and there can't be too many Danmu. It's impossible for someone to be infected with black flames and immediately take six more Danmu to save his life.

Mo Qiong chopped Taotie frantically to speed up its burning. Looking at the other side, Formaldehyde was dealing with the blood-stained medal and the triangular iron head.

These two are ordinary demons. Formaldehyde dodged the triangular iron head like a leisurely stroll and slashed it fiercely. He opened his hand and grasped the void.

The air around the triangular iron head solidified and compressed centripetally.

Mo Qiong was amazed, this air wall is so strong.

I saw that the strong muscles of the triangular iron head were squeezed out of blood, and the bones were pierced and the muscles were protruding, as if they were about to be squeezed to death by the high-pressure pump.

How many sweets has Formaldehyde eaten! This is the person with the strongest sweetness force field that Mo Qiong has seen.

But this trick of air compression seems to require high concentration.

Just as Formaldehyde was dealing with the triangular iron head, a pair of scissors suddenly appeared behind him, piercing through countless small buildings and killing him.

Ignoring the outside personnel, he rushed straight to Formaldehyde.

Mo Qiong was shocked. He knew it was Formaldehyde's inner demon at a glance. Good guy, the reinforcements brought their own inner demon.

"Be careful!" Mo Qiong reminded.

The small scissors flew to the back of Formaldehyde's head, and with a click, they cut gently.

Formaldehyde didn't even turn his head back or hide.

Because before that, the silver ring snake on his neck suddenly stretched out a sharp short thorn from its mouth and stabbed Formaldehyde's vital point behind his neck.

When the inner demon scissors flew over, several chocolates, sweet cakes, and beef jerky had already burst out of Formaldehyde's body.

Formaldehyde skillfully controlled the air wall to hold the food, squeezing the triangular iron head while ignoring the inner demon behind him and eating snacks.

After the scissors cut, nothing happened, and Formaldehyde didn't even lose a hair.

He is now in a ten-second immortal state. As long as he eats all the food that explodes, he will be immune to the fatal injuries before.

The scissors, as his inner demon, must have absolute characteristics, but the clacking sound behind his head has no effect on Formaldehyde.

You can kill as much as you want, I will eat my snacks.

"Don't worry about me, Mo Qiong, when I encounter a fatal crisis, Xiao A will kill me first." Formaldehyde laughed.

Mo Qiong sighed, he had seen such a routine a long time ago.

Choose the lesser of two evils. When encountering danger, the snake will first "kill" Formaldehyde, so that it only needs to eat a small amount of food.

One person and one snake, cooperate seamlessly, as long as the snake can react, Formaldehyde will be immortal.

Kill the snake first, but the inner demon obviously doesn't understand this principle. The inner demon who has not yet been freed will not attack targets other than formalin.

"Squeak!"

In just twenty seconds, the Triangle Iron Head was squeezed alive by formalin and turned into a bloody pulp. This was because the goal was to heal quickly and the Triangle Iron Head was physically tough.

If it were an ordinary person, it would probably turn into mincemeat in a matter of seconds.

The triangular iron head turned into a pulp, and a high-explosive grenade was thrown into it with formalin. There was a muffled sound, and a scarlet implosion formed in the air 'pressure chamber' that was squeezed into a ball.

The power of the grenade was increased several times because it was squeezed into a small space, and it completely blasted the triangular iron head into coke.

As soon as Formalin let go of his hand, he saw black charcoal residue falling into pieces in mid-air, and the triangular iron head perished.

After getting rid of the triangle head, he turned to hold the blood-stained medal that was chasing the surrounding people.

This blood-stained medal was an Alpha medal. Looking at the medal, the peripheral staff burst into tears and almost collapsed.

Behind everyone's inner demons, there is a story. Members of the club can face it calmly, but the same cannot be said for those on the periphery.

The peripheral personnel being chased by the medal showed no resistance at all and were immersed in painful memories.

If it weren't for Wei Lan's help before and the people Mo Qiong brought to help him hold off his inner demon, this brother would have allowed himself to be killed by his inner demon.

"You are not in a suitable condition to continue fighting, brother. If there is something wrong with your mentality, just go back to the safe house." Formalin asked as he threw a grenade into the air balloon and imploded the medal.

"I'm sorry, I'm too cowardly..." the peripheral staff howled in shame.

Formalin smiled and said: "You won't be a coward if you can become a member of the armed squad. Is this medal for the brother who brought you into the society?"

Although the armed squad is a peripheral establishment, it still has to face various crises. It can be said that it does not have the strength of the members, but it does the same work as the members.

How can a person who is willing to fight side by side with the members as a peripheral person be cowardly?

The peripheral worker sobbed: "He grew up with me, joined the club together, and trained together. He became a club member, and I joined the peripheral. I have worked in the peripheral for six years, but he never helped me with my recommendation letter. Sign it."

"I faced the same danger as him, but the treatment was completely different. He could get a medal, but I couldn't get it. I used to resent him for this..."

"I think he is very cowardly. He is always worried about this and that. He always speculates on fictitious possibilities. He does not dare to take the contained items even if they are there. He only dares to take them after observing them and being sure."

"It was only after he died that I realized that in the face of real death, peripheral personnel can retreat, but members cannot. Members guard the last line and there is no way out."

"I am the one who is truly cowardly. I poke out the trap like a reckless man and can turn around and run away. But he has to rush forward and face the thing that goes berserk before he can figure out its characteristics!"

"He is not cowardly, he is cautious and just wants to live... I killed him."

Formalin destroyed the inner demon of the medal, turned around and said, "You didn't kill him, can you figure it out?"

The peripheral staff were silent.

Formalin shrugged and said, "If you can't figure it out, just go back to the safe house. Haha, I can't figure it out either, even though I warned myself countless times that it wasn't me who killed my family. But my inner demon is still this pair of scissors."

"This pair of scissors..." the peripheral officer asked.

Formalin wrapped the fake Luo Yi with an air balloon again and said with a smile: "Its prototype is the scissors that destroyed my entire clan. This cut will hurt ten members of my father's clan, my mother's clan, and my wife's clan." Three people were shot to death halfway across the world, perfectly bypassing my starving ghost effect, because it just didn’t kill me.”

Mo Qiong listened on the sidelines and his scalp suddenly went numb.

He said how could Formalin's inner demon be a pair of scissors? With his immortality, even if the scissors had some characteristics such as absolute cutting, he wouldn't be afraid. If he was really afraid, then he wouldn't be able to do it now. Just stand here alive.

It turns out that the prototype of this scissor is a device that does not damage the target, but damages all relatives from a distance.

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p.s: Sorry, there is still one chapter left, and it will be posted after twelve o'clock again...