The four heavenly kings that He Zhao "collected" are more or less mixed with the same special aura. Cold, weird, evil, etc., everything is just an appearance. The real characteristics are actually from the same source, a single breath.

An indescribable anger.

Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to escape from the netherworld with a chirp. In addition, he was so furious that he didn't even bother to hide the power of a creature that was no longer human at all, or a more advanced creature, and the aura that reached the unity state, and rushed towards Nan'an City.

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The journey was smooth, disturbing countless people, and successfully arrived in a city with a population of millions. Without saying a word, he escaped directly underground. After all, the four evil spirits were placed in the basement that was dug when they rented the small courtyard.

"Crack!"

Put your feet on the ground, take two quick steps forward, and sweep down the coffin with both hands, which has a soothing effect on the loess.

"Clang!"

He casually lifted the lid of the coffin, revealing three weird figures inside with fierce looks on their faces. Why were there three, not four? The strange bride herself wanted to stare, or even stare to death at a certain instigator. The key was that she didn't have a head.

, I can’t do it.

He smiled at the three ferocious spirits that were so famous that they had killed countless people. At first, when he was in the Dharma Realm, he was fearless. Now, he is a evil spirit refiner in the Unity Realm, and his life level has jumped to a very high level.

In the human realm, would he be afraid?

Of course not.

He's just a prisoner on the fourth level, he can do whatever he wants.

If you are not happy, what will they do if you have anus!

As for the number of people in the coffin, there are obviously four, why do you say three... A certain guy is stronger than ever, and his aura is fierce. Unfortunately, he has not become famous, and has always stayed in the grave, unknown to the public.

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

Then, he lifted the four monsters out of the coffin one by one, took out a strong rope from the ring, tied them around their ankles one by one, and hung them on the fixed ceiling beam.

The posture is very unsightly. It is like the crispy roast duck hung by the vendors at the street stalls. The whole picture is as shameful as it is.

As a result, the malice of the four villains almost condensed into reality. Their cold and endless murderous intent once made the basement damp and leaking, and the temperature plummeted.

As long as the person named He can leave a piece of residue in the Nether Realm, it means that the four heavenly kings still have a little bit of humanity left in them.

"Why are you staring? Do you believe that I will pluck out your eyeballs?"

Hearing this, the Black Mist man subconsciously squinted his eyes.

It has a personal say in someone's cruelty and inappropriateness.

He is the only one in the world who is full of calculations, who opens the coffin, pinches his neck and forces help, but refuses to help and pushes it out to take the blame!

"Hey, you know what I mean."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hands and groped up and down. Don't get me wrong, he definitely didn't mean to take advantage. He really wanted to get stuck, but there was a strange bride with a bumpy figure hanging upside down next to her. It was hard to tell whether she was a boy or a girl, with a figure like a washboard.

Are the Black Mists countless times stronger?

The palm of the hand is relatively sensitive. At the very least, after groping up and down, you can clearly feel the black mist wrapping the other person's body, which is mixed with the feeling of being dusty, or out of place, which is exactly the same as your own.

"interesting."

Next, his next target is-the Cunning Bride.

Stretching out his hands and touching it with no expression on his face, he also found the same breath.

Look at the two villains again. Not long ago, their malice almost solidified, and they fell into unprecedented malaise.

Especially the Black Mist Man, although his face is covered with mist, his expression clearly shows "I'm not clean".

The remaining seventh-generation palace masters and sixth-generation palace masters withdrew their glares early and closed their eyes tightly, as if doing so would make He Zhao ignore them, which was a proper ostrich behavior.

"Let's face it."

How can he be comforted?

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

After a while, the four weirdos, who were hopeless and full of malice, had "Kill me" expressions on their faces.

There is a saying that it is only a famous ruthless person who can torture three terrifying monsters to such an extent.

"What should I do to absorb the breath from them?"

That's right, Wu Renzhao planned to take a shortcut.

Anyway, everyone's auras come from the same source, and there is no need to purify or purify them. The process is equivalent to transferring all the money in the bank accounts of four guys and concentrating it into their own accounts.

"How about trying to seduce?"

The next second, he tried hard to control his feeling of being out of place, and tentatively gathered towards the Black Mist Man.

The first time, failed.

The second time, failed.

The third time, failed.

No.......

The one hundred and eighty-first time, failed.

Let me ask a question, if someone stood in front of you with a constipated expression and flushed face, and you were hanging upside down in front of them, how would you feel?

The Black Mist man has something to say, please kill or chop him as you please, but he may not be able to do it simply!

It was always on tenterhooks, fearing that it would not be a human being's toy and that it would hold back something good the next moment.

In the blink of an eye, a day passed.

Someone who failed thousands of times finally figured out a trick.

You can grasp it a little and control the feeling of dust.

Black Mist Man?

It has been laid down, laid out, and done as you like.

The other three big monsters looked at them tremblingly all day long. With their usually ferocious nature, I couldn't help but feel sympathy. It was so miserable.

The moment when a condemned prisoner is shot is not the most terrifying moment. What is really painful is the day before the execution. The Black Mist Man just "enjoyed" for twenty-four hours. If it were not a special life form, he would have collapsed long ago.

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"Relax, I promise to succeed this time, win it in one go!"

The words of the confident human evil master made the people of Black Mist even more worried.

Damn it, from beginning to end, it just didn’t understand what the other party was doing.

"Chiliu——"

The dusty feeling condenses into a line?

Let's call it a thread. The thread swayed left and right, looking like it might collapse at any time. The ropes were wrapped around the Black Mist Man to seduce him.

At the same time, the special aura in the black mist seemed to be drawn and attached to the "lines" bit by bit.

"It's done."

He patted his thigh and concentrated on maintaining the line, fearing that he would accidentally let go and cause the entire line to break.

After spending a lot of energy, I finally recovered the line perfectly.

"call--"

Subconsciously, I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was much more difficult than when I found the old turtle not long ago.

The aura obtained from the Black Mist Man was almost seamless, immediately increasing his sense of being out of dust by more than three points.

"Cheating successfully."

He squinted his eyes and glanced at the other three villains.

They are all treasures!

The three monsters all shuddered. Although the eyes of the humans across from them were not murderous at all, they contained an indescribable... emotion?

No, no, it should be said to be the look of a young child finding his favorite toy.

As we all know, children's toys usually don't end well.

"Hey hey hey..."

A burst of chilling laughter resounded in the cold and dark basement, adding an air of terror out of thin air.

...

The second time "seduce" the breath, successful...

Until the tenth time, there was almost only a thin layer of fog left on the black fog man, as if it could be blown away with just a breath.

"Chiliu!"

The lines were retracted, and the sense of being out of the dust on He Zhao became more profound.

At this moment, the fog on the black fog man completely collapsed.
To be continued...