His Royal Highness System

Chapter 404. 393. The Tortured Hand Ghost
"Miscellaneous cultivator, tell me, how do you want to die?"

Looking down at the hand ghost on the ground, Feng Qianchen said flatly.

The scarlet eyes flickered, looking at the hand ghost as if looking at a dead person.

"Jie Jie...

How can you speak big words about people who are not human and ghosts? "

The hand ghost could feel Feng Qianchen's contempt towards him, and the expression on his face became very ferocious, he laughed and said to Feng Qianchen.

"Oh?

You have completely aroused my anger, and then you may not die easily..."

Are people or ghosts?

Feng Qianchen's scarlet eyes narrowed, and there was a trace of anger in his gaze towards Hand Ghost, and he said softly.

"Stop talking big, get out of here!"

The hand ghost really couldn't understand Feng Qianchen's arrogant appearance, and said with a sinister smile, his green eyes were full of fierceness.

At the same time, a new arm emerged from the hand ghost, mixed with a terrifying strong wind, and bombarded Feng Qianchen on the tree.

Feng Qianchen showed an evil smile at the corner of his mouth, and threw out five drops of scarlet to extremely black blood from his right hand, flying towards those giant green hands.

"burst!"

Just when the blood was about to touch those giant hands, Feng Qianchen on the tree moved his lips slightly and spoke softly.

"Boom!"...

"Boom!"...

"Boom!"...

"Boom!"...

"Boom!"...

The five drops of blood bloomed into strange blood flowers, and then exploded as a whole, blasting all the arms in midair into pieces, and the stumps slowly fell from the midair, and stopped after rolling a few times on the ground.

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"It's useless, my arm can regenerate...

chi chi..."

The hand ghost didn't notice that his arm was blown off, and proudly laughed and said to Feng Qianchen on the tree.

"Oh? Is that so?"

The fingers of his right hand made a small circle in the air, Feng Qianchen smiled and asked the proud hand ghost on the ground.

"Of course it is...

My regeneration ability is very strong... No, what did you do to me! "

The Hand Ghost was talking triumphantly to Feng Qianchen, when he suddenly realized something was wrong, his face instantly became extremely ugly, he opened his mouth and yelled at Feng Qianchen loudly.

Just as the hand ghost sensed the condition of his body, he was shocked to find that his broken arms could not be healed, and it seemed that something had been devouring the vitality in his body in those exploded arms.

Just like the tarsal maggot, even if the hand ghost sever his wrist now, he can't stop this weird devouring power.

It has already infiltrated into the body, and it is not released just by releasing the hand ghost.

"Don't worry, it's just starting now, the good show starts now..."

Feng Qianchen had a gloomy smile on his face, looked at the panicked hand ghost, and said lightly.

Hand Ghost couldn't help shivering all over his body, as if he had offended someone he shouldn't have offended.

With Feng Qianchen's right hand clenched hard, the blood flowing in the hand ghost's body stopped functioning as if it had been summoned by something.

It's not over yet, countless scarlet blood turned into blood thorns condensed from the blood vessels of the hand ghost, and then pierced the skin, making the hand ghost look like a blood-red hedgehog.

"Ah, ah, ah, it hurts..."

The severe pain coming from his body made Hand Ghost scream out loud, the blood in his body is his biggest enemy now.

This is Feng Qianchen's ability to manipulate fresh blood. The five drops of fresh blood did not disappear with the explosion, but instead hid in the hand ghost's body.

Gradually change the blood in the hand ghost's body to achieve the effect of assimilation.

With a flash of his figure, Feng Qianchen came in front of Hand Ghost.

Looking at the hand ghost lying on the ground like a dead dog, he was dying.

Feng Qianchen knelt down slowly in front of Hand Ghost's head, patted his head, with a death-like smile on his face, and said softly to Hand Ghost:

"What? I can't stand this first step?
No way, kid, I still have a lot to torture you..."

"Kill me, please, kill me!"

With tears streaming from his eyes, Hand Ghost cried out in pain and despair begging Feng Qianchen, hoping to give him an end.

Now his body is suppressed and enduring extremely unbearable pain, and he can't use any of his arms, so he might as well die.

The smile of this demon-like man in front of him made Hand Ghost tremble all over. Is this just the first step?
Is it only the first step that every blood vessel in the body is pierced?
"You child, why do you want to die so hard? This world is so beautiful. You can chase freedom in the sun. Don't you think it's very good?"

Feng Qianchen squinted his eyes slightly, with a gentle voice, like a person who cared about the hand ghost, and said to the opponent ghost.

Running in the sun?

devil!

He is a devil!
Hearing Feng Qianchen's voice, Hand Ghost was even more sure that the man in front of him was a devil, a devil from hell.

"How about it?
Do you want me to fix you here and wake up tomorrow morning to welcome the warm sun? "

Feng Qianchen stood up slowly, gradually put away his smile, looked at the hand ghost on the ground with indifferent eyes, and said lightly.

He has personally experienced the feeling of the sun, as if scorching hot magma sprinkled on his body, it feels great.

"No, no, my lord, please kill me directly..."

With a frightened expression on Hand Ghost's face, he begged Feng Qianchen loudly.

Feng Qianchen turned around and walked towards the big tree, and said softly:
"Then grant your wish..."

As soon as Feng Qianchen's words fell, the blood in Hand Ghost's body began to boil, as lively as boiled water.

"boom!…

…boom! "

Several low and muffled sounds resounded in the hand ghost's body.

Feeling the continuous flow of vitality in his body, Hand Ghost showed a relieved smile on his face.

In the end, I still didn't kill the other two disciples of Zuo Kinji Rinaki, what a pity...

But presumably this demon will not let them go easily, he has a ghost smell on his body, no matter how he tries to hide it, his identity is a ghost, his body is a ghost, and his soul is a ghost.

Ghosts are destined to be creatures living in the dark, and they can only maintain fear of the sun...

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His vision gradually turned black, and the last breath of the hand ghost dissipated.

With the death of the hand ghost, his body was also turning into a pool of blood.

A scarlet red light cluster gradually condensed on the bloody water, and countless blood threads visible to the naked eye entangled the scarlet light cluster from the pool of blood.

The last scarlet light group flew towards Feng Qianchen's direction, quickly caught up with Feng Qianchen's footsteps, and then sank into Feng Qianchen's back.

Footsteps paused, Feng Qianchen pinched his chin and thought thoughtfully.

"The strength hasn't increased much, this ghost is too useless..."

(End of this chapter)