The night outside the city is getting darker and heavier, the city's gorgeous neon lights are on, loud music is playing on the roadside, and the streets are crowded with people.
A well-known Yin Cao director's face became increasingly anxious.
Three hours have passed. If this continues, will tonight's plan be ruined?
However, seeing that several king-level bosses were all present, no one dared to ask questions.
Another hour passed.
Jiang Chen's propaganda was so powerful that Samsara King was surrounded by waves of women, and he still hasn't left the inner ring of Rosala. The main thing is that he is indeed handsome and full of attraction.
"The number of suitors for this guy is almost as many as mine."
Tie Zhu commented in a low voice.
"Xiao Qi, unfold your hypnotic ghost."
At this time, the reincarnation king who once again wrote down the phone number of a girl in front of him suddenly spoke.
An old man immediately stepped forward, and a layer of gray energy spread out, covering everyone, making their expressions dull.
Then, led by the King of Samsara, a group of people rose into the sky.
The ordinary people who stayed here regained their composure after a while, looked ahead, found nothing unusual, and quickly walked away.
Outside the city, a group of strong men stood in the air.
"Do you know what I mean by this?"
Samsara King turned his head to look at everyone. When his eyes fell on Jiang Chen, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
"Ghost energy +..."
He was meant to lead a group of people out of the city.
After coming out, when everyone was wondering why he did this, he calmly showed what he had gained from this move.
But due to this kid's troubles, he lost a lot of calmness in the last step, and had to rely on the power of strange people to hypnotize ordinary people.
The King of Samsara now opened his palm, and a bright red medical record slowly began to condense on his hand.
"Medical records!"
Everyone was shocked.
And this was a medical record that had never been seen before.
"The reason why the first ward is mysterious enough and has never been discovered is because their containment conditions are beyond everyone's expectations."
"They don't want strong people, they don't want people with excellent spiritual talent, and they don't want people with spiritual potential..."
The King of Samsara spoke slowly: "What they want are ordinary people who are far superior to ordinary people in some aspects and have various talents!"
"Around 1985, the world's top realist painter Konny Nantenov disappeared after a photo shoot in the city of Rosala."
"...In 1987, a famous musician...the world's top incense maker...a super chef..."
"In short, if you are excellent in any aspect, you may be targeted."
"And the people in the first ward who judge and hand over medical records have not suffered any curse or erosion. They use a method that is almost impossible to detect."
"--brainwashing."
The words of Samsara King made everyone narrow their eyes.
This method is actually very vicious. If a person can become willing to work for the devil, his psychology has long been distorted.
"Lord Samsara King, who is the spy in this city? Does it need to be controlled?" Someone asked at this time.
"No."
King Samsara saw the medical record completely condensed, and his eyes suddenly swept forward, landing on the last woman who asked him to leave her phone number.
"puff"
The opponent exploded and turned into a mess of flesh and blood.
His previous actions were mainly to attract this woman, and use his handsomeness as an extremely talented person to obtain the qualification to be admitted to the first ward.
"Walk!"
A faint red line floated on the blood-red medical record, guiding the direction, and a group of strong men disappeared in the night.
Deep in the plateau, not even a weed can be seen on the barren frozen soil. This is a veritable death zone.
In a deserted place, there were wails, screams, hysterical laughter, and crazy speeches...
There was a roar of people.
The source is two not-so-high buildings, standing on the back of a mountain. The whole body is covered by a small pure black thing.
Some of these monsters are like human eyes, with very small limbs on them, and some are like human fingers, sliding weakly and bonelessly. They try their best to spy on the people in the building through the windows, imitating their speech and laughter. , the scene was extremely strange.
Suddenly, dozens of powerful figures arrived.
A pair of indifferent eyes overlooked the two hospital buildings.
"Medicine Master, get out and die!"
The Samsara King drew out his sword without any unnecessary nonsense, and raised it little by little, and the terrifying momentum quickly gathered.
"Destroy six of my dojos and kill countless of my disciples."
"Junior, do you really think that I am made of clay!?"
The sound of anger rang out from the hospital building. A middle-aged man wearing a Chinese tunic suit, half of his face was distorted, and he had a sense of decay all over his body. He walked out, suspended in mid-air, and his powerful aura was comparable to that of the King of Samsara. .
The two people's breaths collided, making the air make an overwhelming squeezing sound.
"It's yours! It's yours! It's yours!"
"Why the hell are you so rude? You cursed me as soon as you started talking to me. It seems like there's no point in telling you more. I'll tell you the truth!"
The Samsara King spat out several words in succession, without giving his opponent a chance to reply. He pressed his hand and struck with his sword.
The broad sword energy is like a long silver-white dragon crossing the sky, dancing wildly.
"boom"
With a loud noise that made many half-kings and grand masters cover their ears, the battle between the two top nine-step kings began. They deliberately distanced themselves. The medicine master was afraid of destroying the two remaining sick buildings. , the King of Samsara left these two hospital buildings for his subordinates to practice.
At this time, other figures also stood up in the hospital building.
In the third hospital building, three figures walked out.
A tall old man with the words "Seventh Ward" written on his nameplate. He was the dean who escaped from the Seventh Ward. However, according to the original intelligence, his strength was a vicious spirit, but now he is far superior to above this level.
There is a woman, thin, forty or fifty years old, with sharp eyes. Judging from the badge, she is actually the dean of the third ward.
There was also a child with all kinds of garbage tied to his body, and even his facial features looked like they were cut out from dead people and pieced together.
"Is this the result of the third ward?"
"To turn dead things into people and create life is to touch the realm of God!"
"It's just a half-finished product."
"Half-king level, who will deal with it?"
"..."
Everyone was speechless.
I saw the two deans, together with Chen Ren, stepping out together. The "death curse" surrounding the ward climbed up their bodies like crazy, the incomplete eyeballs were embedded in their foreheads, and the broken fingers clawed into their flesh...
With their faces full of pain, they were covered with death curses, and their auras continued to increase until - they entered the realm of kings!
Three kings.
That's not all.
Another figure walked out of the first ward.
Although there are only two, the level of terror is far greater than that of the third ward.
One of them is the dean of the first ward, and the other is a patient with multiple personality disorder. In his body live 11 of the most outstanding souls in the world.
When they walked out of the hospital building, they were haunted by the death curse, and their aura suddenly rose to——
Six-step king!
