Gong Qiang is still waiting for the monsoon smoke to run out of energy, but just as the monsoon smoke lifts his hand and throws out a stack of yellow paper strips, those paper strips are just like being pulled by so force, which are directly pasted on the eyebrows of more than a dozen alchemists, instantly covering their eyebrows and their weird black pupils.
In an instant, all the alchemists stopped attacking. They kept their last second posture and remained motionless.
Monsoon smoke is also landing at this mont, her wrist a turn, the whip quickly returned to the hands.
"Powerful? Invincible? " The monsoon smoke glanced at a dozen motionless alchemists and then looked at the stunned Gong Qiang.
"You don't have the right to wantonly play with other people's lives." The cold opening of the monsoon smoke.
Gong Qiang was shocked by everything in front of him. He tried to let those alchemists continue to attack, but after the order was issued, those alchemists still stood still and did not respond at all.
"What did you do?" Gong Qiang is shocked to see the monsoon smoke. These alchemy transforms people, which is Gong Qiang's most proud work. He combines the characteristics of the dead in their bodies, so that they can beco immortal monsters and the strongest weapons.
As early as a few years ago, Gong Qiang took these ten alchemists to leave the Xiaoyao Valley secretly, and found a remote town to carry out a killing called experint. There were thousands of soldiers stationed in that town, and there were more than 60000 people in the city.
But those people, in one night, were slaughtered by these ten alchemists. There was no living in the whole city.
It can be said that these alchemists are the most proud works of Gong Qiang. If he is given a few years to expand the number of alchemists, he is not afraid of the previous country.
But
His most proud work, in front of the monsoon smoke, has beco a joke.
The monsoon smoke sweeps through the frozen alchemists and reforrs, walking slowly forward towards Gong Qiang.
"The body without soul is just an empty shell. Even if it goes against the sky, it is still a puppet." The voice with the slightest chill ca from the mouth of the monsoon smoke, and her cold eyes were on Gong Qiang's eyes.
"Playing puppet with , you're a little younger." Say, monsoon smoke back in behind of hand suddenly clenched fist, two fingers imdiately outstretched at the sa ti, in the heart silently read a word.
Go!
Almost at the sa ti of the silent thoughts of the monsoon smoke, those rigid alchemists suddenly moved. But this ti, their goal is not the monsoon smoke, but the Gong Qiang who made them look like this!
More than a dozen alchemists suddenly turned around and went straight to Gong Qiang's place.
Gong Qiang didn't expect that these alchemists would be controlled by monsoon smoke, and they were caught by surprise.
Gong Qiang is not a monsoon smoker. He is not powerful enough to fight against the dozens of alchemists. He wants to stand up, but those alchemists have knocked him down. In a flash, a dozen figures buried him.
A scream suddenly burst out of Gong Qiang's mouth, and the alchemy and transformation people who fell on him even opened up a gaping crack, biting the flesh and skin of Gong Qiang!
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