its 277: The Real Power of the Hand of Doom

Looking at Gong Ping, who was controlled by anger, Dum. Luo's face was calm: "I brought you here not to act as a great knight, not to save people from water and fire like Superman, but to make you become a real hand of bad luck, so that you can get the power to save your friends."

Gong Ping looked at Dum. Luo: "What do you want me to do? Just stay here?"

When Gong Ping said this, the bad luck behind the soldiers on the ground melted quickly as if they had encountered the ice and snow in the summer sun. At the same time, there was a black fog on Gongping's shoulders and arms at the same time. The eyes of the three doom monsters flashed with cold light and stood up in the black fog.

"So you have reached this level now." Dum. Luo nodded with satisfaction, "It's very good, but if you can't get close to the enemy, I'm afraid it's useless?"

"So, you should let me out." Gong Ping stared at him, and the cry for help below made him tremble slightly.

"Don't you think it's dangerous?" Dum. Luo shook his head. "There are more than a hundred people on the other side, including tanks, heavy machine guns, and pistols in the hands of the worst armed people. How confident are you that you can kill them all by relying on these bad luck and this physical luck?

"What the hell do you want to do?" Gong Ping looked at Doom angrily. Luo.

"You are a smart person." Dum. Luo said, "I have said before that there should be no need to beat around the dialogue between smart people."

"Tell me the method." Gong Ping knows, Dum. Luo must have investigated everything here before, so he brought himself to such a place. He wanted to let himself help killing people, and then gradually improved his strength in the process of killing, until he had the strength of the hand of bad luck in the past.

"That's right." Dum. Luo smiled and said, "I know what you mean, and you know what I mean. Hey, this tongue twister says..."

"Quick!" Gong Ping saw that the woman was about to be pulled into the room, and his eyes were a little red.

"You are very powerful. In the past, when the hand of bad luck took advantage of bad luck, it was to kill the target first, and then controlled the killing intention from a long distance and flew to it by itself." Dum. Luo looked at Gong Ping, "And now, you can actually have the intention to kill yourself directly, and then change the intention to the host, which is very powerful. However, this method is not good, because it cannot kill the enemy on a large scale. Can you have enough bad luck to destroy this team at the same time? Obviously not..."

"It's a lot!" Gong Ping snorted, "You can summon bad luck from a long distance and come automatically, right? OK..."

His eyes flashed with cold light, and the three doom monsters on his body disappeared in an instant. Behind the smiling soldiers on the ground, there was a dark flower blooming. The doom monster stood up in the flower and confronted their own luck.

Gong Ping stared at the doom monsters, and the expression on his face became more and more solemn. Those people were getting closer and closer to the wooden house. After struggling hard, the woman could not get rid of the group of evil men. She couldn't help howling in despair. The man squatting in the corner immediately fell to his knees and cried at a soldier next to him.

"He is very scared..." Yun floated beside Gong Ping and looked at the man's luck. He was afraid, painful, angry and helpless. I think he is pleading with the other party.

The soldier laughed and kicked him to the ground. He lay on the ground and cried, and did not dare to look up at the woman again.

"That bastards are very happy." Yun gritted his teeth and said, "Their minds are full of not only **' desire, but also the pleasure of abusing others... They are bastards, all bastards, bastards who should die!"

"It should die..." Gong Ping looked at those people, and another voice suddenly appeared in his mind: "You're right. They are indeed garbage that should die."

"Do you think so?" Gong Ping raised his head and looked at another himself standing in the distance, wrapped in heavy chains, in a distorted scene.

"Yes." The other one nodded, "It's a pity that our strength is too weak to kill them all."

"There must be something to do." Gong Ping said, "What did you do in the past?"

"In the past?" Another one smiled, "In the past, I was very strong and wide-ranging. I can summon the doom of all creatures within a kilometer radius, convert their owners into me, and then give them a murderous heart. Then, I can let them return to their respective hosts by themselves.

"Very strong power..." Gong Ping muttered to himself and nodded slowly: "How should that power be used? Teach me..."

"Good." The other one nodded, and several chains on his body began to loosen. "Unfortunately, they still trapped me. Please liberate this part. As long as you liberate this part, I can borrow your stronger power..."

Suddenly, Gong Ping woke up from a hazy dream. On the ground, the woman had been pulled to the door and was about to be dragged into the room. She shouted in despair and grabbed the door frame tightly.

"Let them in." Gong Ping said in a low voice.

"What did you say?" Dum. Luo Wen.

Gong Ping pointed to the ground, Dum. Luo looked down with his hand and saw a group of bad monsters flying away from the group of soldiers towards Gongping in the air. He was slightly shocked, and then laughed and waved his hand in the car: "Xiao Lan, let Wu Ou let these bad luck come in."

"This guy has made great progress." He Lan was a little excited.

Soon, those bad luck flew into the space and passed through Gongping's body like a shuttle. Every time a bad luck passes through Gongping's body, it will open its fling eyes and scream and rush to the earth below. Under the control of Helan, Wu Ou released them all.

"This is so...that's awesome!" Yun exclaimed, "Your strength... has reached this level all of a sudden? This... Isn't it easy to let whoever wants to die?

"It's not that powerful." Dum. Luo shook his head, "The current degree is only effective for mortals and ordinary powers. If the other party is a powerman, this level of power is not enough to deal with..."

"Let's talk about it when it's time to deal with them." Gong Ping's eyes were cold.

A dozen doom monsters, with their eyes shining, chased me in the air, rushed to the ground, and flew into the wooden house one after another. The door of the wooden house had just been closed, and bursts of laughter and shouts were also isolated by the wooden door, making it impossible for people in the air to hear it clearly.

Bad luck was thrown into the wooden house, and nothing happened. Time passed slowly, one second, five seconds, ten seconds... Just ten seconds later, the wooden house suddenly shook, and with the sound of wood breaking, the whole wooden house collapsed.

The smoke and dust were scattered, and the wood chips were flying. The soldiers around looked here in surprise and did not react for a moment. After a long time, several boards were pushed away, and the untidy woman struggled. She stood up from the ruins and shouted at the man who ran to the corner of the yard. The man shouted in surprise and rushed to hug her.

"It's okay. I arrived in time." Gong Ping took a breath and smiled faintly.

The bottom soon became a mess. The soldiers shouted and were busy. No one noticed a man and a woman in the corner. They all ran over and began to move the wooden beams and rescue their companions. A body was carried out of the ruins, and it seemed that there could be no survivors.

"It doesn't make any sense to kill a few soldiers." Dum. Luo said with a smile, "The loss of more than a dozen people is nothing for an army of hundreds of people. If you want to completely save these two people, or the people of the whole village, you must eliminate this army, from their generals to the soldiers at the bottom."

"Dish it all?" Gong Ping looked down at the people running back and forth and watching from a distance, so they added up, but there were about five to sixty people, and a large number of people in the room, and he couldn't see it at all.

"In this case, your eyes can't see if anyone exists, and you don't know what kind of people they are. What should you do?" Another Gong Ping, who was wrapped in heavy chains, asked him with a smile.

"Yes, what should I do?" He couldn't help muttering to himself.

"My power can do this. As long as you relax and don't resist my power, I can teach you how to deal with unknown enemies." The Gong Ping gently shook his body, and the chains on his body clased.

"Tep me." Gong Ping nodded slowly in the illusion between dream and reality. In an instant, countless chains flew away.

His mind quickly returned to normal. He felt that there was some kind of power flowing in his body, which he had originally, but he didn't know how to perceive them before. Now, they are like his hands and feet, completely obeying the orders of his will, and a way to control them is in his mind. Spin, tell him how to use them to kill people easily.

"Come on, my hatred and murder." Gong Ping looked at the ground and slowly stretched out his left hand. "In my power field, the creatures I hate, no matter where you hide, can't escape the punishment of the hand of bad luck."

On the ground under his feet, a spectacular drama is being staged. Behind the soldiers running in the sun, standing in the shadows, or hiding in the wooden house, the dark flowers of death bloomed. The double-sided doom monsters more than two meters high, slowly stood up from the flowers and looked up to the sky. .

Gong Ping slowly closed his eyes, and everyone's doom on the ground immediately had a spiritual connection with him. Through these dooms, he could clearly perceive the information of each doom owner, their appearance, height, weight, clothes... Gong Ping's mind seemed to suddenly open nearly a hundred TV screens, each The image of a doom host is displayed on the screen.

These people are basically soldiers, two of whom are huddled in the corner, the man and woman that Gong Ping wants to save, and there are also several others, obviously ordinary villagers, who should have been arrested by the army to work.

The palace smiled indifferently. In that smile, the bad luck behind the villagers disappeared in an instant.

"Come on, bad luck..." Gong Ping opened his eyes and said coldly.