486: C486 The Phantom Three Kills of Despair

C486 The Phantom Three Kills of Despair

Article 486. The Phantom Three Kills of Despair

He had broken through to the Intermediate Combat King!

Ah! He had broken through to High Battle-King again!

How was this possible? He had heard of Instant Magic before, but he had never heard of anyone breaking through in an instant!

The three assassins were stunned as they sensed that it was troublesome for others to break through to the First Level. They were either eating grass or drinking medicine, but he was like drinking water, rising two levels with gudong gudong gudong sounds.

Can you hurry up? Let's see if you can break through two more levels.

Before they could finish this thought, they felt another tremor in Zhang Xing's body.

Intermediate Great Magister... Advanced Great Magister... What the f * ck! He was going to rise just like that!

Brother, this isn't true. Even if we were beaten to death, we wouldn't believe that there would be such a way to level up.

It's said that Devil Martial cultivators cultivate at the same time. But there's no Devil Martial that can cultivate at the same time...

"Bang!"

Just as the three assassins were seriously doubting their lives, a crisp sound was heard.

The thousand-year-old vine ring broke.

"No! Impossible!"

"You... How is it possible for you to break the rattan ring with your current realm?"

The three assassins looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief and were stunned on the spot.

The corner of Zhang Xing's mouth curled up. "Maybe the rattan ring is not that strong. It has not grown for more than a thousand years!"

The last time he completed the experience mission, he hadn't leveled up, so this was the perfect time for him to use it.

Seeing the broken rattan still moving on the ground, Zhang Xing couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

It was a very strange plant, it was actually alive. If the poison that pierced into his body didn't exist in the Dragon Qi, he would definitely be paralyzed.

The people of the Killer Group really put in a lot of effort. Once the opportunity presented itself, they wouldn't hesitate to attack. Their desire for revenge was even stronger than mine.

I have to think of a way to uproot them.

Zhang Xing had a preliminary plan in his mind.

He waved his hand and caught the three assassins into the castle of Dragon Island. The other two ordinary assassins had already fled in the chaos.

Zhang Xing didn't mind. He believed that those who had sneaked into the Redbud City wouldn't mind. There were also many assassins who looked like ordinary people.

He returned to the City Lord's Mansion and entered the Dragon Island.

The three assassins stared blankly at the secret chamber in front of them. They thought that Zhang Xing could kill them on the spot, but who knew that the situation would change in the blink of an eye.

They lay motionless on the cold stone floor. The combat power in their bodies was sealed. They could not even bite the poisonous teeth in their mouths.

The three of them understood that Zhang Xing was planning to interrogate him. The pain in his flesh could not be avoided!

Dadada!

When they heard the Footsteps in their ears, the three of them felt a chill in their hearts. Death was not scary, but what was scary was the process of being tortured.2

However, Zhang Xing only came over to examine them carefully. He took away the Storage Ring, poisonous teeth, and the poisonous steel wire hidden in their hair.

They were each locked in a room that was twenty square meters. There was nothing in the room except for the black and white square grids on the surrounding walls, floor, and ceiling.

This was an interrogation method that Zhang Xing had thought of. If a person was locked up in such an environment alone, they would always feel anxious and uneasy.

As long as he opened his eyes, he would see the black and white grids. If he closed his eyes, he would still see the black and white grids.

Perhaps it did not have much effect at the beginning, but a few days later, this person's spiritual world was filled with black and white grids. He could not chase them away, nor could he forget them.

Thus, he began to feel irritated, anxious, depressed and wanted to vent. He wanted to speak. However, he was the only one in the room, so he could only speak to himself.

First, he muttered to himself in a low voice, then he shouted loudly.

Then he shouted until his throat became hoarse, he shouted until his body became weak.

After this stage, there was a strong desire to find someone to talk to, no matter who it was, no matter what it was.

Time passed day by day. Zhang Xing went to the training base every day and gave Fei Er and the others a tour. He taught them how to get along with dragons, how to understand or understand dragons' expressions and actions.

In the blink of an eye, four days had passed. Old Third, who was among the killers, had already reached the brink of collapse. If he did not release him, he would definitely go crazy.

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