Chapter 2081: Li Jialing launched! (2/2)
Li Yao was taken aback by Li Jialing's sudden behavior. If he hadn't heard Li Jialing say ”it's about to begin” just now, he would almost doubt whether he was really caught by the evil spirit or some mysterious force in his body was out of control.
But seeing the boy's ten fingers deeply embedded in his head, he almost squeezed his eyes out of his eye sockets, as if he didn't do this, and he couldn't restrain the urge to burst his brain at all.
”Boom! Boom! Boom!”
He slammed his head on the ground and the wall desperately, and every time he shook the ground and the mountains, it was like a spar bomb exploding in a small secret room, leaving a series of shocking bloodstains!
”Don't... don't force me!”
Li Jialing had a distorted face and a vague growl. Anyone who saw it would feel that he was in extreme pain of life worse than death, ”Don't force me anymore, you bastards, bastards!”
Thick blood dripped from his eyes, nostrils, ear canals and corners of his mouth, and his chest was a mixture of blood and vomit. His image was hideous, terrifying, and pitiful to the extreme.
”I really didn't see it, this kid is still an acting school!”
The Scarlet Heart Demon exclaimed, ”Although it's still a little bit young, it's cruel, unruly, and outstanding in combat power and acting skills. He also knows that the hidden minions can't bear it-it's definitely a craftable material!”
Li Jialing was so cruel to herself, even Li Yao and the Scarlet Heart Demon looked a little creepy, not to mention the ”Sky City, Manzhushahua” researchers separated by a wall.
At this moment, both Li Lingfeng and Wu Yinglan were dealing with more important tasks, and only a few researchers were stationed here.
And Li Jialing has always been in a state of walking dead, never willing to hurt people with his hands, and rarely engages in self-mutilation, and the level of danger is not high.
Therefore, seeing him suddenly look so violent and painful, the researcher was a little confused for a while.
”Shoo, hoo, hoo!”
More than a dozen small red spots appeared on Li Jialing's body, and powerful anesthetics came from all directions.
But his stature is agile, how much more agile than the green-haired Yaksha just now, but he turned into a **** red mist, avoiding all the powerful anesthetics!
”哧—”
The door of the secret room opened, and a dozen immortal cultivators wearing crystal armor and fully armed rushed in.
”do not come!”
When Li Jialing saw them, it was like seeing a ghost, with an expression of fear and despair on his face, he kept curling up to the corner of the wall, crying and crying, ”Don't come, don't you guys!”
”Don't be afraid, calm down.”
The headed cultivator's voice is as mellow as it is mellow, and as gentle as it is, it makes people feel infinitely trusting when they hear it, ”You are sick, we are here to help you.”
”no no no!”
Li Jialing yelled heartbreakingly, ”I'm not sick, don't send me there to make preparations, I don't want to, save me, save me!”
”Okay, okay, you are not sick, and we will never send you back. Anyway, calm down and speak.”
This immortal cultivator's voice became more mellow and gentle, and he opened his arms and said, ”Believe me, everything is over. What you need most now is to rest, take a good rest.”
”Don't come, don't come, don't come, my head hurts, my head hurts, my head hurts...”
No matter how the other party persuaded him, Li Jialing still kept talking, his pupils and whites of his eyes seemed to be completely fused together, blooming more and more brutal and tyrannical light, as if a dam deep in the brain was completely destroyed and released. After the unprecedented scourge, the muttering became deeper and deeper, and more and more hoarse, ”If you come here again, if you come again...”
He seemed to have lost consciousness and fell into extreme chaos.
The immortal cultivator gestured to the left and right, and several crystal armors immediately surrounded him silently.
”do not come!”
In an instant, the confusion, chaos, indifference and despair in the eyes of the young man disappeared, replaced by the coldness and cruelty that is the most typical of a pure cultivator.
”Huh!”
Li Jialing's muscles were tightened into bundles of steel ropes, blood and sweat filled with violent spiritual flames, shooting out in all directions like a torrential pear blossom, disturbing the opponent's sight.
And he took the opportunity to sneak into the many immortal cultivators, lightly stretched his arms, spread his fingers, and easily grabbed the heads of the two armor masters.
”boom!”
Under his fierce and unparalleled power, the heads of the two armor masters were smashed together by him, and the helmets made of fortified alloys were deeply sunken, spewing dazzling sparks!