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Volume 3 Ancient Tower of Ten Thousand Peaks Chapter 17 The Eight Hells of Vajra, Screaming

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    "Good sister, brother, come now." Old Song smiled sillyly, the golden light on his body flashed, and the Buddha's Angry King Kong state disappeared. He scratched his head, with a wretched look in his eyes, and strode towards Yuan  The lady walked over, "Brother, come on." Madam Yuan pursed her lips, showed a seductive smile, blinked her eyes and said with a smile, "What's strange is that Madam Yuan didn't take advantage of Old Song's mental state."  He launched an attack when he was unclear, but quietly looked at Lao Song who was walking towards him, his eyes full of expectation, "What kind of situation is this? It shouldn't be." "Old Song, come back to me," I immediately started talking when I saw this situation.  She shouted at the top of her voice, grandson, now is not the time to play dirty, "He can only hear the slave's voice now." Hearing my shout, Mrs. Yuan turned her head and looked at me, and said with a smile:  "Drain his essence, and my strength should be improved to the next level." Just when I was ready to go up and pull my side hand, I suddenly found that Yuan Li and the others on the opposite side were staring at us with sneers. The meaning was very clear.  , If you dare to go up and pull your hand, then don't blame us for being unkind, "Believe in Lao Song, he has never let us down." The third son patted my shoulder and comforted me in a low voice, "Yeah." I  Nodding, looking at the calm look on the third son's face, he felt a little relieved, "Old Song, Old Song, your grandson, please don't die at the hands of this woman. Even if you are lustful, don't act like a hooligan now. Really?"  If you want to see beautiful women, why don't I help you download short movies when you go back? A man and a woman are already standing together, like a pair of lovers. Let Xiao Qian know that she hasn't cut off Lao Song's wisdom yet.  ,, "You are so beautiful." Lao Song opened his arms and hugged Mrs. Yuan tightly, with lust in his eyes, "Good brother, kiss me." Mrs. Yuan licked her lips, opened them slightly, and slowly  He slowly moved towards Lao Song's mouth. At this moment, an unexpected scene happened. The lust in Lao Song's eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by an unconcealable amusement and a slightly indifferent smile.  "It's boring, let's change to something else." Lao Song's cold voice came faintly, which made Madam Yuan stunned for a moment. "Oh no, this time I miscalculated." Madam Yuan's face changed and she planned to leave without hesitation.  He retreated, and his nails instantly turned into weapons and stabbed towards Old Song's chest. When he looked at it in a daze, his nails were flashing with cold light, "Eight Hells of King Kong, Black Rope." As Old Song's words fell, countless black iron arrows appeared out of thin air.  The rope wrapped around Mrs. Yuan and tied her up tightly. At this time, Mrs. Yuan had no mobility at all and could not even fight back. With improved strength, Lao Song used  The Eight Hells of Vajra are far from the power they once had. After accepting all the Arhat inheritance, how could their strength not change at all? The black iron ropes are like maggots on the tarsal bones, being tied tighter and tighter, constantly shrinking, as if to  He strangled Mrs. Yuan to death, "Is it just that much?  Mrs. Yuan smiled sweetly and looked at Old Song with interest: "Good brother, although I can't move now, you can't kill me. After a while, this broken rope loses its effectiveness, and it's time for the slave family to bully my brother."  "You have no chance.  "Old Song smiled lightly and said, "Among the Eight Hells of King Kong, the black rope is the most important move to restrict the opponent's movement. It is not even comparable to pile pressure. "Stack pressure is a ruthless move that uses hard force to crush the enemy into a pulp."  , is not used to control the enemy's actions, "The Eight Hells of King Kong, pile up the pressure.  " Lao Song slowly took two steps back, and glanced at Madam Yuan lightly. The expression in her eyes did not fluctuate at all. At this time, Madam Yuan had fallen to the ground, with no clothes covering her body, her spring light was exposed, and she was covered by countless  A black iron rope was tied up, and it was harder to move than to reach the sky. But I have to say that the scene at this time was very tempting, very tempting. His uncle, Lao Song's previous behavior, including his hooligan methods, should be all  The pretense was correct. She turned out to be calmer than any of us. She deserved to be a monk. "It's still not enough." Mrs. Yuan's face was still full of smiles. Her weak body was constantly being squeezed by invisible forces, just like being squeezed by a piece of ten thousand yuan.  As if pressed down by a heavy iron block, the body gradually became flat. No matter how strong the force was, no matter how flat the body became, it still did not cause any harm to Mrs. Yuan. Could it be that this grandsonIt's boneless. "This kid's tricks are really amazing. If it were in this situation, I might have died a long time ago." Mr. Hu San sighed deeply, his face full of tears.  The look of loneliness, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, this sentence is absolutely correct, "The eight hells of King Kong are calling." Seeing that the attack did not cause damage to Mrs. Yuan, Old Song smiled indifferently and said coldly  , The Calling Hell is the fourth of the eight hot hells. After the Heaping Hell, it is also called the Crying Hell and the Screaming Hell. The ghosts and creatures who fall into this hell are in excruciating pain day and night. The pain seems to come out of thin air.  Come, all the souls have been punished in pain. For thousands of years, the ghosts and creatures who have been punished have been shouting and crying, hence the name, calling hell. Just after saying this, Madam Yuan suddenly appeared on her white skin.  There were many traces of burns, and black poisonous water continued to flow from the wounds. Shrill and sharp screams kept coming from Mrs. Yuan's mouth, her expression twisted like an evil ghost, "How dare you do this to me,"  "You deserve to die" Perhaps because of the pain, Mrs. Yuan burst out with stronger strength than before, and the black ropes that bound her began to loosen. "Before she could finish exerting her strength, Lao Song struck again  He sneered and shouted loudly: "The Eight Hells of King Kong, scream loudly." Shouting hell is the same as calling hell, but the pain is much greater. It can be said that it is like heaven and earth. I wonder if this lady Yuan can still bear it  Can you live with it? "Ah,,,." The screams made by Mrs. Yuan could no longer be heard as being made by humans. Instead, they were more like the miserable howls of evil spirits. The sharp screams made people get up.  Goosebumps, it¡¯s so oozing. Not a single piece of skin on the whole body is good. It¡¯s all as if it¡¯s been roasted by fire. It¡¯s burnt black and smelly, which is daunting. The eyeballs are also burnt, and there are only two empty holes in the eye sockets.  The hole, the eyeball has long been gone, "Are you comfortable?" Lao Song said with a slight smile, there was no pity in his eyes, but full of pleasure, "I don't know how many wild immortals died in the hands of this grandson, and maybe many people died in this  In their hands, otherwise Grandmaster Junfang would seal them. There is absolutely no need to sympathize with such monsters. Moreover, the inheritance that Lao Song received belonged to Vajra Venerable. Vajra Venerable also has a name in Tibetan Buddhism.  The powerful and powerful Vajra, one of the wrathful deities in Tibetan tradition, uses the power of great compassion to turn into karma fire, burns away the filthy karma of life and death, and subdues demons without mercy. "Seventh sister," Yuanhen's roar suddenly sounded, mixed with  With overwhelming hatred, a wave of sound formed, and he rushed towards Old Song Zhi, "Brother, we can't interfere." A tall sand wall rose from the ground, barely blocking this wave of sound.  Then the fat man's honest laughter came,
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