Bug Master In Doomsday

Wang Mang's strongest move can be summed up in one sentence: replace the rules of the world with the rules in the flesh!

It's very simple to say, it is not so easy to really use this upside-down trick. That is the rule of the world, where can it be easily replaced?

"Hiss!" A pair of tiny scarlet worm eyes turned stiffly, and the transparent lens covering his pupils shattered suddenly, and Wang Mang's eyes returned to their original dark and deep look.

He put away the raised left hand and looked at the rigid Yousha, his face flushed, but with a helpless look, a cheerful smile appeared on his face.

He patted Yousha on the shoulder, and said teasingly: "What did you say about Yousha? Ask me to kneel down and admit your mistakes, and then you let me go? Now who is it that admits wrong to whom?"

Listening to Wang Mang's mocking words, Yousha's old face full of folds turned from red to purple, and the whole body trembled.

His eye-catching dragon eyes glared at Wang Mang, his teeth rattled, but his tongue seemed to be knotted, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't say a word.

"Hehe, do you still play with me when you are in this field?" Wang Mang smiled slightly, squinted his eyes, and snapped his fingers lightly. The big bowl of black purple pustules on Yousha's chest surged even more. It's amazing, the strips of unknown objects kept tumbling and squirming between his flesh and blood.

"Uh~uh!" Yousha is like a drake caught around his neck, his entire face suddenly turned purple, and his eyes ooze bloodshot eyes because of ischemia.

The blood vessels were blocked, his intracranial pressure rose rapidly, two round eyes gradually bulged out, and a pair of ears also leaked black and red blood from the ear orifices.

But this is far from over. The pain comparable to Ling Chi is blessed on You Sha, and drops of red blood are slowly overflowing from the golden scales of his body, and his limbs begin to tremble non-stop.

But it was just such pain. He didn't even have the ability to control the body's self-healing. He could only quietly use his spirit to carry the boundless pain from his body.

"Wang Mang, you have won this battle. Yousha, the old boy, has now lost the ability to fight. He is now a live fish to be slaughtered on your chopping board!"

Rakshasa, who had been watching the battle between the two, had a stinky green face, and with a wave of his hand, the railings of the Shura Field would automatically melt, giving him a passable road.

Hearing this, Wang Mang hadn't spoken yet, Yousha went straight on, with extremely unwilling, angry eyes suddenly moved to the coming Rakshasa.

When Raksha saw Yousha's embarrassed look, the corners of his mouth showed a sneer, "Yousha, you old boy, you are here to put a silly face on me, you have no ability to lose, I will give you a step. Next, are you ignorant?"

"If your skills are not as good as others, then you won't be as good as others, don't wait for someone to let you go with an old face!"

Raksha's relentless anger made Yousha lower her head almost without complacency. When Wang Mang saw this, he also smiled casually, and immediately waved his hand, ‘Kara! A shackle that didn't exist in the naked eye suddenly shattered, and Yousha's stiff body collapsed directly to the ground.

This is not to blame for Yousha's poor physical fitness, but because this is the instinct of being a creature. After the severe pain, if you don't collapse on the ground, can you stand up and continue fighting?

Yousha, who was paralyzed on the ground, was breathing heavily, and those eye-catching dragon eyes opened slightly. When he saw a pair of proud eyes, the light in his eyes dimmed.