The squad leader felt that his whole body was full of super energy, and his pink wings suddenly slowly popped up on both sides of his shoulders, in the shape of peach blossoms.

"Ahh Well... Ahh

In order to transfer the power, his gaze slowly shifted downward, and the tendons of his arms became clearer and clearer, and they glowed pink, a bit like iron chains, as if they were about to emit energy and frame the person down.

And over time, the body is like a shriveled balloon that is slowly energized by the pumping pump of the pink elixir, and then expands outward. The temperature also slowly rises as the energy rises, like a pot of water boiling gradually under the backdrop of a fire.

Suddenly, at one point, his body felt like he was being electrocuted, his brain was shaken, and his consciousness entered the pure pink area for a minute.

A girl slowly came to mind, she was very beautiful, liked to wear pink clothes, and always held a box of pink candy in her hand and hummed a song of pink kisses.

Slowly, another shadow got closer and closer to the girl, and the portrait became more and more delicate. He is very delicate, and his angular face exudes the nobility of a famous family.

The eight-pack abs can be seen through the thin clothes, and the strange thing is that the center of each abs is printed with the logo of the peach blossom.

At that moment, the squad warden's memory area seemed to be constantly pried open by the drill, but there was another force in the outside world that was constantly suppressing.

In the pain and struggle, he smelled a sense of familiarity, and the pink peach blossom wings suddenly flapped violently, and one by one the peach blossoms appeared in the air, and it rained peach blossoms.

The onlookers opened their mouths in astonishment, and their expressions froze for a moment, because the fragrance of the peach blossoms confused their minds, and they were frozen in time.

At this time, the portrait in the warden's mind slowly disappeared, but a steady stream of electric factors appeared in his body, and his body, which was originally a little soft, also hardened.

So he opened his eyes, and his body automatically turned to the young man at the fastest speed, and his fist rolled up at the fastest speed, and a powerful force prompted him to push forward, and all the young man's souls were scattered in an instant, and the wick of the soul was also in a sense of dying crisis.

At this time, the essence of the soul floating in the air was automatically absorbed by the body of the squad warden, and the eyes slowly emitted pink light, and then with the convergence of energy, two pink fireballs were formed.

When the rest of the people at the scene saw this scene, they were no longer eating, but more afraid, and their souls began to shake slowly.

Especially the old man who deceived him, his body has been quietly moving out, trying to leave the scene, but his body has been weighed down by the tense pressure, and the possibility of moving one step is comparable to Sun Wukong's attempt to escape Wuzhi Mountain.

With a flickering breath, he turned his head to look at the scattered souls of his colleagues—

It was found to be regrouping at an extremely slow pace, but weakened. Any newcomer who comes underground can easily hurt him.

The warden thought it was all magical, but he was skeptical about the superpowers in his body, but at the same time he was a little afraid that it was only a one-time use, so he set his sights on the deceived old man.

"Why don't you use him as an experiment?"

His head slowly began to turn, and the expression of indifference on his face was like that of a cold beast in the abyss, exuding hunger, thirst and hatred.

A little messy hair seemed to have received a signal to fight, and suddenly slowly jumped up one after another, and even flew a small pink illusory bow and arrow.

He lowered his head and took a deep breath, his hands pushed forward along the pink air current, and all the small pink peach arrows shot towards the old man.

"Ahh

The squad warden looked at the old man's distorted soul without a trace of sympathy on his face, and his eyes were fixed on his eyes that were so painful that they narrowed into a slit, as if he wanted to break the gap with his eyes and plug all his pain and grievances.

Suddenly, I don't know why, the squad warden's body leaned forward, and his hand was like a spring that was inadvertently under heavy pressure without his control, stretching directly towards the old man's neck, and with a gentle pinch, the old man no longer had any hope of cultivating.

Although there is no sign of death underground, if the wick of the soul is completely extinguished and cannot be restored, the soul will turn into smoke or liquid, which will exist in the smelting pool of hell, mixing with corpse gas and poisonous gas.

Every time a large weapon is made underground, it is necessary to use corpse gas and poison gas, and a part of the soul that has been crushed with the wick is mixed into it.

An incomplete soul will experience life and death, purgatory-like pain, like a patient in the intensive care unit who suffers from some high-risk disease, unable to sit, lie down, eat, or even close his eyes all day long.

It will then be a month before the gate to the existence of the smelting pool will reopen, releasing new vitality to help it repair its soul.

The process of soul repair is also very painful, like the tearing pain of a pregnant woman during childbirth, and it lasts for half a month.

The most terrible thing is that every repair is accompanied by the possibility of failure, once it fails, it will produce illusory small tumors, and then when it is invaded by poisonous gas and corpse gas, it will burst one after another at a certain moment, like firecrackers during the New Year.

The vicious consequences continue to cycle repeatedly, leaving every soul who has been treated with despair and pain, but no time to be sad...

So the old man was very frightened, and although his body was in pain, he still tried to slowly lift one hand, and although he had tried his best, it was only a little distance from the ground, like a thousand pounds of big stone pressing down on a big stone.

It took a lot of effort for the old man to say a word, and his breath was already very weak, and the eyeballs on his hideous face were about to pop out.

The words slipped into the warden's ears, and his consciousness slowly regained a bit, and the strength of his hand slowly weakened.

"Is it the warden?" At that moment, the squad warden looked like an annoying majesty of interrogation, and his serious and cold temperament had a kind of inviolable appearance of the glory of the king.

He felt that he had suddenly grown up and matured at a certain moment, and the circuits in his mind became clear, and the appearance of the immature boy slowly disappeared from his mind.

It is not that the squad warden deliberately forgets on his own initiative, but that the functional structure of the body has changed.