Chapter 217 (2/2)

What's more, he Feng's purpose of his trip is for these military souls and to send them home.

How can such a thing be tolerated?

However, he was not in a hurry. He wanted to wait and see what the head lowering division in Southeast Asia was doing?

After all, it's not too late to know what the other party is doing first and then do it.

He Feng has strength and self-confidence. He can easily kill this guy, because from the current situation, this guy is not a cultivator at all, just a guy who knows a little or two witchcraft spells.

This guy relies on nothing more than some utensils, some spells that borrow the aura of heaven and earth through spells.

There is no fluctuation of spiritual power at all, and the body is just a little stronger than ordinary people. However, compared with He Feng's body, which has been cultivated to the extreme and has no use cutting with knives and axes, it is undoubtedly much worse.

Seeing those gathered military souls, the head lowering division in Southeast Asia wiped a shiny bald head, and then gave a ferocious laugh.

Ah, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck.

It seems particularly frightening, especially in the dark. However, he also scares others. He Feng will not be afraid of it. What he really wants to fear should be the guy who desecrates the military soul.

I only saw that the bald man took out a skeleton from his wide clothes. The skeleton was obviously very small. It was the skull of a baby less than months old.

He Feng's pupil shrinks. What a small child did he kill with such a small head?

More disgusting things happened. The man took another one out of his pocket, just like the medicine pot in the Chinese drugstore, and threw the skull in it heavily. Then he crushed it and made it into powder. Then he took out a small bottle containing some unknown liquid, crimson.

He Feng smelled the fishy smell from far away.

I only saw that the head lowering division in Southeast Asia directly poured the liquid into the powdered skull.

After that, pick up the medicine pot and drink it up.

After drinking, he touched the corners of his mouth, as if he were drinking something delicious.

This made he Feng feel like vomiting. It was too disgusting and beyond his imagination.

Regardless of whether he was good or bad to these soldiers, he Feng has sentenced the head lowering division to death for his current behavior.

No reason for him, disgusting!

After drinking, the head lowering division looked at the souls of the soldiers and soldiers in front of him, and gave out bursts of ferocious smiles.

Ah, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck.

After that, the wide sleeves grew, and he opened his mouth as if to devour all these military souls.

In fact, that's what he has to do.

After the big mouth opened, a blue and strange light spread around the mouth of the Southeast Asian headmaster, and finally formed a strange vortex.

Those soldiers who went to the army were struggling with their instincts, with their instincts as a spirit, to get rid of the shackles of this blue light.

However, they can't get rid of it.

He Feng thoroughly understood this guy's idea, made a quick decision, made a jump, and flew through the air.

Then he kicked heavily behind the headmaster.