Chapter 1468

The dark evil spirit overflowed from Zhang Ziling's arm and twisted the old man's whole body into silk thread.

"You, what are you going to do?" Seeing that his whole body was covered with black silk thread, the old man's eyes could not help but show fear. He asked Zhang Ziling in a confused voice.

An extremely ominous premonition came into his mind.

Hearing the old man's question, Zhang Ziling's mouth rose slightly, and said faintly, "don't you say you want to curse me to go to hell? I'm just giving you a taste of hell in advance. "

"You should be honored to be able to enjoy the pain." In Zhang Ziling's eyes, a red light flashed through his eyes. The black silk thread wrapped around the old man began to drill into the old man's body.

"This kind of taste, even if other people ask me, also can't enjoy." Zhang Ziling's whole body trembled, and the old man's voice began to shake.

Devil! Absolute devil!

"Live Stop it! I told you to stop it The numbness from his bones made the old man feel an extremely ominous premonition. He couldn't imagine what would happen next.

"Once the journey to hell begins, how can it be said that it is over? Am I right? " Zhang Ziling looked at the old man and chuckled like a devil's whisper.

"Elder, elder Look at you The monks around Mu Ying pointed to the old man who had been caught by Zhang Ziling, and kept retreating.

Hearing the words of a group of friars, the old man subconsciously looked at his arm, and then screamed in horror.

In the old man's body began to swell countless small blood bags, and then he was very itchy, he wanted to scratch.

However, the black silk thread bound him up, so that he had no way to move, only forced to endure the strange itch.

"Let me go, please! Let me go The old man couldn't bear the itching. He begged Zhang Ziling for mercy. He wanted to scratch it.

"That's what you said." Zhang Ziling's mouth was slightly raised, and his eyes were full of banter, "don't blame me for not reminding you. As long as you can resist cutting those little blood bags, you can survive, but Once you cut one, you can't stop picking the next, and you'll end up all over the place. "

"At that time, your itch has gone deep into the bone marrow. You can't help tearing open your own flesh and scratching your bones. Finally, you can't help knocking open your own bones and picking out the marrow inside. At that time, I will use my spiritual power to save your life and make your soul itch. In the end, life is not as good as death, and there is no place to catch it... "

Zhang Ziling didn't hide his words. His tone was so gloomy that all the monks around him felt cold. The only way to look at Zhang Ziling was fear.

This means, just listen to feel cold all over.

"You, you devil Kill me! Kill me Zhang Ziling was scared to the old man.

He didn't want the method of death that Zhang Ziling claimed.

Compared with what Zhang Ziling said, just now they were in the aftermath of the battle between the two saints. It was heaven!

"I'm sorry. I promised to let you go just now. Remember what I said and don't scratch it." Zhang Ziling gave the old man a gentle smile and then let the old man fall to the ground.

As soon as the old man was released by Zhang Ziling, a strange itch came from his whole body, which he could not bear.

At the thought of what Zhang Ziling had just said, the old man was so frightened that he forced himself to hold down his hand, which he wanted to grasp.

"You, you devil..." The old man clenched his teeth and growled to Zhang Ziling.

During this period, there were still friars who could not bear the battle aftershocks of the saints and died suddenly.

But now, sudden death has become a sign of luck in the eyes of all.

They didn't have the courage to commit suicide, and they didn't want to be caught by Zhang Ziling.

Because they can't bear the pressure of saints and die suddenly, now it has become the happiest choice for them to die.

Zhang Ziling looked at the old man jokingly, not worried about whether the old man would catch those little blood bags.

Although the old man would not suffer the pain and die as long as he didn't grasp those little blood bags.

However, Zhang Ziling did not say that those small blood bags would disappear, and the old man's itching would decrease.

The reason why hell is a hell is that it will make people despair, there is no escape!

Zhang Ziling has not put down the old man for a long time, and the old man has reached the limit of tolerance.

He glared at his muddy eyes, staring at the small blood bag on his arm, shaking his hands to dig it.

He couldn't help it.

"Come on, somebody kill me! Whoever will do, kill me The old man yelled, and now death is his greatest gift.

He has been unable to commit suicide, there are small blood bags everywhere, a touch will break.

"Elder, I'll help you!" A friar couldn't see it anymore. He stood up and wanted to kill the old man and end his pain.But before the friar started, a black chain ran through the monk's heart mercilessly and killed him directly.

At this moment, all the friars around him who were ready to move suddenly calmed down. They were staring at the old man who had fallen to the ground in great pain, and was in a state of retreat.

Although they really want to help their elders end the pain, they care more about their own lives.

"Come on, help me, I can't hold on to it!" The old man fell to the ground and screamed bitterly, praying for someone to come and help him finish it.

But now no one dares to come out.

The death of the friar just now can still be seen clearly.

In the sky, the battle between mu Tian and Tian Heng is still going on. The monks outside the barrier are killed suddenly every moment. However, the atmosphere around is extremely weird and terrifying.

Everyone looked at the old man who had fallen to the ground, completely ignoring his own life.

What Zhang Ziling said, they felt extremely terrible just thinking about it. They didn't dare to think about what would happen if the elder broke the small blood bag on their bodies.

"I, I can't help it Zhang Ziling, I will not let you go as a ghost! " The old man finally couldn't bear the itching all over his body and began to scratch the small blood bags.

The pus and blood flowed out. Although the old man felt pain, he was very comfortable, and his whole face was covered with a smile.

"Ha ha! You're not a liar at all

Before the old man finished his words, he realized that something was wrong. The more he scratched, the more itchy he felt, and even the deep part of his bones itched.

Soon, all the small blood bags were scratched by the old man, covered with blood.

The smile on the old man's face slowly solidified and was finally replaced by endless fear.

"No, no! I don't want it! Who killed me! Come and kill me! Help me The old man scratched his skin, his blood splashed and he roared in horror.

He has fallen into hell.

In the next bloody scene, the monks in Mu Ying's line vowed that even if they had seen more dead people and more cruel punishments, they would be far less than what they saw now.

Even the three old men in Zhenwu state couldn't bear the fear in their hearts and vomited directly in their places.

They saw the real hell on earth.

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