Chapter 38 Millennium Dead King

"I told you, your toy gun can't hurt anyone." The middle-aged man said lightly and was not moved by the threat of greed.

"Bum!" A bullet flew out of Mo Gree's muzzle and flew straight to the silver-haired young man.

The silver-haired young man sitting on the box didn't care. He looked at the way of the bullet and raised his hand at will. Mo's bullet could only hurt the fragile part of his body, but other places had no effect at all.

But this time, when the bullet touched the palm of the silver-haired young man's hand, his face instantly turned iron-blue, because at the moment of contact, the palm of the silver-haired young man disappeared in an instant with the contact point as the center and turned into powder.

And the bullet is still flying, following the heart of the hand all the way to the arm. Almost in the blink of an eye, the silver-haired young man's arm has also turned into powder.

"Ah——————————!!!!!" The silver-haired young man let out a heartbreaking howl, and his right arm had completely disappeared: "Bastard, what the hell did you do?"

Don't look at this scene calmly and whisper to yourself, "The psychic bullets made by Hongye are really effective, but it's a pity that there are too few..."

When Mo Cong was rescued from the silver-haired young man by Bai Wei and other three people, Lan Xin handed Mo Cong several bullets with additional fairy power temporarily made by Hongye when he was treating Mo Cong, which was the reason why Mo Cong's pistol had bullets but had to be replaced.

The middle-aged man looked at this scene in surprise. Obviously, he did not expect that the silver-haired young man would be injured, and then the calmness in his eyes was replaced by anger.

"That boy seems to be immortal. No matter where he is injured, he won't be fatal," Mo Greed closed one eye and continued to aim at the silver-haired young man and said, "I don't know if he will completely turn him into dust like this, will make him disappear?"

"Put down the gun, or I will make you die ugly!" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm dead. If you die creatively, you may be able to apply for Guinness or something..." Mo Gree replied casually, and his attention has been focused on aiming at the silver-haired youth.

"Then I spared your life. Get out of here now." The middle-aged man said gloomily.

"Uncle, there are five people here. Let's talk about it later." Mo greedy immediately saw through the trick of the middle-aged man.

"I have given you a chance, since you don't want to cherish it..." The middle-aged man waved gently.

Suddenly, several figures rushed to the silver-haired young man and pressed him down. Mo was stunned for a moment and found that it was actually the men of the previous silver-haired young man, but compared with the moment just now, they were like controlled puppets.

Mo Greed about the plan of the middle-aged man. His hands did not hesitate to pull the trigger, and the two bullets came out instantly. However, the silver-haired young man was protected by many figures below him. The bullets hit two people respectively. The two people disappeared in an instant, but there was no shadow of the silver-haired young man below. Sound.

Mo Greed quickly looked back. The middle-aged man had already disappeared from the position just now. Suddenly, Mo Greed his body shook. He slowly lowered his head and found an iron claw sticking out of his right chest.

"Ah——-!" Seeing this scene, the kind Lanxin finally couldn't help screaming out.

"Cough..." Mo Greed up a mouthful of blood, and the chill gradually approached him.

The middle-aged man stood behind Mo greedy, and his right hand has pierced Mo greedy's body: "I can directly pinch your heart, but I didn't do it, because it's too cheap for you. I want you to suffer a thousand times, 10,000 times!"

Mo Neung felt that the power in his body was passing rapidly. He smiled bitterly and said, "Stop it. I'll hang up twice as much. I can't stand it at that time."

"Of course, you can't do it when you are a human," the middle-aged man said with a sneer. "But if it turns you into a zombie, it's another matter. Enjoy the pain you can finally feel as a human."

Mo Greed ignored the middle-aged man and thought about another question: "Have I really made the right choice to join the Space Border Bureau..."

Just when the middle-aged man wanted to say something, his face suddenly changed, and he quickly withdrew his arm pierced Mo's body and flew back.

"Puff..." Mo Greed out another mouthful of blood and fell softly on the ground.

A flying sword suddenly flew out from somewhere and went straight to Mo Gree. It stopped above Mo Grean, suspended in mid-air like a guard, pointing directly at the middle-aged man.

"Don't be greedy!" Lan Xin quickly ran to Mo Greed and performed the holy light technique on Mo Greed.

Liu Feng Taoist Fengwen Liu suddenly came in from the wall next to Bai Wei, as if there was no barrier there.

The middle-aged man stared at the uninvited guest and his face became a little gloomy.

Feng Wenliu went straight to Mo's side and looked at him calmly. His face couldn't help changing slightly, because he could clearly feel that Mo's anger was rapidly fading: "It seems that it's coming a little late... I hope it's not too late..."

"Can you buy time?" Feng Wenliu looked at Lan Xin and asked.

"I will try my best!" Lan Xin nodded and said.

The flying sword slowly fell into Feng Wenliu's hand, and he turned around and stared at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man also stared directly at him.

Feng Wenliu's face did not get better, but became heavier and heavier: "Is this boy a bad luck star? Unexpectedly, he met a thousand-year-old corpse king, or a flying stiff level?

"Flying stiffness?" Mo Gree, who was lying on the ground, asked curiously. Compared with the way he was so angry just now, his spirit was actually better. I don't know whether it was the credit of Lanxin's treatment or the simple return of light.

"Like us practitioners, zombies can practice evil spirits and improve Taoism. Their levels are divided into white stiffness, green stiffness, black stiffness, purple stiffness, hair stiffness, jumping stiffness, flying stiffness, wandering corpses, corpses, and no bones. In the first few stages, it is best to improve, with the change of color to represent the improvement of the level. At this time, zombies are just little demons. At the point of hair stiffness, the body will grow extremely hard hair. Not only does the body become copper and iron bones, but the strength is also greatly improved, which can be regarded as a powerful zombie, also from this At the beginning of the first level, the speed of climbing will become slower and slower, and in front of you is the sixth-level frozen thousand-level corpse king. They are not only powerful, but also able to fly in the air. The most important thing is that they can already use spells, which can really enter the palace of demons. Feng asked Liu calmly and explained.

"Oh? Have you been seen through?" The middle-aged man smiled faintly and said, "But you are not bad. I remember that your practitioners are also divided into ten levels: foundation-building, Lingxu, Hehe, Yuanying, Kongming, frost, crossing, silence, Mahayana and soaring. You should have reached the level of Kongming. Our zombies are stronger and stronger, especially In the last three levels, almost every step is the difference between clouds and mud, and the level gap of your practitioners is quite average. Every time you upgrade one level, your strength will be greatly improved. Now, I'm really not sure that I will defeat you.

"No, your chances of winning are above me," Feng asked Liu calmly, "What you are worried about is my counterattack before death, otherwise you have already done it."

"Since you know that I won't embarrass you, hand over that boy alone, and I can let the rest of the people go." The middle-aged man said coldly.