Under the shocked gaze of the white-haired ghost.

The thirty-six thousand pores on Meng Chao's arms spurted out dazzling flames at the same time.

It seemed like two, no, two hundred dragons with teeth and claws, wrapped around his arm at the same time.

When the flames dissipated, two chains that were thick and long, almost melted by the fire, had been dragged from the ends of his arms to the ground.

The chains were wrapped around two heavy swords.

It seems to be made from extremely dense cosmic materials from neutron stars.

I can't see how sharp the blade is.

But like cutting tofu, it cut into the hard ground easily, until it reached the bottom, leaving only the handle of the knife exposed.

No, it's not just that.

When Meng Chao exploded his cells and the spiritual energy spurted out, following the chains and swords, he continued to blast into the earth.

The rocks hidden deep in the earth seemed to be infected, burned, stirred, and melted into surging magma by his life magnetic field.

Take Meng Chao's feet as the center of the circle.

Within a radius of hundreds of meters, the earth was shaking, roaring, and tearing apart, and soon crisscrossing spider web cracks appeared.

From the depths of the crack, a dazzling red light bloomed, turning into bubbles containing magma that were thousands of degrees hot.

It's based on the tyranny of the flesh and blood of undead creatures.

Facing the continuously "magmatic" earth, the roars that were ferocious a moment ago turned into trembling wails.

There was an undead creature that had the head of a three-headed monster sewn together. It happened to be where the crimson cracks were most concentrated. It accidentally stumbled and half of its body fell into the magma created by Meng Chao.

Its flesh and blood immediately charred.

No matter how the blood-striped flower spores stimulate the cells, accelerate division and growth, they try to cover and replace the burnt parts with more and fresher scarlet flesh and flesh membranes.

Large scorched black marks are still spreading around the undead creature like a devouring virus.

In just a few seconds, the two heads and three limbs of this undead creature were dehydrated, split, and disintegrated, turning into countless crispy charcoal residues.

The remaining head and limbs, under the control of the blood-striped flower fungus cluster, have not truly "died" and are still struggling to escape the entanglement of the magma.

But a red-hot chain suddenly emerged from the underground magma, and wrapped dozens of times around the undead creature like lightning, dragging it forcefully deep into the magma.

Eventually, the undead completely disappeared.

There were only a few shrill screams left, sealed in the rolling bubbles on the surface of the magma.

The other undead hesitated.

Although there is no "wisdom" in the narrow sense.

However, the most basic primitive instinct of carbon-based organisms still causes them to develop fluctuations similar to "fear".

The crisis management program embedded deep in their genes issued extremely clear and strong instructions to them - seeing this flaming, torch-like man, they should never provoke him, and they absolutely cannot afford to provoke him!

The undead creatures retreated one after another.

Meng Chao, however, had no intention of letting them go.

He didn't move his feet or hands.

He just stretched out his fingers and played a symphony representing death on the chain.

Magma from the depths of the earth spurted out from dozens of red-hot cracks in the ground, turning into dozens of flaming whips, entangling all undead creatures and dragging them into the cracks in the ground and the magma.

The undead struggled desperately.

The flaming whip embedded itself deeply into their flesh, cutting into their bones and tearing them apart.

The torn undead creatures grew more flagella and tentacles with the help of the blood-striped fungus clusters, trying to break into pieces and escape separately.

But Meng Chao's flaming whip also split apart, like burning roots and branches, once again catching up and wrapping around every piece of squirming and screaming flesh.

There were also a few undead creatures who realized they had nowhere to escape and had no choice but to fight to the death.

They all exploded the monster's flesh and blood to the extreme.

On the body, which was as pulpy as mud, there seemed to be a hundred piranha flowers, with their bloody mouths wide open.

And from the big mouth of the blood basin, thousands of bunches of blood-striped flower hyphae that were like flower buds and nerve clusters, but sharper and more sinister, were sprayed out, like a dense forest of swords and halberds, stabbing Meng Chao fiercely.

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Meng Chao still refused to dodge and allowed the blood-striped flower hyphae to poke into his body.

His seemingly unprotected skin had a metallic sheen, and the spiritual magnet composed of nanorobots had formed an indestructible line of defense under his skin.

Blood-striped mycelium kicks against the iron plate.

Not only failed to invade Meng Chao's body.

Instead, it was entangled, cut off and swallowed by the spiritual magnet, and was sealed in a viscous, glue-like liquid metal substance, waiting for Meng Chao's further research.

Wait until Meng Chao collects enough experimental samples.

He finally reached out and snapped his fingers, ending the "game".

The number of flaming whips coming from the depths of the cracks in the ground suddenly increased three to five times. Each undead creature was wrapped as tightly as a rice dumpling and dragged into the depths of the magma without even a single scream.

In a series of "chichichichichi, chichichichichi" burning sounds, it turned into curls of green smoke.

Fei Qingyun is right.

This is indeed a Shura hell.

But it is the Shura Hell created by Meng Chao and specially prepared for undead creatures.

Facing Meng Chao's absolute destruction.

Not even half of the blood-striped flower spores could escape.

But, this is not the end.

Meng Chaodan glanced around blankly.

Those assassins who were hiding in the jungle, dumbfounded and silent, just trembling.

Except for the on-site commander who was suppressed by Meng Chao.

There are still seven elite snipers and four heavenly warriors wearing "Fire Kirin" still alive.

At least, ignoring the fact that their souls were gone, their flesh and blood bodies were still barely alive.

But they were horrified to find that not only every bone and muscle fiber in their body was tightly pulled by the mysterious strong man who stood in the middle of the magma, and his aura was more tyrannical than the white-haired ghost.

Suppressed, unable to move at all.

Moreover, their communicators could only emit interference sounds of "rustling" and "beep-beep-beep-beep". They could neither communicate with the outside world nor transmit even one pixel of the incredible images they saw!

Of course, instructions from the outside world - whether they are asking them to fight to the end or forcibly activating the self-destructive chips in their bodies - are all blocked.

Immediately afterwards, their eyes suddenly blurred, as if they saw billions of tons of magma spewing out from the ground, turning into an overwhelming red tide, rolling, roaring, dancing wildly, covering the entire area.
Chapter completed!