Huo Junlin and others lay directly on the ground, staring at dozens of mountains, and their bones made a "crying" sound, which made them breathless.
At this moment, the sky was thunder striking on them, and they were unprepared to resist it?
"ah!"
"Young Master, Young Master, are you okay!"
"Quick, protect...ah..."
......
They cried and yelled, struggling to avoid lightning, but they were all useless struggles. They lay on the ground and didn't even have the strength to get up.
The air was filled with the smell of barbecue, and the dozen people looked like coke from a distance.
"Huo Junlin, I said something was not on me, you saw it with your own eyes."
Just by saying this, Chen Feng rushed towards the old people who were protecting Huo Junlin before with a rune stone gun.
I haven't settled the score with them before about the Soul-Devouring Tower.
If his sea of consciousness had not been forged by the old bald donkeys in Tantric Buddhism, and the small black snake and dragon ginseng, could he have withstood it?
Now it's already empty.
"I really thought I didn't hear you?"
Chen Feng spoke coldly and showed no mercy.
They are like lambs to be slaughtered, and can only be slaughtered by others.
With one shot, he pierced their hearts. Just in case, Chen Feng ruthlessly stomped on their heads.
"You dare!" Huo Junlin looked at the people who were protecting him and died one by one, shouting with red eyes: "If you dare to touch him, my Huo family will not let you go!"
"I, Huo Junlin, swear that I will definitely tear you into pieces in this life!"
Huo Junlin's voice was cold and mixed with endless hatred, and his blood-red eyes stared at Chen Feng.
"Is that true?" Chen Feng's lips curled up slightly, and his smile seemed a little indifferent: "I hope you can do it in the next life."
Chen Feng said as if he was stepping on a watermelon, and with a "slap" sound, stomping on a person's head again, and the red and white objects stained his feet.
He didn't take Huo Junlin's words at all. He had too many people who wanted to kill him. Let's talk about it when it was done.
"I want to kill you!" Huo Junlin roared angrily, opened his mouth and squirted out a mouthful of blood.
"Their death is all your fault." Chen Feng squatted down and pinched Huo Junlin's chin: "You are blind, and you don't think the spirit grass is on me."
"You can't accept your failure, so I'm the one who took the blame."
"It's a pity that I'm not a person at your slaughter."
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 grass? It's all your fault! If you hand over the spirit grass to me, they won't die. You can get countless resources, why don't you agree?"