Chapter 1470 Falling Into Hell

The pitch-black demonic energy overflowed from Zhang Ziling's arms, turning into silk threads and wrapping the old man's whole body. Please Baidu search (pinshu.com) to see the most complete! The fastest updated novel!

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"You, what are you going to do?" Seeing that his whole body was covered with black silk threads, the old man couldn't help but tremblingly asked Zhang Ziling with fear in his eyes.

He suddenly had an extremely ominous premonition.

Hearing the old man's question, the corners of Zhang Ziling's mouth twitched slightly, and he said flatly, "Didn't you say you want to curse me to hell? I just let you have a taste of hell in advance."

"You should feel honored to be able to enjoy this kind of pain." A red light flashed in Zhang Ziling's eyes, and the black silk thread wrapped around the old man began to penetrate into the old man's body.

No enemy on the ground, scouting the ruthless opponent

"This kind of taste, even if other people beg me, there is no way to enjoy it." Zhang Ziling's voice rang softly in the old man's ear, making the old man's whole body start to tremble violently.

devil! Absolute devil!

Sun Yuan is not alone

"Stop...stop, I tell you to stop!" The tingling feeling from the bones all over his body made the old man feel an extremely ominous premonition, and he couldn't even imagine what would happen to him next.

"Once the journey to hell starts, how can it be said to be over? Am I right?" Zhang Ziling looked at the old man and chuckled, like the whisper of a demon.

"Elder, elder...look at you!" The surrounding monks of Mu Ying's line shouted in horror, pointing at the old man caught by Zhang Ziling, and kept stepping back.

Hearing what the monks said, the old man looked at his arm subconsciously, and then screamed in horror.

Countless small blood bags began to bulge all over the old man's body, and then he felt itchy, and he wanted to scratch it very much.

However, the black silk thread bound him, so that he couldn't move at all, and he could only endure the itching forcibly.

"Quick, let me go, please! Let me go!" The old man couldn't bear the itch anymore, and hurriedly begged Zhang Ziling for mercy, he wanted to scratch.

"That's what you said." The corners of Zhang Ziling's mouth raised slightly, his eyes were full of teasing, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, as long as you hold back and don't pick those little blood bags, you can survive, but... One, you can't stop picking the next one, and finally the whole body is smashed."

"At that time, your itch has already penetrated deep into the marrow of your bone marrow. You can't help tearing your own flesh and scratching your own bones. In the end, you can't help knocking open your own bones to dig out the marrow inside. By that time , I will use spiritual power to save your life, make your soul itch, and in the end, life is worse than death, and there is no place to scratch..."

Zhang Ziling did not hide his words,

The tone was so gloomy that all the monks around felt chills in their bone marrow when they heard it, and looked at Zhang Ziling with only fear in their eyes.

With this method, just listening to it makes me feel chills all over my body.

"You, you devil... kill me, kill me quickly!" The old man caught by Zhang Ziling was completely frightened and shouted quickly.

He didn't want Zhang Ziling's death like that.

Compared to what Zhang Ziling said, just now they were under 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, don't scratch." Zhang Ziling smiled gently at the old man, then let go of his hand, allowing the old man to drop to the ground.

Just as the old man was let go by Zhang Ziling, he felt an itching all over his body, which he couldn't bear at all.

Thinking of what Zhang Ziling said just now, the old man was terrified, and forcibly held down his hand that was about to grab the little blood bag.

"You, you devil..." The old man gritted his teeth and yelled at Zhang Ziling in a low voice.

During this period, some monks still couldn't bear the aftermath of the saint's battle and died suddenly.

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

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

They died suddenly because they couldn't bear the coercion of the saint, but now it has become the happiest choice for them to die.

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

Although the old man wouldn't suffer that kind of pain as long as he didn't grab those little blood bags, and he wouldn't die either.

But Zhang Ziling didn't say that those small blood bags would disappear, and the itching the old man suffered would subside.

The reason why hell is hell is that it will make people desperate and there is no escape!

Kukji

Zhang Ziling hadn't let go of the old man for a long time, and the old man had reached the limit of tolerability.

He stared wide-eyed at the small blood bag on his arm, trying to tear it open with trembling hands.

Enemies, enemies, land alone, learning from strangers, months, no enemies

Enemies and enemies alone learn from Moyue and don't have enemies. Thinking of what Zhang Ziling said just now, the old man was terrified, and forcibly held down his hand that was about to grab the small blood bag.

He couldn't bear it anymore.

"Quick, come and kill me! Anyone can do it, kill me!" the old man roared. Now death is his greatest gift.

He couldn't commit suicide anymore, there were small blood bags everywhere, which broke when he touched it.

"Elder, I'll help you!" A monk couldn't stand it anymore and stood up directly, wanting to kill the old man and end his pain.

But before the monk could make a move, a black chain mercilessly passed through the monk's heart, killing the monk directly.

At this moment, all the monks around who were about to move became quiet in an instant, staring blankly at the old man who fell to the ground in extreme pain, and retreated heartily.

As much as they wanted to help their elders end their suffering, they cared more about their own lives.

"Hurry up, help me, I, I can't hold it anymore!" The old man fell to the ground and screamed in pain, begging for someone to come and help him end all this.

Enemy far away, Sun Xuezhan Leng Keqing early

But now no one dares to stand up.

The death of the monk just now is still vivid in my mind.

The battle between Mu Tian and Tian Heng in the sky is still going on, and the monks outside the barrier are dying suddenly every moment, but the atmosphere around here is extremely strange and terrifying.

Everyone looked at the old man who fell to the ground, completely ignoring their own lives.

What Zhang Ziling said, they just think about it and think it's not scary, they really don't dare to think about the fate of the elder grabbing a small blood bag.

"I, I can't help it... Zhang Ziling, I'm a ghost, and I won't let you go!" The old man finally couldn't bear the itching all over his body, and started 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 filled with a smile.

"Hahaha! You're a liar, I didn't..."

Before the old man finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong. The more he scratched, the more itchy he got, even the itching deep in his bones.

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

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

"No, no! I don't want it! Who's going to kill me! Who's going to kill me! Help me!" the old man scratched his skin, blood spattered, and yelled in horror.

He has fallen into hell.

In the bloody scene that followed, the monks of Mu Ying's lineage swore that no matter how many dead people they saw and how many cruel punishments they saw, it would be far inferior to what they saw now.

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Even the three true martial arts old men couldn't bear the fear in their hearts, and vomited it out on the spot.

They have seen the real hell on earth.