My Past Life Simulator Chapter 438

  The four heavenly kings "collected" by He Zhao have more or less the same special aura mixed with them. Cold, weird, evil, etc., everything is just appearance. The real characteristic is actually the same origin, an indescribable qi.

  Thinking of this, he couldn't wait, and escaped from the Netherworld with a chirp. And in a hurry, without caring about hiding the kind of restraint on his body, he was completely inhuman, or in other words, the power of a higher creature, and the aura of reaching the state of unity, rushed to Nan'an City.

  The road was unimpeded, disturbing countless people, and successfully arrived at a city with a population of millions. Without further ado, they went straight to the ground. After all, the four murderers were placed in the basement dug when they rented the small courtyard.

  「Click!」

   Landing on the ground with both feet, immediately take two quick steps forward, and sweep down the loess that buried the coffin with both hands, which has a calming effect.

   "Clang!"

  The lid of the coffin was lifted off casually, revealing three strange men with fierce eyes inside. Why three, not four. The deceitful bride herself wanted to stare but she wanted to stare, and even stared to death a certain instigator, the key is that she has no head, and the concubine can't do it.

  He smiled at the three vicious spirits who were known to have murdered countless people. At the beginning, when he was in the realm of law, he was still fearless. Now, he is already a demon cultivator in the unity state, and his life level has undergone a leap, reaching the inhuman state, will he be afraid?

  Of course not.

  There are only four prisoners, he can play with them however he wants.

   Not happy, what can they do if they anal!

   As for the fact that there are four in the coffin, how can you say that there are three of them? It's a pity that the fame has not been achieved, and he has been living in the grave, and has always been unknown.

  Seventh Palace Master: "Just read my ID number."

   Afterwards, he lifted the four monsters out of the coffin one by one, took out strong ropes from the ring, tied them to their ankles one by one, and hung them on the top beam responsible for fixing them.

  Pose, it's very unsightly. It looks like the crispy-skinned roast duck hung by vendors at street stalls. The whole picture is as shameful as it is.

  Thus, the malice of the four murderers was about to condense into substance. The cold and endless killing intent once made the basement damp and water seepage, and the temperature plummeted.

  As long as the person surnamed He can leave a piece of residue in the Youjie, it is considered that the Four Heavenly Kings still have a bit of humanity.

   "What are you staring at? Believe it or not, I'll pick out your eyeballs?"

  Heiwu man heard the words, his eyes subconsciously moved sideways.

   It has a very personal say in how cruel and inappropriate someone is.

  Pull open the coffin and choke the neck to force help, but not to help push it out to take the blame, the whole world is full of calculations, only one!

   "Hey, you're smart."

   After the voice fell, he stretched out his hands and groped up and down. Don't get me wrong, it's definitely not intentional to take advantage. I really want to get stuck, and there is a strange bride with a bumpy figure hanging upside down next to her. Isn't it infinitely stronger than the black mist who doesn't know whether he is a man or a woman, and whose body is like a washboard?

  The palm of your hand is relatively sensitive. At least by groping up and down, you can clearly feel the black mist covering the opponent's body, which is mixed with the dusty feeling on your body, or the feeling of being out of place, which is exactly the same.

"interesting."

  Next, his next target is——the deceitful bride.

   Stretched out his hands, touched it with a blank expression, and found the same breath.

  Looking at the two culprits again, not long ago, they almost condensed into real malice, and fell into an unprecedented depression.

  Especially the Heiwu man, although his face was full of mist, he clearly revealed the expression of [I'm not clean].

  The rest of the Seventh and Sixth Palace Masters withdrew their staring gazes early, and closed their eyes tightly, as if doing so would make He Zhao ignore them, acting like a proper ostrich.

   "Let's face it."

  How can he comfort?

   Immediately afterwards, the two villains, the Seventh and Sixth Palace Masters, were dealt with one by one.

   After a while, the four unlovely, maliciously plunged weirdos all had [Kill me] expressions on their faces.

   One thing to say, one can torture three frightening monsters to such an extent, only the famous ruthless people can do it.

   "How can I absorb the breath from them?"

  That's right, Ruthless Zhao intends to take a shortcut.

  Anyway, everyone's aura has the same root and origin, so there is no need to purify or anything. The process is equivalent to transferring all the money in the bank accounts of the four guys to concentrate in their own accounts.

   "How about trying to seduce?"

  The next second, he tried his best to control his feeling of being out of place, and tentatively condensed towards the black mist man.

   The first time, it fails.

  The second time, failed.

   The third time, failed.

  Article.

  One hundred and eighty first time, failed.

   Ask a question, if someone stands in front of you, with a constipated expression, blushing. And you hang upside down in front of the other party, how would you feel?

  Heiwu people have something to say, so please feel free to kill or cut, maybe you can't be more straightforward!

  It was nervous, afraid that it might not be a human thing, and it would not hold back any good farts in the next moment.

   In the blink of an eye, a day passed.

   Someone who has failed thousands of times finally figured out something.

  It can be grasped a little bit, and the feeling of dustiness can be controlled.

  Black Fog Man?

  It has been lying flat and broken, so what should I do?

  The other three culprits watched tremblingly all day, with their usual ferocious dispositions, they couldn't help feeling sympathetic, it's so **** miserable.

  The moment when the death row inmate was shot was not the most frightening moment. The real torment was the day before the execution. As for the Black Mist people, they "enjoyed" for 24 hours in a daze. If it weren't for special life forms, they would have collapsed long ago.

  「Relax, I promise I will succeed this time, take it once!」

  Heiwuren was even more worried about the confident human Shashi.

  Nima, from the beginning to the end, it just didn't understand what tricks the other party was playing.

  「Chi Liu—」

  The sense of dust is condensed into a line?

  Let's call it a line, the line sways left and right, looking like it might collapse at any time. Crackling and twisting around the Heiwu man to seduce him.

  At the same time, the special breath in the black mist seemed to be drawn, and attached to the "line" a little bit.

   "Success."

  He slapped his thigh, concentrating on maintaining the line, for fear that he would accidentally relax and cause the whole line to break.

   It took a lot of energy to finally retract the lines perfectly.

  「Hoo—」

   subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, it was much more difficult than finding the old turtle not long ago.

  The aura obtained from the black mist man was almost seamless, which immediately increased his sense of dust by more than three points.

  「Cheating succeeded.」

  He narrowed his eyes and glanced at the other three big murderers.

  It's all babies!

  The three weirdos shuddered in unison. Although the eyes of the human beings in front of them were not murderous at all, they contained an indescribable emotion?

  No, no, no, it should be said that it is the gaze of a young child who finds his favorite toy.

   As we all know, children's toys generally do not end well.

  「Hey hey hey」

  A burst of chilling laughter resounded in the cold and dark basement, adding a bit of horror out of thin air.

  The second "seduce" breath, success

  By the tenth time, the fog on the black mist man's body was almost only a thin layer, as if it could be blown away with just a breath.

   "Chi Liu!"

  The line retracted, and the dusty feeling on He Zhao's body became more profound.

  At this moment, the mist on the Black Mist Man completely shattered.

"do not"

   Plop! "

   Wait until the fog clears, revealing a middle-aged face. The opponent's face was pale and exposed to the air. In less than a second, he immediately swallowed his last breath and died completely.

  No, bro.

  Don't do anything?

  Please make it clear, the whole person is not up and down, it is intentional!

  To be honest, the famous ruthless person was made uncomfortable by his word "Don't". Don't say anything, or say it clearly in one breath, or die without saying a word.

   "I'll forget it."

   Wait until the other three culprits are settled, and find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to bury them, which can be regarded as a reward for the other party's contribution to him. It's a pity that the dead middle-aged man, as if weathered, shattered into powder and filled the basement in an instant.

  Is this a relief?

   "Oh, what a good man I am."

  You are welcome, call me Living Bodhisattva.

"Next!"

   Ignoring the ashes and ashes of the black mist man, he immediately shifted his target and came to the headless bride.

  The bride was in a panic, and Miaoman's figure kept trembling.

   Obviously, she didn't want to end up like the middle-aged man.

   "Don't panic, in a short while, you will be able to be a companion with it in time, and go to the underworld together."

  A funeral and a wedding, they are a perfect match.

  Because of the experience of the Black Mist Man, he absorbs the breath extremely fast, at most half the time of the former, and quickly transformed the red makeup of the tricky bride into white makeup.

   Then, without saying a word, it turned into fly ash on the spot.

  Hmm. The reason why I didn't speak may be because there is no head.

   "Seven generations of palace masters."

  He is a **** martial artist, and his talent in refining evil spirits was complained by Danyang [too **** rotten].

   In this regard, he personally does not believe it.

  The high probability is that people don't want to refine the sha, or they don't care about the sha practitioners.

   It is estimated that the fighting power of the Shashi Refining was not very good at that time, and I vaguely remember the description in Dan Yang's essays.

  A reckless man who is used to being reckless, it's strange if you let him stand in the back row as a mage.

   After that, tragedy.

  「Chi Liu—」

  The end of the thread came out and wrapped around the body of the Seventh Generation Palace Master.

   As expected of a character who needs ninety-nine corpses to suppress, the special aura on his body is extremely strong. Adding the Black Mist Man and the Sly Bride, it can be one-fifth of it.

   After a long time, I finally squeezed it out completely.

   Immediately afterwards, the Seventh Generation Palace Master revealed his true face.

  The dried-up corpse returned to the appearance of a human.

  With a delicate face, it is hard to imagine that the other party is a rough martial artist standing upright.

  He didn't speak like the Black Mist Man, but with a smile and a relieved expression on his face, he welcomed death calmly.

   "Wow-"

   The powder is flying, and there are no seven generations of palace masters in the world.

  「Hoo—」

   Let out a deep breath, and the next thing is the main event. Ding You, who has been missing for an unknown number of years and killed an unknown number of people.

  The breath on it is so strong that it is dreadful.

  Even if the surname He absorbs three people in a row, compared to the six generations of palace masters, one-tenth of them survive, so let's have fun.

  The end of the thread comes out and wraps around its body.

   Streams of breath flowed downstream, all gathered in his body.

  Through the first three big murders, his skills have been improved.

   It is no longer the same as before, every time you need to retract the line and perform complex operations repeatedly.

  Now the lines are more like infusion tubes, continuously absorbing the breath of the six generations of palace masters.

  The dusty feeling emanating from He Zhao's body became more powerful and vast.

   "Not enough."

  Even if all the aura of the Sixth Palace Master was taken away, it was still not enough for the realm of ascension.

   Moreover, the difference is not a star and a half. If I have to describe it, there is only a bucket of water in the pond.

   "The collection of breath in the Netherworld is faster than in the real world. However, even if I stay in the Netherworld all year round, I estimate that I will live for at least a hundred years."

  So, how did the first person who soared to the sky in front of countless people do it?

   "Perhaps, there is a solution in the city?"

  In an instant, he began to look for the idea of ​​the city that the Daxuan people built in the Youjie in the past.

No matter how bad it is, even if there is no method in the city, then due to the catastrophe, countless ordinary people, secret blood warriors, and evil spirits have no obvious talent, and finally the insanity turns into cunning evil spirits. At this moment, they have become terrifying and powerful. Is it weird?

  Obviously, he had a wrong idea again.

  In the eyes of others, it is a magic cave and a Jedi. In the eyes of Ruthless Zhao, it is a dungeon that continuously provides special aura and can be spawned repeatedly.

   "After the sixth generation of the palace master is settled, I will go directly to the city."

   Can't find it?

   It doesn't matter, even if you can't find the city, it is not a loss to find the way to practice in the secluded world.

   Finalize a plan to make no loss, or even make a small profit.

  The six generations of palace masters, with their ugly and cold faces, gradually became kind.

  The height of the child, the immature face, and the kind temperament make people grit their teeth. How did you blend the three temperaments so perfectly and properly?

   "Don't talk, listen to the old man."

   Oh, I'm going, the old monster can actually say a complete sentence, which is no better than the previous three trash.

   "There is something wrong with the breath at all. It is definitely not a product of Youjie. It must have ghosts."

  I absorbed a special breath for half a day, which was originally called the fundamental breath.

  "If I were you, I would never enter the Nether Realm for the rest of my life, and live in peace until the end of my life. In addition, I was killed by a force called the Golden Cicada Sect and thrown into the Nether Realm.

   Be careful, be careful. In case the Golden Cicada Sect comes to this world, there will be a catastrophe. Pay it back. Also, Zuzu. Zushi Zushixi. Xi found him in Youjie. You still have help."

  The voice fell, and the old monster fell from the beam with a plop.

  After falling to the ground, it instantly scattered into a ball of powder.

   Okay, I can only say three paragraphs.

   "The Golden Cicada Sect has a way to enter the Nether Realm?"

   "The six generations of palace masters met Xi in Youjie?"

   I have to say that Ding You revealed a lot of information.

   "Wait a minute, why am I thinking so much? It's none of my business! Ascension is the key. I don't care if it has ghosts or not. Anyway, it's just a game, the big deal is GG."

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