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Volume 2 Mechanical Public Enemy Chapter 70 Bloody Battle in the Building (8) Four updates

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    Update time: 2013-02-26

    Watching the blue virus test tube turn into fragments and float down, Wang Ming couldn't help but admire: "Well done, killer!"

    He was not surprised at all when Hisoka's team entered, because he had discovered the whereabouts of Hisoka's team twenty minutes ago.

    When Hisoka's team desperately climbed up the stairs, Wang Ming did not break into Vicki's space in advance, but found a secret door and hid it.  It wasn't until Hisoka's team entered and attracted the attention of all the robots that they took the opportunity to take action.

    Wang Ming was still very surprised that Hisoka summoned a Dementor-like monster, especially when he saw the monster pass through the robot's defense without any hindrance and come to the body of Zhi Nao Vicki.  I was really shocked.

    A ghost like a spirit body has such a miraculous effect in dealing with this kind of sci-fi mission world. No wonder the space has to restrict magic equipment when entering the space.

    In this way, his frozen magic knife actually seal a part of the power.

    "No, that monster is flying over, boss." The killer suddenly shouted.

    Wang Ming took a look and saw the dementor-like monster flying towards them with a sinister laugh.  While flying back, it made a harsh and sharp sound: "Abominable reptiles, how dare you sneak attack the greatest and most evil Demon King Solomon. I will suck your souls dry and let you be lost in the sea of ??darkness forever and ever."

    Wang Ming drew his magic sword and froze it, "You retreat, I will deal with him."

    Since it is a spiritual monster, the magic sword's freezing must be effective.  Just looking at the monster flying towards him with great momentum, he felt a little lacking in confidence.  Anyone would be a little panicked when they saw a ghost on TV charging towards them for the first time.

    "Jie Jie, suffer death, you weak human being." The dementor flew over in a breath, and without saying a word, he raised his head and spit out a mouthful of black mist towards Wang Mingshi.

    As soon as the black mist appeared, it formed a mass of pitch-black gelatinous substance, on which countless ghost faces struggled and roared, some old and young, male and female. These faces screamed like babies, and their expressions were twisted in pain.  Their roars carry a strange energy that seems to shake people's minds.

    As soon as Wang Ming heard this voice, his mind was confused and he fell into a brief confusion.

    Although the powerful mental power allowed him to recover immediately, the black mist had already rushed in front of him.  He could even clearly see the hideous and terrifying faces on the black mist.

    Wang Ming was shocked, and before he had time to think, he immediately shouted: "Hey!"

    This roar released all his mental power and blasted out with his voice.  A chain of invisible spiritual waves combines with the sound to produce a power similar to the sonic power.

    The gap between the black mist and his head was only thirty centimeters, and the mental waves collided with the black mist.

    The black fog seemed to hit an invisible wall. The fog was like a sea surface ravaged by a hurricane. The ripples spread out. Circles of fog visible to the naked eye were blown away. The ghostly faces on the black fog were crying.  Howling, they wanted to pounce on them, but the waves pushed them further and further away.  Some weak ghost faces couldn't withstand the attack and actually disappeared.

    "Drink!" Seeing that it was effective, Wang Ming roared again with blood-red eyes, and his mental wave suddenly doubled.  A roar full of intimidation was blasted out like a cannonball.

    "Hiss!" Hei Wu let out a mournful cry and was torn apart from limb to limb.

    Seeing the black fog being dispersed, Wang Ming broke out in a cold sweat. It was too dangerous just now, and he almost fell into the trap of the ghost.  If it weren't for his strong mental power, which had reached the limit of human beings under the blessing of space, he might have turned into a corpse at this time.

    "Jie Jie Jie! Interesting human beings can actually dispel my soul-dementor mist, but that's it. Die, reptile." A sinister laugh suddenly sounded from behind Wang Ming, and then Wang Ming felt himself being sucked by a wave of  The cold breath invaded the inside of the body.

    "Oops!" Wang Ming was trembling with fear, and a strong sense of crisis gripped his heart.

    He clenched his fists tightly, and all his mental energy was squeezed out to attack the cold aura, "Get out of here! Get out of here! Bastard!"

    The cold aura strengthened instantly, but it did not get too entangled with Wang Ming's mental power. Instead, it went upstream, breaking through several obstacles along the way, and directly invaded Wang Ming's mind along the meridians.

    Wang Ming¡¯s whole body was full of intelligence. It felt like he had fallen directly into an ice cave in the scorching summer, like he was swimming naked in the sea water that had been freezing for nine days.

    He felt like he was suffocating. The huge pressure made him unable to breathe smoothly, his chest was tight and he was short of breath, and his mind was in chaos.

    "Go away"Come on!  Get out!  Wang Ming roared, tearing his hair and kneeling on the floor. His teeth were almost broken.

    "Jie Jie, humble human being, poor reptile, give up. You are about to live forever with the greatest and most evil demon King Solomon. Isn't this something worth celebrating? Give up and let me eat you.  Soul, you can live forever with me."

    The voice of the devil Solomon echoed in Wang Ming's mind, like a witch whispering in his ears, tempting the knight to degenerate, become a devil, and become a soulless body.

    This time, Wang Ming also tasted the feeling of being oppressed. His tyrannical mental power has always made him stand on a high place and look down on others. He oppressed Michael and made him more loyal to himself.  Subconsciously influencing Officer Dell, intimidating machine Sonny, and even Zhang Youyou and killer Hetian Xiaoyi received his spiritual hints.

    And now, he finally knows what it feels like to be oppressed.  This taste is very bitter.

    "Jiejie, poor human, stop resisting. Look, you can't even control your body now. Look, if I just order your body to harm itself, you will be finished. Why bother?" Solomon clicked his tongue.  He was sarcastic and mocking the king's order.  Continuously weakening Wang Ming's resistance.

    Wang Ming watched helplessly as he stabbed his thigh bit by bit with the frozen magic knife. The sharp blade easily cut through the defensive suit and cut into his flesh, and blood spurted out instantly.  That's a large artery bleeding.  Seeing his body mutilating himself with a knife, Wang Ming was so angry that he wanted to explode.

    "Get out, get out!" Wang Ming squeezed his mental power with all his strength, and hit the cold breath in his mind like a tide.

    Solomon finally got angry: "You humble guy, if you don't eat the toast, you will have to drink wine as a penalty. Since you don't cooperate, then I will eat you."

    Immediately afterwards, Wang Ming felt a sharp pain in his mind. The feeling was like throwing himself into a blender to stir, his body being cut by sharp blades, his flesh and blood being squeezed forcefully, his bones being twisted and muscles broken.  Torn apart root by root.  That kind of feeling, if it were an ordinary person, he would have passed out long ago.

    "After Wang Ming's mental strengthening, his nerves were enlarged, but he could only endure this inhuman pain.

    Just when Wang Ming felt like he was going to die, he heard a scream in his daze, followed by a series of painful roars.  It seemed as if Solomon was struggling, fighting.

    "What's going on? What the hell is all this? How can your soul be like this? Impossible, impossible! Damn it, don't come over, ah! My hands! Damn it! Damn it, why can't I  Attack you, oh, my feet, God, save me, let this monster go. Oh! don¡¯t¡ªno¡ª¡±

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