I Kidnapped 1.4 Billion People

Zhang Yichen thought for a moment, brought up Jiang Xiaoyu's message panel, and poked at the other party.

Jiang Xiaoyu is also a fan of his live broadcast! Not only Jiang Xiaoyu, but everyone in China is his live broadcast fan.

A while passed, but Jiang Xiaoyu didn't respond.

"It seems that Brother Yu is really in trouble, but Brother Yu should be safe. His account has not disappeared."

The live broadcast room is connected to the luck of 1.4 billion people in China. If a person dies, the luck will disappear and the information panel will disappear.

"Then let's leave here first!" Leng Feng said.

Suddenly, Xu Sanduo drew his gun and pointed it behind Leng Feng.

Leng Feng was startled, drew his gun, turned around and pointed the gun upward.

There was a stranger standing on the big tree beside the carriage.

The figure is standing on a branch as thick as a thumb, but the branch is not broken. This is not scientific at all.

The figure was dressed in a gray gown, with a goatee on his chin. His face was only thirty years old, but his temples were already gray.

The man looked down at the three people with an indifferent expression, "Mortal?"

Leng Feng glanced at Xu Sanduo, and the two of them lowered their guns, "I didn't know that the master was here, so I bumped into the master, and I hope that the master will atone for his sins."

"I wonder why the master is here? Did he tell the young ones to do it?"

The middle-aged monk's eyes fell on the pistol.

Immediately, Leng Feng and Xu Sanduo were horrified to find that a mysterious force was acting on the pistol, and the pistol was trying to break free from their hands and fly away.

The two were shocked and wanted to pull the trigger, but found that they could no longer do it.

The pistol was released and flew towards the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk took the pistol, played with it, and asked Leng Feng: "What is this and why ordinary iron can make me feel a faint threat."

Xu Sanduo and Leng Feng didn't answer, and moved closer to the middle, blocking Zhang Yichen behind them.

The middle-aged monk moved the muzzle of the gun, pointed it at the three people, and put his finger on the trigger. "Is this how it is used?"

The three of them were horrified. Xu Sanduo and Leng Feng blocked Zhang Yichen tightly behind them to ensure that bullets could not penetrate their bodies and hit Zhang Yichen.

The middle-aged monk smiled playfully and pointed the gun at his own head.

Three people? ?

"Bang."

The bullet shot out of the gun barrel and flew towards the middle-aged monk's head.

Just when the bullet was about to hit the middle-aged monk's head, it stopped strangely and remained motionless in mid-air, imprisoned by an invisible force.

"It's interesting. Little Fantie can actually unleash the power of a magic weapon. It's really interesting."

The tip of his toes touched the branches, and the middle-aged monk seemed to be floating down like goose feathers, landing silently.

"Can you tell me where you got these utensils?"

"I bought it," Leng Feng said.

“Where to buy?”

Leng Feng: "Where is a god?"

"Where is the immortal?"

"I don't know, gods always see the beginning but not the end of the dragon. How can we, the little mortals, know about the traces of the gods."

The middle-aged monk shook his head and laughed, "Mortal, you didn't tell the truth! But it doesn't matter, everyone has their own secrets."

The middle-aged monk put away his smile and asked seriously: "Have you ever seen other monks coming and going here?"

"Back to the Immortal, we have not seen other immortals. As soon as we arrived here, you, the immortal, appeared." Leng Feng said.

"is that so?"

The pressure of Wu Xing fell on the three of them.

Zhang Yichen suddenly felt as heavy as a hundred kilogram boulder on his body, his legs went weak and he sat on the ground.

At the same time, 1.4 billion people in China felt the same way, and the entire country was suppressed by a terrifying invisible aura.

Someone, like Zhang Yichen, was forced to sit on the ground by the sudden pressure.

People who were physically weak and mentally fragile simply fainted and fell to the ground.

People who are physically healthy and mentally strong can only struggle to hold on.

Leng Feng and Xu Sanduo felt double pressure, one was the middle-aged man's momentum lock, and the other was Zhang Yichen's empathy.

The middle-aged monk himself could not have imagined that the aura and pressure he released casually could overwhelm a country!

Seeing Zhang Yichen's miserable performance, the middle-aged monk was slightly surprised, with a flash of disdain in his eyes. This mortal's body must be too weak!

In contrast, Leng Feng and Xu Sanduo, who were also mortals, gave the middle-aged monk a high look.

The middle-aged monk put away his imposing manner and bullied ordinary people who had no strength, which was not what he wanted to do.

Zhang Yichen suddenly felt the pressure on his body disappear, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

The terrifying monk, that kind of nihilistic pressure not only affects people's bodies, but also affects their souls. It is a terrifying feeling that Zhang Yichen has never experienced before.

The live broadcast room was eerily quiet, and everyone had not yet woken up from the sudden pressure.

"The Immortal has a clear warning, and everything the villain says is true."

Leng Feng gritted his teeth, not daring to show his resentment towards the immortal. Under the double pressure, his legs almost broke.

"What you said this time is true."

The pistol flew back into the hands of the two of them, "If you are willing to tell me the origin of the instrument, what if I give you a fortune?"

Leng Feng clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for the kindness of the immortal, but we really don't know the whereabouts of the immortal who sold us the equipment."

"In that case, forget it. It's just a pity that you lost an opportunity to step into the world of cultivators."

The middle-aged man shook his head, looking very regretful, and secretly glanced at the expressions of the three of them from the corner of his eye.

The middle-aged man was disappointed. The three of them had no intention of making any move. They seemed not interested in joining the cultivator sect and becoming powerful monks.

This made the middle-aged man a little interested in the three people. These three people seemed to be more than ordinary mortals.

The light flowed under the middle-aged monk's feet, flew into the sky, and disappeared on the horizon in the blink of an eye.