Huo Junlin and others lay directly on the ground, as if they were staring at dozens of mountains, and their bones made a "creak" sound, making them unable to breathe.
At this moment, thunder from the sky struck them. How could they withstand it, as they were unprepared?
"ah!"
"Young Master, Young Master, are you okay?"
"Quick, protect...ah..."
...
They cried and screamed in pain and struggled to avoid the thunder and lightning, but it was all a useless struggle. They lay on the ground and didn't even have the strength to get up.
The air was filled with the aroma of barbecue, and the dozen or so people looked like charcoal from a distance.
"Huo Junlin, I said the thing was not on me. You saw it with your own eyes at the time."
With these words, Chen Feng rushed towards the old men who had been protecting Huo Junlin with his rune stone gun in hand.
I haven't settled the accounts with them yet about the Soul-Eating Tower.
If his consciousness hadn't been forged by those old bald donkeys in the Tantric Sect, and there were little black snakes and dragon ginseng, how could he have withstood it?
It's already an empty shell now.
"You really think I didn't hear what you said?"
Chen Feng spoke coldly and showed no mercy.
They are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered and can only be slaughtered.
One shot went down and pierced their hearts. Just as a precaution, Chen Feng mercilessly stomped on their heads.
"How dare you!" Huo Junlin looked at the people who were protecting him, dying one after another, and shouted at the top of his lungs with red eyes: "If you dare to touch him, my Huo family will not let you go!"
"I, Huo Junlin, swear that I will tear you into pieces in this lifetime!"
Huo Junlin's voice was cold and mixed with endless hatred, and his blood-red eyes stared at Chen Feng.
"Really?" Chen Feng raised his lips slightly and smiled a little carelessly: "I hope you can do it in your next life."
Chen Feng said as he stepped on a watermelon, he stepped on a person's head again with a "pop" sound, and the red and white stuff stained his feet.
He didn't take Huo Junlin's words to heart at all. There were many people who wanted to kill him. Let's wait and see when they can do it.
"I'm going to kill you!" Huo Junlin roared angrily, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"It's all your fault that they died." Chen Feng knelt down and pinched Huo Junlin's chin: "It's because you are blind and you don't think you have the magical power on me."
"You couldn't accept your failure, so I became the one who took the blame."
"Unfortunately, I am not a person who can be manipulated by you."
Chen Feng's words were like sharp swords, piercing into Huo Junlin's heart without hesitation.
"You're talking nonsense!" Huo Junlin shook his head, with a hint of panic in his eyes.
"Why don't you hand over the Spirit-Returning Grass? It's all your fault! If you hand over the Spirit-Returning Grass to me, they won't die, and you can get countless resources. Why don't you agree?"