Not good!
Carl felt an inexplicable sense of danger, as if he saw a grim reaper smiling at him with a sickle.
He wanted to retreat, but it was too late. Sun Jun's lifeless body suddenly moved!
He used his hands and feet to firmly lock him up like a pair of pliers, and he shook violently like a sieve. His skin was strangely propped up, like a foolish mortal possessed by a demon.
"Dragon Elephant Prajna Art!"
Tantra was located in the Tibetan region and belonged to the nomadic people. Therefore, countless soldiers under Genghis Khan had learned this technique, although many had learned it.
However, this was a cultivation technique that was easy to learn but difficult to master. It had a total of thirteen levels. When one reached the peak of the thirteenth level, they would have the strength of a dragon and an elephant. Moving mountains would not be difficult, but this was only the general outline in the book.
Just like in the advertisement, this item was only for reference. Even a genius could only reach the tenth level, and in the end, he would die of regret due to insufficient lifespan. As for Carl, he was quite talented and had already reached the third level, the Power of the Barbarian Elephant!
"Moo!"
Carl's body slowly grew taller, and his veins bulged. He glared at Sun Jun's body, preparing to break free from his grip. But was it really that easy?
Pa, pa, pa!
Like a series of firecrackers during the New Year, Sun Jun's body exploded. White bones popped out of his flesh and stabbed into Carl's body like sharp weapons!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Carl knelt on the ground. The white bones fused with him like a narrow cage, trapping him and torturing him to death!
Carl knelt on one knee and controlled the flow of his internal energy. He tried his best not to let his blood rush out and maintain his consciousness. Under such circumstances, a feeling of fatigue surged into his brain. A strange creaking sound kept entering his ears, getting louder and louder until it finally disappeared.
A low, ear-piercing voice entered his ears.
"Excuse me, where is Sir Man now?”
Lord Man!
Carl looked up as if he had been electrocuted. He saw the guy in front of him clearly.
He was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a black and gold robe embroidered with strange bird patterns. He wore a mask carved out of wood. The mask had no patterns, only holes that revealed his eyes and mouth. In the dark light, he could vaguely see a pair of black pupils looking down at him, as deep as the universe.
His deep, mechanical voice was emotionless, like a god who ignored all living beings. There was an irresistible majesty in his calm voice, reminding him of his own master!
Carl stared at the man in front of him warily. He saw that the man was sitting in a wheelchair. Perhaps he had some kind of physical defect. At such a short distance, he would definitely be able to take his life if he suddenly attacked.
Within five steps, an ordinary person was no different from an emperor!
Although Carl looked like a boorish man, he was actually a meticulous person. It was just that most of the time, he didn't need to use his brain to solve things that could be solved with his fists.
However, in order not to let him discover his intentions, Carl did not immediately make a move. Instead, he began to use his internal strength to suppress his wounds. He stared at the man in front of him with vigilance and asked in a deep voice,"You're from Hydra? Or the Immortal Palace? Heavenly Court? Kun Lun? Or maybe Dynasty?"
From Carl's point of view, it seemed that this person had suddenly attacked the Ten Rings Gang and even used a biochemical monster. It must be an enemy force. The most likely one was Hydra or some other hidden force.
"Hydra, heh, they're just a bunch of rats in the gutter. It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is where Lord Man is?”
Zhou Yang tapped his fingers on the armrest lightly. His weak body was his biggest weakness, but it was also the place that made him the most cautious.
What he was most concerned about now was the location of Lord Man. If he could know his location, he could roughly deduce his next plan from the manga he had seen before.
Unfortunately, he was not a fanatic Marvel fan. He watched Marvel movies the most. After all, compared to comics with strange storyboards, movies were more suitable for the masses!
Moreover, he had only remembered the general plot of the movie for more than 20 years. He could not remember every detail.
However, so what? He had the mission lottery system. If he could draw those terrifying existences or items from his imagination, it wouldn't be difficult for him to crush Slayer Tyrant and provoke the Five Great Gods.
Carl didn't respond. Instead, he lowered his head."I won't tell you. Go to hell!!”
Before he could finish his sentence, Carl broke free from the white bones all over his body and leaped high into the air, striking Zhou Yang who was in the wheelchair with his palm!
Great Strength Vajra Palm!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You're really like the main character in a TV series now. When you're interrogated by a villain, you'll wait for an opportunity to kill him. But…I'm not a talkative villain!”
Facing this dangerous scene, Zhou Yang slowly turned his wheelchair, raised his right hand, and snapped his fingers!
Pa!
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