"boom!!"

One blow hit the big devil right in the face.

This time it was no longer a small fight. Tens of thousands of scavengers could clearly see that the noses of the mummies seemed to have been flattened.

The entire huge body was knocked to the ground, and all the demonic energy began to dissipate.

The dark material in the sky makes up for it, and a little bit of starlight shines through.

The big devil was in severe pain and tortured all over his body.

It was as if someone had pried open the mouth, clamped the tongue with iron pliers, and pulled it out. Instead of cutting it off, it stretched it continuously and slowly dragged it away.

I was in severe pain all the time.

Then the ten fingers seemed to be cut short by scissors.

The so-called ten-finger-to-heart connection, if he hadn't been a devil and had experienced too much suffering, he would have been unable to help but cry out to release the pain.

Originally a dry and lifeless mummy, the high temperature spread throughout the body from the evil soul, making it as unbearable as entering a steamer.

Even the chest began to turn red, and there was a hint of burnt smell.

Like red-hot bronze, it was stuffed into my arms.

Then the frost spread again, and the coldness penetrated into the bone marrow and penetrated deep into the remaining soul.

There was no blood flowing inside the body, but after hitting a monument.

Strong oil appeared out of thin air and flowed freely through the meridians in the body.

The legs seemed to be penetrated by thousands of sharp knives, and the evil spirits collapsed and coalesced.

In short, the whole figure seems to have been thrown into the eighteenth level of hell, and is being punished all the time.

Not to mention beheading He Xiaotian alive, even the murderous intention of the big devil disappeared with the torture.

The only thing he wanted was to stop.

I would rather be sealed in the sacred mountain again and live in silence until death than continue to bear the punishment of hell.

The above may not sound like much, just bite the bullet and endure it, and it will pass.

In fact, once you experience it, you will no longer have such thoughts.

"I told you to waste the chili noodles!"

"哐哐哐"

"I told you to do it!"

"哐哐哐"

"I told you to let me find the pot!"

"哐哐哐"

Every time He Xiaotian yelled, it was a brutal and inhumane one-sided beating.

Fortunately, the scavengers, who were used to seeing blood and cruelty, couldn't help but close their eyes.

terrible!

He is a ****, he looks just like the dog you have at home.

Any beating will increase the torture of the big devil.

It's like the torture of the eighteen levels of hell, gradually getting worse.

He Xiaotian, who was out of temper, didn't care about the big devil's pain.

The only thought in my mind is that I will beat you until your father can’t even recognize you as a turtle grandson!

"Bang bang bang!!"

I don't know how much time passed, but He Xiaotian was still swinging the Ksitigarbha Demon-Suppressing Monument.

"Hoo ho ho"

He seemed to be tired from the beating and began to pant.

"You gave me a bucket of chili noodles for nothing."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience rolled their eyes.

Are you mistaken? Is it really just because of a bucket of chili noodles?

In fact, He Xiaozhen was like this.

After all, he drank too much.

Perhaps the big devil never thought that one day a bucket of chili noodles would beat someone into a state of panic like a dead dog!

"Hoo ho ho"

After resting for a moment, He Xiaotian picked up the Ksitigarbha Demon Suppression Monument again and continued to beat him.

The dragon was lying in the quiet world waiting, his head already buried in the soil.

Don't dare to look!

Too bloody.

[Ding! Kill the Taihang Demon and get 350,0000 experience points. 】

"Huh? Dead? Bah!"

He Xiaotian spat disdainfully to express his dissatisfaction with the big devil.

Chili Noodles hasn't compensated you yet, you will die.

"Sorry, it's a pity my Zunyi pepper."

He Xiaotian sighed and shouted at Jiaolong with an unhappy look on his face.

"Xiao Hei, go home."

"Ouch"

Dragging its broken tail, the dragon immediately flew over.

"As one wishes."

When the Ksitigarbha Demon-Suppressing Monument continued to shrink until it became the size of a toothpick, He Xiaotian put it into the storage space and flew into the world with two horns in his hands.

At this moment, Vice Minister Luo was in a panic, his hands were shaking a little, and his legs were no longer working.

Who can tell him how to treat a drunkard so that he will not lose his temper?

By the way, this drunkard just beat to death a super boss in front of tens of thousands of people.

Waiting online, quite urgent.
Chapter completed!