Punch after punch was thrown, and it took Chen Feng ten punches to completely break up the head, making it impossible to put it back together again.
As the head was shattered, the heads rushing behind were vying to grab them, eating up the black air left behind by the broken head.
Chen Feng hit a head that had just absorbed the black energy, but found that the head's defense was a little stronger.
Seeing Chen Feng's unexpected look, Uncle Luo was a little proud: "Young man, don't waste your efforts. It's okay if you just smash everyone's heads. Anyway, they are the last ones."
It will eventually become one.”
"If you broke them all, I might still be thanking you."
Chen Feng ignored Uncle Luo and stared closely at the rushing heads. These things were somewhere between solid and illusory things. Even if they were broken up, it would not help.
, they will regroup.
"It's interesting." Chen Feng simply gave up resistance and wanted to test the power of this thing.
Anyway, he has Hanxuan Bingyan and red thunder and lightning in his body, so nothing will happen to him.
Uncle Luo watched Chen Feng give up his resistance and laughed arrogantly.
In his opinion, Chen Feng was dead.
As a black human head rushed into his body, Chen Feng felt a cold breath coming, and his limbs and bones were exuding a coldness. Even if he circulated his spiritual energy, he could not
What effect does it have.
What surprised Chen Feng even more was that as the head rushed in, a memory that did not belong to him exploded in his body.
His limbs were cut off, countless poisons were poured into him every day, his eyes, ears, and nose were all cut off, and in the end only a mouth was left.
Before Chen Feng could recover from the pain he had experienced personally, another head rushed in.
I watched helplessly as the skin and flesh on my body were cut off piece by piece, and various itching medicines and pepper water were sprinkled on the wounds. I felt extremely painful but could not touch them.
The meat on his body was roasted and he was forced to eat it.
As another head rushed in, Chen Feng felt as if his body was being torn apart.
It was obviously just what those black heads felt before they were alive, but as they rushed into his body, Chen Feng even felt that it was what he had experienced personally.
Several different feelings appeared alternately in the body, and Chen Feng's consciousness was also somewhat blurred. It was as if the same person had several different consciousnesses. For the sake of his body,
You and I are fighting for control of the body.
"Ah!" Chen Feng covered his head in pain, feeling like he was being torn apart in his mind.
Seeing Chen Feng kneeling on the ground with a pale face and covering his head, Uncle Luo could not suppress a smile on his face.
"Humph, young people really don't know what to say." Uncle Luo looked at the missing arm and wished he could peel off Chen Feng's muscles.
He couldn't help but think that after Chen Feng's consciousness collapsed, his soul-calling flag would have another powerful wronged soul.
Every head in his soul-calling banner represents a person who was tortured to death by him.
As soon as those people die, their consciousness will be absorbed by their soul-calling flag.
When attacking, these heads will enter the enemy's body, making them feel the pain of their life.
"Not many people can bear this kind of pain."
Everyone who is absorbed by the Soul-Calling Banner has experienced all kinds of torture, and their resentment is extremely powerful.
"Uncle Luo, how long will it take?" Zhu Youde glanced at Uncle Luo impatiently, staring at Jian Jia beside him with a pair of eyes, and touching her body with one hand.
Come and touch.
If he hadn't been worried outside, he would have jumped on it long ago.