Unlimited Fraudster

The torture of the four gangsters continued, but Zuozi no longer had any thoughts of seeking death. What supported her to endure everything was the power that was brewing in her body at this time—

About the third day after being caught, Zuozi vaguely felt that there was more strength in his body. Although the strength was so weak that it would disappear into nothingness with just a little manipulation, it was already Zuozi's only hope.

As she continued to be tortured, Zuoko could feel the existence of that power more and more clearly. It was generated from an indescribable part of her, and then began to converge along the meridians of her abdomen, and that position made her naturally think of herself. The source of power—

Linggen.

"Is this an inadvertent comprehension of the cultivation method?" Zuozi secretly laughed at herself, but at this moment, apart from this ironic power, she had no other reliance at all.

She endured for a month, endured for a month, waited for a month, and endured multiple tortures from body to spirit every day, just to see the trace of strength in her dantian grow slowly, and grow so strong that she can independently refine "jing" Transforming Qi, it grows to the point where it can slowly wander back and forth in the meridians.

But this is not enough, because Zuozi's spirit and body are still in a sealed state. At this time, her spirit and vitality are locked and trapped in her brain, that mass of resentment from the dead gangster, and For that resentment, this power that I don't know whether to call it spiritual power or something else is too weak.

"Wait a little longer, it's just a little bit more, and bear it for a few more days." Zuozi gritted his teeth secretly, but on the surface he pretended to be disgusting and upright, arousing the desire of these people, so that they could give her more Opportunities to practice, not to turn desire into violence.

With the continuation of refining and transforming qi, the power brewing in Zuozi's dantian finally broke through a certain critical point, reaching a level that could be driven by the weak spiritual power that could only sustain life activities, but she did not immediately act. .

Because she is very clear that although she has strength that can be reluctantly used, it is not enough to solve her current predicament. Even if she can kill one of them with a desperate blow, she can only become the opponent's after exhausting her strength. A plaything, and next time, I'm afraid she won't have another chance.

Fate has been shuffled, the casino is only opened once, and the outcome is only once.

Zuozi calmed down surprisingly at this moment, as if the various things she had endured on her body could no longer affect her thinking. At this time, she was like a poisonous snake, dormant quietly, waiting for the only chance to turn around.

Time and time again, one day after another, but Zuozi did not win the moment when she came back.

But she was not in a hurry, or this month's torture had worn away her temperament.

A day or two is meaningless.

...

Time began to pass again, and Sako couldn't remember how long he had been caught, maybe a month? Or a month and a half?

But one thing she remembered very well was the opportunity she was waiting for!

Finally, one morning, with a **** smell, the four people rushed into the room as if they had just climbed out of the line of life and death. Seeing their expressions, they knew that they were planning to vent their depression and madness.

But the moment Lumao came to Zuozi and stuffed the torture tool into her mouth, their eyes met.

It is also at this moment that Zuozi has simulated countless opportunities in his mind. This is the only opportunity that Zuozi still remembers, even if he is already unconscious.

Resisting mental exhaustion and weakness, like a disabled person dragging his unconscious body with all his might, Zuozi squeezed the accumulated strength into his eyes along the meridians with all his strength.

At this point, she no longer cares whether doing so will cause damage to her eyes, as long as one blow, even if she can only pour out this blow in her entire life, that's enough!

With such a determination, Zuozi's eyes instantly turned red, the three hook jade spun quickly, and a very simple control illusion was pierced from these eyes.

This is not a wheel-eye illusion, and Zuoko didn't turn on the kaleidoscope at the moment, because that little bit of power had already exhausted most of it just by opening his eyes.

Fortunately, the green hair itself is at the most relaxed moment for a male, and the illusion with the meaning of death directly broke the undefended spirit and injected it into the green hair's brain.

Then, with Zuoko's only order, Lumao unlocked his telepathy ability.

In an instant, Zuozi's spiritual power and vitality came back.

Even if the physical strength is still only at the level of a baby, at this moment, Zuoko has a chance to turn around.

The gouyu in his eyes spun rapidly, and combined into a two-wheeled windmill-like pattern under the action of Zuoko's recovered mental power, and then, Zuoko launched a pupil technique——

Izanagi!

The world is turned upside down at this moment!

A white light flashed across the room, and Quan Guo Zuozi, who was bulging forward and backward, had disappeared without a trace. What remained was a stern boy who looked twelve or thirteen years old.

However, no one cared about this detail at this time. The blazing murderous aura was raging, and fear spread throughout the room. That powerful coercion, even if there was no power hidden in it, made the walls crack. Even the sky outside the building was affected, and the dense clouds were scattered at this moment.

Zuozi stared coldly at the four-color team, and if there was a real murderousness, it turned into a domineering force, pressing the private person to the ground and unable to move.

One step, two steps, Zuozi slowly took a step towards the four-color team, and each step seemed to be gesturing with a steel knife around their necks.

"Sweet, sweetheart, one day husband and wife a hundred days of grace, aren't you very comfortable this month?" Huang Mao seemed to have foreseen his own death and begged for mercy without saying anything, but this made Zuozi this month. The pain that came to him broke out completely, and the calmness that was stripped away in order to fight for a chance of survival no longer existed, and Huang Mao had not even had time to say a word, and was crushed by the terrifying coercion, followed by a punch. on his face-

"I Shu you old wood! Die to me! Die!!!!!! Blast you away! Blast you away!!!!!!!"

The sour cracking sound reverberated in my ears, and the splashing flesh and blood plasma dyed the snow-white walls red~www.wuxiaspot.com~ What if I killed Lao Tzu? I have played with you for a month! This life is worth it! You little [beep—] tender and watery..."

"Pfft!" The red hair exploded before he finished speaking, and the flying skull fragments directly penetrated the green hair. The blue hair already knew that he was doomed, but as a reinforcement system, he still broke out a desperate blow!

At this moment, the thoughts scattered on countless subordinates returned, and the moment the huge thoughts were injected into the body, the original height of 1.85 meters suddenly swelled, and it directly turned into a little giant with a height of 5-6 meters.

"Give me death!" Zuoko saw the weapon that was also swelled under the giant, his face became more and more angry, the blue chakra circulated on the surface of the body, the skeleton began to condense, the muscles and armor burning like flames When it began to take shape, Susano, who was dozens of meters tall, propped up the building in an instant, cut it down with a knife, but glued the blue hair into a lump of flesh.

Zuozi's venting continued, and the violent attack covered the entire block. It wasn't until two hours later that Zuozi, who gradually felt his eyes swell, stopped moving. The blue-green giant slowly dissipated, leaving only one twelve. Three-year-old whole fruit boy.