Chapter 122 The Wrath of the Heavenly Master. Thousands of troops are flying in the ashes

Luodra is worthy of the title of tough general. Although he was patted close to the ground like a dough cake, he still struggled to stand up and continued to rush to Yong Bowen.

The yellow scarf wrestler who slapped behind Yong Bowen raised his foot and stepped on the Radra again.

Luodra stood up again, so brave that Ye Kemo couldn't help bursting into tears.

But heroism can't withstand the huge gap in strength.

The yellow scarf wrestler was a little impatient. He hit his fist at Radora, who staggered and stood up for the third time, and added another three points of strength to his fist. Ratora lay on the ground and could no longer stand up. He could only reluctantly raise his head and glare at Yong Bowen.

Yong Bowen threw the samadhi true fire charm on the head of Radra.

A little blue and white flame rose from the top of Ranthara's head and quickly spread all over his body.

Rothara screamed loudly, rolling all over the ground, in great pain!

Ye Kemo shouted unbearably, "How can you do this? This is not a civilized move towards warriors!"

A native of hell was forced to shout civilization at a human being, which shows how much it has been forced.

"Where did you get the wheel demon at this time!"

Yong Bowen took out Zhang Fu again and made a move to throw it on Ye Kemo.

Ye Kemo was so scared that he shrank his neck and wanted to hide, but a yellow scarf wrestler behind him stretched out his big hand and pressed it on his head in time, making him unable to move at all.

"The last chance, where did you get the wheel demon at this time!"

Yong Bowen waved his charm, looked at Radra, and then at Ye Kemo. The meaning is obvious. The lesson of the front car is in front of you. Say it obediently, otherwise it will end.

Samadhi real fire is extremely lethal to the natives of hell. In just a while, Rtra has burned black all over his body, but the terrible thing is that he is that he is not dead yet. He is still slowly rolling with a dim flame, making a low sound, and the rolling ground is rubbed against a thick layer of black bald.

Although Ye Kemo didn't understand what Yong Bowen said, the meaning of this threat was very obvious. He remembered the sentence he had heard from human ghosts before that a good man did not suffer immediate losses. He felt that he should be regarded as a good man. He could not suffer immediate losses, so it was better to be obedient and lower.

Not to mention that Ye Kemo can be a general, and Ratra can only be a general, or the so-called tough general who takes the lead in the battle.

That night, Komo knelt on the ground without hesitation and kowtowed repeatedly.

This is also learned from the evil spirits who have fallen into hell in the world, knowing that this is the most sincere behavior of expressing submission and forgiveness in the world.

"Kn't your ass, say it!"

Yong Bowen was so angry that he kicked Ye Kemo in front of him.

Ye Kemo sat on the ground, looked blankly at Yong Bowen, shook his head and said, "I don't understand what you're saying!"

He shook his head to show that he didn't understand at all, but in Yong Bowen's eyes, it was seen as a sign of stubborn resistance. He couldn't help bumping up and waved his hand at the two yellow scarf wrestlers next to him, "Fight me!"

The two yellow scarf wrestlers immediately rushed forward and rudely shirred their fists. This yellow scarf wrestler is more than 20 meters tall. His fists alone can catch up with Ye Kemo's size. If he really want to fight, he will have to die if he punches with two punches. At this time, he has collected some strength, so as not to kill him at the same time.

With a crackling fist, Ye Como felt as if he had been hit several times by countless giant hammers from head to toe. It was really painful. At first, he wanted to stick to it, showing some backbone of a heroic figure in hell. He gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound, but he couldn't hold on after a few strokes. He howled, rolled all over, and cried, "Why, why! I surrendered, why do you still hit me!" He had nothing else to say, because he didn't know what Yongbo was talking about at all.

This is really a tragedy caused by the lack of words!

Yong Bowen felt that it was almost done. He waved his hand to stop, stepped forward and stepped on Ye Kemo, half bent down, stared at Ye Kemo's face, and said coldly, "Well, what's it? Don't you say it!"

Ye Kemo shook his head blankly: "I don't understand what you're saying!"

He also shakes his head, and the bones are quite hard!

Yong Bowen feels that he is very like a big villain in classic film and television dramas. This is a typical torture! He pasted the samadhi fire charm on Ye Kemo's forehead and said coldly, "This is the last chance. Don't think I dare to do it!"

Well, Yongda Tianshi was obviously confused by the rush, and now there is no obvious language barrier between the two sides - he didn't understand what Ye Kemo said.

Another yellow scarf wrestler standing behind him can't stand it anymore.

These yellow scarf wrestlers are also different. This difference is related to the quality of the demon's soul and the strength of that year. The puppets made with it as the core are different in intelligence and force levels. Of course, most of the differences are not big, but there are also some extremely excellent ones, just like Yong Bowen deliberately stayed. These two, who are bodyguards behind them, are outstanding in intelligence and force among hundreds of yellow scarf wrestlers. Yong Bowen even named them two, Huang Yi and Huang Er. Although the name is a little better, the strength is not bad. Although he can't speak, he won't do any superb intellectual performance such as seven emotions on the face and six desires to attack the heart. The basic judgment and recognition ability is still available. The one who just took the Luodra is Huang Yi. What I can't stand now is Huang Er.

When Yongda Tianshi pasted the charm, Huang Er immediately turned around and ran into the enemy's array.

It can be felt from Yong Bowen's anger that if it can't ask anything more, it will definitely burn Ye Kemo on the spot, and Yongda Tianshi can't even notice such a simple problem, which really makes Huang Er a little unbearable.

Huang Er ran to the enemy's array, caught a surviving evil ghost puppet casually, only patted the head of the robot, patted out the possessed hell demon, pinched it in his hand and hurried back. Seeing that Yong Bowen was about to pinch the magic charm, he quickly threw the evil ghost in front of him.

Yong Bowen was planning to teach Ye Kemo a lesson first. When he suddenly saw a devil thrown in front of him, he couldn't help but look back at Huang Er.

Huang Er pushed the evil spirit to Ye Kemo's side and made a sound.

After getting this hint, Yong Bowen finally realized what the problem was. Although he was angry, he couldn't help but be embarrassed. He coughed dryly and said to the evil spirit, "Translate it for me! The translation is good, I won't let you die! Ask it, where did it come from?"

The evil spirit was trembling, closing his eyes and waiting to die. Hearing this, he really had the feeling of grabbing a life-saving straw when he was about to drown. He quickly leaned over and said to Ye Kemo in the way of soul fluctuation, "The Great Heavenly Master asks you, where did you get the Shilun demon?"

Soul fluctuation communication is the instinct of the indigenous people of hell. Although Ye Kemo, as the top upper-level figure in the eastern part of the Fire Tree Dynasty, has given up this way of communication for a long time, he can still understand after receiving the fluctuation information and can't help bursting into tears.

This time he was excited and finally figured out what the other party was asking. The beating just now was really unfair. He didn't think about the matter of perseverance.

In addition to excitement, he quickly replied, "What are you talking about?"

The hell evil spirit translated word by word to Yong Bowen, "Da Tianshi, what this guy said is, what are you talking about..."

There are still two words left to translate. Yong Bowen's fire bumped up.

Grandma, I found a translator and pretended not to understand, didn't she?

Yong Bowen kicked Ye Kemo to the ground, waved his hand and shouted, "Dy the indigenous people here!"