Chapter 107

Zhou Heng opened Xu Lingshan's mouth and took out the undigested white pill from her mouth.

In Zhou Heng's eyes, the white pill seemed to have vitality, wriggling quietly in his palm. After getting the data about the witchcraft energy transmitted by the celestial system, he saw the vitality in the pill. This pill contains a rare but delicate amount of witchcraft energy, which is scattered in every tiny dust that makes up the white pill. And these fine dusts are parasites.

These parasites are catalyzed by witchcraft energy, in other words, the pill is made by a wizard.

There is no doubt that the makers of the pills are the Wizards of the black tower. Zhou Heng frowned. The power in his hand gradually increased, the pill was pinched into dust by him, the magic energy in the dust was sucked away by him, and the parasite that depended on the magic energy to keep alive also died silently.

The wizard King's magic energy failed to kill Zhou Heng, but made him stronger.

Now Zhou Heng has mastered witchcraft. His body is surrounded by beautiful lavender energy, which are the toxins left in his body by the wizard king to destroy his internal organs. Now it has been extracted by Zhou Heng and turned into his own weapon.

This nearly pure lavender energy calms down the surrounding parasite and the giant hybrid. All the parasites are created by "king of greed and sickle weasel", and this energy also comes from "king of greed and sickle weasel". All the parasites present submit to Zhou Heng, the new master of witchcraft energy in the air.

But Zhou Heng would not bypass them. Xu Lingshan died in the same way as Wang Ya. The infection of parasites not only devoured her flesh and blood, but also took away her soul. When she died, there would be no chance of reincarnation.

Zhou Heng's right arm was raised flat, with his thumb and middle finger clasped into a ring.

Not long ago, he was completely unfamiliar with witchcraft energy, but now he can play with it.

His fingers just flicked in the air.

All the parasites are down. The huge mixture of numerous parasites also began to fester rapidly, collapsed on the ground and turned into a pool of mud.

In a moment, he can take away the activity of all parasites - the essence of these parasites is not flesh and blood, but the evil spirit driven by witchcraft energy. Once Zhou Heng takes away the magic energy from these parasites, they will slowly return to their original state.

These black tentacles turned into liquid, flowed out of the seven orifices of human corpses, fell to the ground, evaporated into black mist, and finally disappeared.

The fight is over.

In this fight, dozens of people lost their lives. There were only two survivors, and Zhou Heng was the only beneficiary. But Zhou Heng was not happy at all. On the contrary, he was angry. In the past, he had never been so angry in the face of wandering spirits or fierce ghosts. His anger was not because he was seriously injured by the wizard king, but because the man who had decided to save died in front of him.

When he went to the base of heita, all Zhou Heng wanted to save was Ding Ling. But he met Xu Lingshan, a woman who always had a bad attitude towards him and only had two sides. If you come here, you can save her by the way, right? Zhou Heng thought so at that time. Mingming has brought her out, but they unfortunately met this group of infected people.

In the future, the Witches of heita will regret that they have offended the last one.

Ding Ling quietly went to Zhou Heng's side, her body is still wearing Zhou Heng's coat, the lower body is completely naked. She silently looked at the bloodless Xu Lingshan in Zhou Heng's arms, and tears came from her eyes.

Xu Yang died, Xu Lingshan also died, all good people to her, are destined to leave her forever.

Ding Ling raised her arm and wiped her eyes hard. The high fever in her body has gone away, and the witchcraft energy can be used to destroy people's body from the inside, or to dispel some common diseases.

"Who are they?" Ding Ling's voice is a little hoarse. During this time, she cried too much.

"Black tower." Zhou Heng didn't hide it from her. She has the right to know, "it's a group of witches."

Ding Ling nodded. She said nothing more. Zhou Heng noticed that her eyes were no longer timid. He almost forgot that Ding Ling was not an ordinary girl. Ding Ling was the daughter of the Dragon King of Linhai City, the real sense of the underworld princess.

Ding Ling squatted down and pulled out a mobile phone from the body of a speeding party.

She made a call.

Five minutes later, the neighborhood will be blocked by the gang near the sea, and the black vehicles will come here in neat rows. It's all because the daughter of the Dragon King is back.

In the factory occupied by the black tower.

The wizard king is still sitting on his bed. He has just drunk another cup of human blood. Now he feels a warm force gushing out of his abdomen, gradually making his limbs gain weak strength.

Although these virgins have been carefully selected after many days of fasting, they are not enough for the wizard king.Andre stood by his bed. Just now, he had told the wizard king about Zhou Heng.

"I think he should be from Kunlun." Andre gave his guess. As far as he knows, there is only one organization in China called Kunlun that can cultivate decent monks.

The wizard King shook his head, obviously disagreeing with Andre's judgment.

"It doesn't matter who he is," said the wizard King faintly. "If I hit him, he will die."

Andre immediately nodded in agreement. His forehead exudes cold sweat. As far as he knows, the wizard king has been seriously ill. They have come all the way to Linhai to look for dragon blood just to cure the wizard king. However, from the blow that the wizard king made to Zhou Heng, it seems that the serious illness did not weaken the wizard King's ability, but made him more powerful. Some bad rumors about the wizard king came to Andre's mind, and he couldn't help swallowing nervously.

The wizard king looked at Andre calmly. Andre lowered his eyelids and did not dare to look at him. The wizard King's eyes were not sharp, but he seemed to have the ability to see through people's hearts.

"You are doubting me." The wizard king said to Andre, "you suspect that I am pretending to be sick."

Andre quickly fell on one knee. He didn't dare to defend himself because he knew the price of lying in front of the wizard king.

"I have eleven disciples," said the wizard King softly. "You are far from the most powerful of the eleven, but you are the most intelligent."

Andre was still silent, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. A black sickle weasel landed on his shoulder.

"Yes, you guessed right." Wizard King's face suddenly showed a strange smile, "I'm really pretending to be sick."