Zamu was defeated too quickly.

So much so that he had already knelt in front of Wei Fang, and he hadn't fully reacted.

In this confrontation, Wei Fang showed the essence of a powerful transcendent who fused countless transcendent equations.

Even if Zamu was a powerful rank 8 professional, to him, he was just a more powerful ant.

"You, you...... How could you, how could you? ”

Zamu came back to his senses, his expression was difficult to maintain, and he looked at Wei Fang's gaze as if he was looking at some monster.

The strength of this person was beyond his imagination, so that he didn't have the slightest power to fight back, and he felt that he was not facing a transcendent person of the same level.

Rather, the embodiment of a god.

Just, how is this possible?

In fact.

Before deciding to deal with Wei Fang, Zamu had already deeply understood some of Wei Fang's information, and knew that Wei Fang was only in Shuangri Xingyu, and with this kind of luck, he plundered the fate of the Lord of Heavenly Flame and was initially promoted to the eighth level.

This kind of newly promoted eighth level is naturally unattainable for ordinary transcendents, big shots.

But.

For many veteran eighth-level professionals in the Galaxy Civilization, they are rookies and weak chickens.

Strength itself is the bottom.

Moreover, because there is no accumulation of time, there are no corresponding god items on the body, if you really want to deliberately target, as long as you make sufficient preparations in advance, it is possible to kill them by several people of the same rank.

So.

He was quite confident in this assassination mission, otherwise, he would not have held this "Level 8 Destiny" auction in advance.

However, he didn't expect that reality would play a big joke on him, and the target of their assassination this time was not an ant, but a giant dragon.

Now, his two companions have died at the hands of this one, and then, if the operation is not done well, he is expected to follow in the footsteps of those two companions.

Zamu's heart was pounding and he was a little flustered.

But as an eighth-level professional, he wanted to save a little dignity, so he didn't answer Wei Fang's question immediately, but said in a rather soft voice:

"Your Excellency's strength is indeed far beyond my imagination.

"The Hand of Fear has chosen to deal with you a huge mistake, please forgive me for my recklessness, I will pay for this mistake and will compensate you."

He paused, then continued:

"However, I hope this is the end of this matter, and we don't get too entangled with each other anymore."

"Well, although you are very strong, behind the hand of fear, there is also a god, I understand your mood right now, but you don't want to offend a god.

No matter how strong the eighth level is, it is also the eighth level, there is no way to compare with the true god, once the god is angry, even if it is a look or a thought, it is an endless disaster.

This is the confidence of Zamu.

The reason why the Hand of Dread is unscrupulous in the galaxy civilization is because they have a powerful backstage, and they believe in a great god called the "Mirror of Madness".

He felt that although Wei Fang was strong, he couldn't compare with the real gods.

Wei Fang couldn't just vent his anger and destroy the hand of fear, in this case, he would really offend that god.

……

When Wei Fang heard this, his eyes blinked, and his voice said without the slightest fluctuation:

"You don't seem to really answer my question."

As he spoke, his palm was forced, and immediately a force like a collapse erupted:

"Since you don't want to say the answer, the answer is not what you asked.

"Well, I don't need to listen to your nonsense."

Thundered!

Thundered!

The entire spiritual world immediately boiled, and with Zamu as the center, the first black hole was born, and it emitted an unimaginable suction, absorbing all the flesh, spirit, authority, extraordinary power, spirit, and will of this eighth-level existence in one fell swoop, turning into the tiniest particle in this world.

Poof!

In less than a thousandth of a second, the person in charge of the Hand of Dread, a powerful eighth-level existence, died directly, and there were no bones left, leaving only a brass-colored bell, suspended in the air, dripping and spinning, exuding a vigorous twisting force.

This also seems to be a god item.

It's Zamu's hole card.

But after he met Wei Fang, he didn't even have a chance to use this divine item, and he was directly killed.

After doing this, Wei Fang did not pause, and directly stretched out his palm from the black hole. dragged out one picture after another.

Here are some important memories that belong to Zamu.

Here is him who goes to school with a school bag on his back. There was a girl on his bicycle. There is a transcendent being who has obtained a large amount of resources for the first time. There is a proud ambition to become a governor of the planet. There is a sixth-order professional who has stepped into the god level. There is a great god who prays earnestly. There is him who has become an eighth-level professional and stands at the peak of the galaxy civilization.

Wei Fang's eyes rolled slightly, and he purposefully pulled out a picture from these memory pictures.

It was the scene where Zamu was writing a letter replying to the Archbishop of the Lost Dream Order.

Wei Fang lowered his gaze, looked at it seriously for three seconds, and then waved his hand, causing all these memory images to shatter and disappear without a trace.

And then.

He looked thoughtful, frowned, and said to himself:

"Dream Cult?"

To be honest, because he didn't stay in the Star River Civilization Center for a long time, he didn't know the details of the Dream Cult at all, let alone why he was targeted.

But.

It doesn't matter, just know that this is the enemy.

He had already made a decision, first uproot the hand of fear, and then test the weight of this Dream Cult, if it was just a little mouse, then kill it directly and kill it.

At this moment.

Everything that happened here had already been seen by the many seventh-level peak professionals who came here to participate in the auction, and they cried out in their hearts.

That eighth-level existence, who was quite famous in the center of the galaxy civilization, Zamu, didn't even have a chance to resist in front of the lord who had just appeared in front of him, and for the first time, he directly knelt down and repented, and then his whole body was evaporated into faint spiritual particles.

This terrifying strength made their eyelids jump, and their hearts were oppressed like never before.

Many people have realized that a serious accident has happened here in the hand of fear, and they all want to leave far away now and not be affected.

But.

Although they had this idea, none of them dared to move, for fear of attracting the attention of this terrifying powerhouse.

……

Wei Fang really didn't have the idea of dealing with these people, he raised his palm and made a grasping posture.

In front of him, a heavy, bronze-smelling heavy gate appeared.

Kacha bang!

The gate slowly cracked, and behind it was a deep, dark starry sky.

Then.

An eighth-level being with a flustered expression and strong spiritual power surging all over his body suddenly emerged from this gate.

This is also an eighth-level professional who is also the Hand of Fear, when Zamu had an accident just now, he was keenly aware of what was happening here, but he didn't come to investigate, and made a decision to leave here in an instant.

This situation, after being captured by Wei Fang, immediately used the authority of space and fate to fool his mental illness and teleport it.

Before this eighth-level existence could figure out what was going on, Wei Fang blew lightly, and immediately one after another foams glowing with colorful colors wrapped around him, and the eighth-level existence was immediately sucked into a bubble.

Poof!

Turned into a pink piglet.

Transfiguration!

！

This eighth-level existence turned into a little pig in an instant, and at this moment, he completely lost himself, and was no longer an eighth-level professional, but a real little pig, which had fundamentally changed.

This eighth-level professional walked out of this heavy bronze gate, it was just the beginning, and immediately after, one after another, there were one after another transcendent beings of high or low level, who walked out, and they were wrapped in colorful foam falling nearby, becoming one after another different little animals.

This process lasted directly for ten minutes.

The gate in front of Wei Fang slowly closed, and around him, there were bubbles floating one after another, and there were different kinds of small animals in them?

He stood there, pondered for a while, and still did not kill these guys, but let his body spread out one bright spiritual thread after another, connecting with these little animals, and making them into his own spiritual puppets.

And then.

The superfluous spiritual thread passed through the building, enveloping the entire area of the Hand of Fear, controlling the members of the Hand of Fear who were ignorant, panicked, and trying to hide, one after another.

Eventually, these people lost themselves and became Wei Fang's spiritual puppets and became his followers.

Above the Hand of Fear, a huge door of light appeared, sending out a suction force that flowed downward, absorbing the believers into it.

At the same time, in addition to the building where Wei Fang was located, the surrounding meteorite belt, and various other buildings were also absorbed by this huge light gate.

Since this is the headquarters of the Dreaded Hand, there must be great wealth in this meteorite belt.

Since Wei Fang had already killed all the hands of fear, he naturally had to reap the spoils.

But.

He didn't have much time to sort it out, so he simply packed it up and took it away, and when he had the opportunity, he would look for the Chaos Family's stronghold in the Galaxy Civilization, and pack and sell these things together for the items he needed.

Wei Fang did not hide these things in the slightest, so he was also noticed by those seventh-level professionals below.

This made them more frightened and more apprehensive.

I feel that this strong man is too cruel.

Even the most famous starry pirates of the galaxy civilization couldn't do it to this extent, and they even ransacked all the hands of fear.

Not only did he control all the transcendents, but he didn't even let go of a single grass or tree here.

They thought that if it fell into the hands of such a murderous and powerful man. What kind of ending will there be.

At this time, Wei Fang also lowered his gaze, staring at these seventh-level peak professionals below, who had already read Zamu's memory, he naturally knew what these guys were from.

Hehe, he was actually ready to bid for his eighth-level fate.

To be honest, if he hadn't known that these guys didn't really belong to the Hand of Fear, but were the best of the various forces in the center of the galaxy civilization, he would have used the spiritual thread to turn these guys into his spiritual puppets.

But he knew it wasn't the right time to do so.

Otherwise, you will offend too many people.

He was a peace-loving man, and naturally it was impossible for him to do such a murderous thing.

At this time, a lady with a slender figure, wearing a black robe, and long hair with a black shawl, suddenly stood up, a rather respectful expression appeared on her face, bowed deeply, and directly 90 degrees, and said:

"Your Excellency, it can be seen that you should have a considerable hatred for the Hand of Dread, but those of us who have only been invited to bid here for an item have no real or special relationship with the Hand of Dread."

"This ...... That one...... This one...... That one...... Can you let us out of here? ”

There was no way, when Wei Fang's thoughts fell on these people after the entire hand of fear was destroyed, everyone felt a naked malice, as if it was above their heads. There is a ferocious beast that is opening its mouth, showing its sharp teeth and stinking saliva, ready to eat people.

So.

As a last resort, this lady could only stand up.

Of course, she also knew that Wei Fang couldn't let them go so simply, the purpose of her talk. It was to make Wei Fang make a condition, and they were willing to pay some price.

When Wei Fang heard this, his eyes narrowed, he first nodded, then shook his head, and said:

"I'm sorry, but I can't judge what you said, and it's hard to define your relationship with the Hand of Fear."

"Still, you people are definitely trying to live."

"So ......"

He paused, a smile on his lips, and said:

"So, let's hold another auction, you continue to bid, and I'll judge."

"However, this time you need to bid not on a specific item, but on your life.

"Only those who bid to my satisfaction can get out of here alive, otherwise, die!

”

He knew that these seventh-level peak professionals in front of him were all from various major forces in the Star River Civilization Center, and it was impossible for him to kill them all in one go?

However, it is still possible to operate by knocking on the bamboo pole and picking up the wool, after all, the ultimate goal of these people is to buy his eighth-level fate.

If you don't pick up a few layers of skin on them, how can you let them leave easily?

Hearing Wei Fang's words, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief, this person is willing to negotiate the conditions, but he is afraid that if he doesn't agree with him, he will directly kill them all and kill them all, if that's the case. But it's really unlucky.

At this time, a man with three heads, obviously a member of the aristocracy, stood up suddenly, wrote down a number on a piece of paper without hesitation, and waved his hand hard, so that it flew in front of Wei Fang.

He said loudly: "Your Excellency, I am willing to give you all the resources I brought this time, in exchange for me to be able to leave here smoothly. ”

Poof!

The three-headed man, before he finished speaking, exploded like a firework.

Wei Fang pinched the note he handed over, shook his head slightly, and said:

"All the resources you brought this time?

"Do you think this little thing can buy your life?

"I don't know how much to ask your dad for?

"Poor ghost.

“Tui。”

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Good evening, everyone!

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