Chapter 139: Five Hundred Human Sacrifices!

"Don't worry about him every day!"

Feng Wanli scolded in a low voice, then looked around and scanned the entire monitoring room, but fortunately he did not attract the pen fairy.

"I... I remember!"

Zhang Qijin nodded again and again, and his pale yellow face turned a little red.

It's really hard to be shy for him.

Feng Wanli shook his head slightly, let go of Zhang Qijin, and walked towards Nangong Ling.

"Smack!"

There was not much nonsense, and he slapped it directly, but Feng Wanli didn't spare the slightest hand, and the two halves of his face instantly opened his flesh, and the light red blood slowly flowed out.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

Although Nangong Ling was unconscious, he still had a sense of touch, and he shouted with a sullen body: "Don't!

"It seems that he has to try to get rid of the filthy power left by the pen fairy on his body first!"

Feng Wanli's sword frowned slightly, and slowly raised his right hand.

"Crackling!"

With the condensation of the lightning thunder fist, purple arcs instantly condensed on the right hand.

"The system is not bad, it shouldn't die!"

Feng Wanli raised his eyebrows, looking at Nangong Ling on the ground, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

The Zhengyi Divine Thunder condensed by the Lightning Thunder Fist can indeed solve the curse brand of the pen immortal, and it stands to reason that it can help ordinary people remove the imprint on their bodies, but this is only theoretical, after all, the quality of ordinary people is extremely low, and the Zhengyi Divine Thunder will lift the curse, and the remaining power of the divine thunder is extremely fatal to ordinary people, that is, the early stage of qi training, that is, the monks in the first three layers of qi training, Feng Wanli dare not guarantee that they can withstand most of the divine thunder power that has been cursed by the pen immortal.

As for Nangong Ling, the experimental subject on the ground, Feng Wanli did not have the slightest mercy, after all, when he hurt himself, he did not pity himself.

"One tenth!"

Feng Wanli controlled the output of spiritual power, pouring ten percent of the spiritual power silk in his body, that is, 100 spiritual power threads, into his right palm, and the purple thunder mangs condensed into a ball and pressed hard.

"Thorn Lala!"

The thunder and lightning and the yin power of the pen fairy touched each other, and bursts of pale black fog rose in an instant, and the fishy smell was unpleasant.

Seeing this, Feng Wan's color was as usual, and he looked at the pitch-black five-finger imprint with bated breath.

Compared with Nangong Ling, he has cultivated the King Kong Immovable Ming King Body, not only is his strength very strong, but even his muscles are extremely hard, while Nangong Ling is just an ordinary ability, although his physical fitness has been greatly strengthened due to the ability to change into this ugly state, but he still can't resist the Zhengyi Divine Thunder.

Where the divine thunder passed, the pitch-black five-finger imprint slowly disappeared, and at the same time, its skin and muscles were instantly shattered by the Zhengyi divine thunder, and as soon as the blood gushed out, it was dried by the divine thunder.

"Oh no!"

At this moment, an exclamation suddenly came from behind him.

"Click!"

An incomparably crisp sound of bones breaking sounded, Feng Wan's interior turned black, looking at the exposed and incomplete shoulder bones, he couldn't help rubbing his hands in embarrassment, and then crushed the remaining divine thunder.

"Ah!!h

The shoulder bone was cut in half, and the intense and inhuman pain instantly hit Nangong Ling, directly causing him to wake up from his coma in an instant, his eyes were confused, and he kept looking.

"Click!

At the same time, with the sound of panicked footsteps, it was obvious that Zhang Qijin hurriedly ran over.

Feng Wanli tilted his head slightly, looked at the panicked Zhang Qijin, and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Zhang Qijin pointed to the screen behind him, and said with a shocked face: "That Wang Lin killed someone!!"

"Murder?"

Feng Wanli also wondered in his heart, what kind of tricks did Wang Lin do, walked quickly to the display screen, and looked at the camera screen in the hall on the first floor.

"This gate is closed, how are we going to get out!"

"Is that really a ghost?"

"It's not going to be a movie, is it, how can there be ghosts?"

。。。。。。。

On the first floor, the people gathered around Wang Lin looked at each other, kept talking, and some people kicked the hard iron door from time to time, and kept scolding.

"Didn't you tell us to come over?

A young man in a white shirt set his eyes on Wang Lin, who was holding a horn, and directly stepped forward and pushed, "Do you know how to get out?"

"Yes, yes!"

Seeing someone speak, everyone echoed it one by one, and they all looked at Wang Lin and asked:

"How are we going to get out!"

"You're talking, what if that ghost comes!"

"If you want me to tell me, did you bring that ghost in!"

。。。。。。

In response to everyone's accusations and questions, Wang Lin's face was impermanent, he silently glanced at everyone, and said lightly: "500 people, presumably the blood is enough." ”

"What kind of blood are you talking about!"

The young man in the white shirt looked puzzled: "God Shinto, I'm asking you how to get out!"

"Smack!"

Wang Lin was expressionless, and directly smashed the horn in his hand on the head of the young man in white, and the huge force directly shook him several meters away, and then his eyes flashed with a hint of yellow, and he half-squatted down, and slapped the tiles with both hands.

"Click!

The originally smooth and complete floor instantly appeared cracks, and one after another Huangyan fragments flew out of the ground in an instant, turning into deadly blades, interspersed with the bodies of the five hundred survivors around them, and the blood was like a fountain, gurgling out of the survivors' bodies, and in the blink of an eye, the originally clean ground was instantly blood-red.

"Big guy, what do you say he's doing!"

Zhang Qijin looked puzzled, pointed to Wang Lin, who kept killing the remaining survivors, and asked.

Feng Wanli glared at Zhang Qijin: "I originally expected you to predict it, but now I can only ask him!"

After saying that, Feng Wanli set his eyes on Nangong Ling, who was gradually sobering up, walked over quickly, and with a right hand, his two-meter-tall body was also very easy to mention to the table under Feng Wanli's huge force, pointing to the screen and asking, "Tell me, your plan." ”

"Yes. . . I'm sorry!"

With a clear mind and a clear face, Nangong Ling suddenly spoke.

Feng Wanli raised his eyebrows: "It's boring, tell me what you want to do?"

Looking at Feng Wanli with an indifferent face, a hint of apology flashed in Nangong Ling's eyes, and then he turned his head to look at the screen, and laughed at himself: "He has succeeded, there are five hundred of those people, and it makes no difference whether he says it or not." ”

"Five hundred. ”

Feng Wanli's eyes flashed, he grasped this key word, and then asked, "Go on." ”

"Ever since we were cursed by the pen fairy, we are looking for everything we can get rid of. ”

Speaking of this, Nangong Ling sighed lightly: "But the strength of that pen immortal is too strong, and the methods we found have all failed one by one, just a few days ago, we found a way to get rid of the pen immortal." ”