"Damn, what is this?"

"Why does the fourth child have black gas on his body?"

"Ghostly?"

"Look at those paintings!"

"Really, it's all true, all the black gas comes from the oil paintings."

"Doudou is not normal."

"? What's going on with Mr. Han and his companions? How is it colorful? ”

"Nonsense, people are high-ranking people, and they must be different from us mortals."

"I'm relieved now."

"Good thing I didn't get this."

"At that time, I felt that something was wrong with that bullshit painter, but I didn't expect it to be really a problem."

"Me too, my wife watched other people paint, and it didn't cost money, and she also shouted to draw a family portrait, saying that the painting was good, but I persuaded it, because my mother still talked about me for several years."

"Nothing will happen to these people, right?"

"With Mr. Xiao Han here, it should be fine."

"Yes, there is Mr. Xiao Han here."

"Mr. Han, save my brother quickly, others are very honest, and they are by no means bad people."

"Yes, yes, and my second aunt, what a good person."

"Mr. Han, help."

"Mr. Han, help!"

"Mr. Han!"

"Mr. Han!"

The villagers who were lucky enough to be recruited began to call for Han Jingyang, and now, Han Jingyang has become their only hope.

From "Kneel" to "Revenge" to "Mr. Han".

Three slogans, three attitudes.

It's all from the same people.

It's funny.

The people who were recruited were staring at Han Jingyang with crazy eyes one by one, and they looked like they would rush up at any time, but they hesitated in place, as if they had not made up their minds.

What do you mean?

Scared?

Still is...... Can't do it?

Han Jingyang thought of the latter possibility.

It is not so simple to control these villagers, not only to maintain the connection, but also to maintain control all the time, even if it is controlled with the primordial spirit and consciousness, it is not so simple, because there are too many people to control this time, there are more than 200 people.

Even if you specialize in primordial gods or mind control, it is difficult for you to control more than 200 characters at the same time and operate the seats.

And this also makes use of so many props.

Without these oil paintings, which have been practiced for many years, even if the murderer comes in person, it is extremely difficult to control so many people at the same time.

However, being able to do this is already very powerful, and it is enough to prove the strength of the murderer.

Can't be careless.

Thinking so, Han Jingyang clapped his palms: "Normal people push back and let them ...... Come here. ”

The villagers who were not recruited retreated in unison, leaving a large area of open space.

Those villagers who were controlled no longer hesitated this time, and rushed towards Han Jingyang together, but the smoothness of the movements was not comparable to when the perimeter pillar was controlled, it was really similar to a puppet, as if the reflex arc was tens of thousands of light years long, and every time an action was completed, it had to pause for a few seconds before moving on to the next action.

Han Jingyang nodded slightly.

That's right.

The murderer is very powerful, but he is not invincible, at least he can't perfectly control more than 200 people at the same time.

Any strong man can deal with these villagers who are stuck and eaten.

If Liu Jing and Shi Xiaoya were to make a move, it would be easier.

Three times five divided by two can be completely solved.

Springs City.

Sunshine Garden Villa Community.

Inside Lui Che-keung's villa.

Lu Zhiqiang, who had just suffered a backlash, wiped his nosebleed indiscriminately, sat down cross-legged again, and tried to control more than 200 villagers.

It can be seen that Lu Zhiqiang is very struggling, his white skin is flushed, the green tendons on his forehead are bursting and bursting at any time, the muscles on his face are constantly twitching, and there are wisps of heat coming out of the sparse top of his head, which is steaming sweat.

But Lu Zhiqiang's face showed a perverted excitement: "Fight, fight!" ”

"The harder you fight, the better."

"Hey, hey, dare to spoil my good deeds, don't think about it!"

"As long as a few more people die, you will know how difficult it is for these Diao people to deal with!"

"What's more, the officials won't sit idly by!"

"I've already had people videotape, hehe, as long as there is a dead person, it will be transmitted to the Internet immediately, and then angry netizens will scold you to death."

"Fight with me, you're still too young, hahahaha!"

"Fight!"

"Hurry up and fight!"

"Rush, everyone rush, don't give him time to react!"

"Chong Han Jingyang!"

Lu Zhiqiang closed his eyes while manipulating the villagers to attack Han Jingyang, and at the same time chanted words, he didn't even know that the nosebleed was worse.

Lu Zhiqiang's intentions can not be described as ruthless.

Knowing that these villagers couldn't do anything to Han Jingyang, they still had to let these villagers charge.

As long as Han Jingyang and the people around Han Jingyang dare to fight back, when the time comes, one or two or even three or five villagers will die under the counterattack of Han Jingyang and others, and Han Jingyang and them will be in big trouble.

It's still the same sentence, don't die, everything is easy to say.

But when a person dies, that's another nature.

Neither the villagers nor the officials will give up.

If the operation is done properly, it can give Han Jingyang a hat that can't be taken off, making Han Jingyang a street rat that everyone shouts and beats.

In the courtyard of Zhou Zhenhua's house.

Deng Darong and the villagers looked at Han Jingyang anxiously, it was the first time they had seen such a gruesome scene, and the people in the same village who met every day had unknowingly become this kind of walking corpse-like appearance, and they showed extremely aggressiveness.

If these people suddenly attacked the people around them when Han Jingyang was not present, the result would be ......

Deng Darong shuddered, but he didn't dare to speak, for fear of disturbing Han Jingyang, so he could only look at Han Jingyang with more anxious eyes.

Han Jingyang shook his head in the face of the villagers who rushed up, pinched the mantra again, and shouted softly: "The sword qi lasts forever!" ”

As he spoke, he swung his arm downward, pointing at the oil painting on the flatbed.

This time, everyone in the audience saw it clearly.

A white sword aura flew out from nowhere, and a meteor pierced through the exquisitely painted oil paintings like a meteor catching the moon.

Over and over.

The white sword qi flew back and forth on the flatbed car, and every time it could bring out a black aura.

This picture is like a beautifully made Xianxia blockbuster.

Everyone at the scene witnessed this scene, and their emotions exploded instantly.

"it!"

"Awesome!"

"This is sword qi, real sword qi!"

"I listened, the sword qi lasts forever!"

"Mr. Xiao Han is so amazing!"

"Those paintings have no power to resist!"

"There are several swords!"

"This picture is comparable to the top special effects movie!"

"I have a feeling that I am watching Xu Laowei's "The Legend of Shu Mountain"."

"Awesome!"

"It's so exciting!"

"That's amazing!"

"I knew that Mr. Xiao Han must be fine."

"What is the origin of this Mr. Xiao Han? How many spells can be? ”

"I'm going to cultivate immortals."

"I knew that this world was not so simple, and there were indeed sword immortals!"

"That's right, this is the same method as the Sword Immortal, thousands of miles away to take people's heads invisible!"

"Fortunately, there is Mr. Xiao Han, otherwise...... It's scary to think about. ”

"Like, who would have thought that these beautiful oil paintings would be so wicked."