The ghost-faced killers in the Helldao looked at the claw shadows coming around and used their own moves to resist.

In an instant, swords and swords flew, and all kinds of lights bloomed, and the claw shadows began to disappear without stopping.

Makino, who was hiding his figure in the black fog, frowned when he looked at the scene in front of him, and was quite surprised. He didn't expect that he underestimated it.

At the beginning, he was confident that he had the ability to control his other people's affairs because he felt that although these people had the aura of innate realm, he felt that they could suppress it inexplicably.

I didn’t expect that these hell killers could easily break their enhanced version of the Nine Yin Divine Claws.

Muye thought about this situation again and thought that it was correct. The beginning of the immortal path was equivalent to the innate nature. Although he had practiced the perfection of innate practice, he was still in the early stage of innate.

So the question is, why can you feel suppressed when you create the same level of yourself?

Now this situation is completely a matter of Muye fighting against a group of innate powerhouses alone, and it seems normal that he is easily defeated.

Makino can't figure out the key even though he thinks about it.

What he is thinking now is that if he has an error in his estimate, should he run away? Or should he go back to Bai Yujing directly?

If you don’t run away, you will not only be embarrassed, but you may also lose your life.

In order to save an irrelevant woman, Makino said that he is not a Virgin.

Rescuing a woman is just to make her identity easier for her to learn more information. If she dies because of this, she will naturally be worth it.

However, just as Makino made up his attention and decided to escape and retreat, he casually glanced at a killer in the Hell Dao had claws left by the Nine Yin Divine Claws.

It doesn't seem to be completely useless, that's the case.

Makino stopped, and a light flashed in his eyes.

Black fog periphery.

Time passed minute by minute, and the horse face, who was standing outside the black fog, had already faded away, but the two slap marks were still clearly visible.

While guarding Murong Mei, who was also looking at the black fog, Ma Ming couldn't help but look anxious as time passed.

The reason why he asked his subordinates to come forward but he didn't get on is because he was afraid of losing his life due to a temporary mistake, and at the same time he had a little dark mentality.

If the subordinate successfully subdued Muye, then he would not care about the ridicule of his previous subordinates. If he died accidentally, then he would be considered dead. Who told them to laugh at him before?

Of course, the most important thing is the profound impression that Makino unknowingly slapped his horse face and slapped him.

He didn't know what was going on, but Makino just slapped him a few times but couldn't escape it.

It was like Muye had a strange force when he opened his mouth, which made him feel dazed unconsciously.

Therefore, he was very afraid.

Just as the horse face was thinking about it alone, the sound of fighting in the black fog gradually decreased until it was completely inaudible.

As the sound disappeared, the black fog began to dissipate and a group of figures appeared.

When the figures were completely clear, they saw that they were a group of killers in Hell, and in the middle, two ghost-faced killers were escorting Makino.

Makino looked a little embarrassed at this time, with his hair disheveled.

"The horse face, this kid looks majestic, but in fact he has only a third-grade fetal breath for the silver gun wax pole head." A ghost-faced killer looked at Muye and rolled his eyes and mocked.

Then more hell killers talked about it in a verbal way.

"Yes, the horse face, we were all frightened by him."

"Mamama, look, take off this kid's secret treasure and see that his current realm is similar to ours."

"That is to say, at the same level as us, she still pretends to be even better than the horse-faced master."

...

The horse's face narrowed, and he carefully swept Makino up and down, and then his eyes became even more angry.

Unexpectedly, I was scared by a person with a third grade fetal breath. I was a ninth grade fetal breath, which was a sixth grade! The horse face almost bleeded blood.

Now I think the reason why I was accidentally slapped by Muye just now must be caused by the martial arts that affect the mind and spirit.

I regret it! I would have learned more spiritual secrets if I had known it, and it would not have been like this.

Now the face is too much. If it is sent back to Hell, wouldn't it be a joke? Ma Mian feels depressed and his eyes look at Muye cannot help but have a strong murderous aura.

Even looking at a group of subordinates, Ma Mian began to wonder whether to kill him on the road, and Murong Mei planned to kill him directly.

Only dead people will keep the secret. In order not to let this scandal spread, Ma Ming felt that he could give up even if the task was completed and he would give a reward for breaking the fetal breathing period.

This is not the only way to break through the fetal breathing period, but if this matter spreads, it may be a stain for life.

It is already conceivable that when you return to the organization like this, you will definitely be treated as a joke after dinner.

Of course, the horse-faced man is not confused or stupid. He also thinks of one thing, that is, why can he be influenced by himself, but why is his subordinates not affected?

Therefore, he glanced at his subordinates again, trying to see from their expressions whether they were affected by spiritual secrets.

But when they looked left and right, they didn't see any difference. If there was really something different, they were all covered with color and each of them had claws.

Is there something wrong? There is nothing wrong!

If you don’t suffer any injuries in the fight, the horse face will find it strange. Now everyone is injured, which makes people even less suspicious.

"Bring him over, I want him to taste what the pain of corpses is."

Mama Mian stared at Makino with gritted teeth, holding the long knife in her hand tighter, as if she was about to swing it up the next moment.

Murong Mei, who was beside her, looked at Muye being subdued, and her eyes became even more dim.

Murong Mei thought that the young man was very powerful, so she dared to come forward. Unexpectedly, her realm was just the third grade of fetal breath, which was not as good as her sixth grade of fetal breath.

"Yes, the horse-faced man." A group of grimace killers said respectfully, and then escorted Makino forward.

Mama looked at Makino who was gradually standing in front of him, with his hands tied up, and his expression was a little weird.

"Boy, I'm going to cut you into pieces first, then break your bones and make bone broth and drink them. What do you think?"

The horse face pulled out a dagger from his waist and kept licking his mouth from time to time.

"It's great, but I'm afraid you won't have a chance to eat." Makino shook away the random hair that blocked his vision, smiled slightly, and looked unstoppable.

"Well, what do you mean?"

Ma Mian was very confused. He didn't know that he could escape the confidence that Makino came from.

puff!

A voice sounded.

Puff puff puff!!!

A series of sounds sounded.

Horse face lowered its head in disbelief and saw several swords on its chest and abdomen coming out of its body.

Behind him, a group of hell killers stabbed the sword into the horse's body with expressions. They were afraid of not dying, so they pulled it out and continued stabbing it in.

"This...how is this...it's possible..."

The horse's face fell to the ground with weak face, and his body kept spraying blood outwards, and blood foam was coming out of his mouth from time to time.

He opened his eyes angrily and died with his eyes open.

Makino was very upset and walked up to him and raised his hand, closing his eyes.
Chapter completed!