Chapter 738

Before Wang Mang killed the middle-aged man, he had been suffering from the burning of hell!

The intense pain made Wang Mang's mood in a state of anxiety and tyranny, but the only advantage of this extreme pain was that the first ability appeared in the dark black ghost brand on his arm!

"Soul plunder!" A special ability that can capture prisoners! All the prisoners attacked by Wang Mang ignored the rules of infernal hell. They would be killed if they were killed!

The black gas overflowing from the brand is the soul plundering lock, which can take the prisoner's soul out of the seven orifices and seal it in the brand.

the sealed soul will quickly turn into a drop of pure special energy. Only after Wang Mang leaves this infernal hell can this energy really work!

Just as Wang Mang drew back his eyes from the brand and was preparing to approach the headless body of the middle-aged insect master, the bracelet made of nine dark tusks on his wrist suddenly burst into a terrible evil!

The first sharp tusk on the tusk bracelet is the most bright and deep, which is quite out of place against the backdrop of the fiery hell!

A human face with grief, violence and madness emerged from the fangs. The more black air, the more clear and solid the human face. Gradually, under the solid and strange face, a thin, short body like a child was outlined in an instant!

The "child", who is only 50 or 60 inches tall and has short limbs, falls on the hot stone slab and stares at Wang Mang with strange laughter.

when Wang Mang sees this scene, he frowns, goes to the "child" and squats down slowly. He stares at his smiling face and looks at it carefully,

suddenly raises his hand to his face A slap on the sly face!

"Pa!" The "child" was stunned by Wang Mang's powerful slap. He stumbled twice and almost collapsed on the ground!

"You laugh disgustingly!"

Wang Mang shook his head in disgust, looked at the little "child" and turned his lips in contempt!

"Presumptuous! Dare to talk to you like this!? Who gave you the courage Hearing this, the "child" immediately struggled to get up and pointed his short little finger at Wang Mang. His face was angry!

"Pa!" It was another loud and clear slap. The "child" was directly knocked to the ground by Wang Mang, covering his cheek in pain, and it took a lot of effort to get up,

"still calling himself my seat!? Who gave you the guts! " Wang Mang glanced at him angrily,

"yes... I can't bear it, master. I was just released. I'm so... So excited." the "child" didn't yell at him any more this time. Instead, he scratched his bald head awkwardly!

Wang Mang's first fierce soul aroused by his pain seemed to have no brain. Moreover, the body outlined by Wang Mang is similar to that of a child of seven or eight years old. No matter how you look, it's very weak.

"you look so weak!" Wang Mang poked him on the shoulder and frowned when he looked at the thick and thin arms of his mop.

"master, you don't think I'm small. In fact, I'm more than 200 years old because of my practice!"

The "child" with thin arms and legs flattered Wang Mang and blinked his big eyes. At first glance, he was a little cute!