Qiangqiang, Voltron and Dilraba Dilmurat enter the stage.
A new round of inhumane brutality has begun.
Zhang Benyihan was beaten into a pulp several times, but he was still able to recover thanks to his innate abilities.
"How much mental power does this guy have?"
Han Feng pinched his chin and muttered.
To use your talents, you must have mental strength to support them.
Zhang Benyihan's mental power seems to be endless.
This is too weird!
"Brother, just throw this guy into the sea."
The blue electric mouse suggested.
“Not advisable.”
Han Feng shook his head.
With Zhang Benyihan's ability, he will definitely not die if thrown into the sea.
If you don't kill it, you won't get the reward.
How is this possible?
Han Feng thought for a moment and said loudly: "You three, step back."
Dilraba and the other two stopped and stepped aside.
Han Feng walked forward, grabbed Zhang Ben Yihan and threw him into the air, then shot out a swirling golden light.
Under the stranglehold of the golden vortex, Zhang Benyihan was torn into a bloody mist.
"Should I die this time?"
All the members stared at the blood mist with wide eyes.
Suddenly, the blood mist surged and merged rapidly as if it had life.
After a while, it condensed into the shape of a person.
"Can't even kill this?"
Everyone was stunned.
It just felt like I saw a ghost.
Han Feng frowned slightly, raised his hand and swung out a space cut.
With a crackling sound.
The blood mist that had just formed was split into two halves.
But the next second, the fusion began again.
Han Feng's eyes gradually narrowed, and he felt a little helpless.
After a moment of hesitation, he opened the elite group of god candidates and sent a message: Brothers, I have encountered a very difficult problem.
Bald Qiang was a little bit unbelievable: Can you still encounter difficult things?
How strong is Han Feng?
What could stump him?
Hei Gu: Han Feng, what's wrong?
Han Feng said slowly, "I met a player from another world. This guy has an extremely powerful self-healing talent, which is countless times stronger than the Lemon Rabbit's. Even if he is beaten into a bloody mist, he can still recover in a very short time."
Dou Di Bai Yuan: Is this true? There is such an exaggerated talent?
Black Bone: No matter how strong his self-healing talent is, it still consumes mental energy. Can't you just kill him a few more times?
Han Feng: That's the problem. This guy's mental power seems to be endless. There's nothing we can do to him.
Black Bone: Infinite mental power?
Gargamel: Even the spiritual power of the higher gods cannot be infinite.
Lin Zhiyuan: I think I know the reason.
Han Feng's eyes lit up: Lao Lin, what's the reason?
Lin Zhiyuan: Rumor has it there's a strange creature called a blood dish worm, possessing boundless spiritual power. If my guess is correct, the other party must have devoured a blood dish worm and fused with it, thus possessing this boundless spiritual power.
Han Feng was surprised: There are such magical insects?
Lin Zhiyuan: I also saw it in an ancient book. You need to research it yourself to see if this is the case.
Han Feng: If we find a blood dish worm, how can we kill it?
Lin Zhiyuan: This thing has only one weakness, it can be easily killed using poison.
Han Feng: Okay, I’ll look into it.
After closing the elite group, Han Feng turned his attention back to the blood mist.
According to Lin Zhiyuan, there is a blood dish worm hidden in the blood mist.
It’s just that the blood dish worm may be too small, or it may have the ability to hide.
Nothing can be seen by naked eye.
Han Feng thought for a moment, then put on his glare sunglasses.
The glare sunglasses have the ability to see through illusions, illusions and invisibility.
As long as there are blood dish insects in the blood mist, they will have nowhere to hide.
In an instant, the colors between the sky and the earth turned into monotonous black and white, but became clearer.
Han Feng stared at the blood mist in front of him.
In the sight, three worms like silk threads are constantly wriggling.
Every time he moved, a halo of light emanated from his body.
If nothing unexpected happens, these three silkworms are blood dish worms, and the halo emitted from them is the released mental power.
The blood mist absorbs spiritual power and can repair itself through its talent.
Han Feng stared at one of the nematodes and activated his insight talent to observe it.
Target: Blood dish worm.
Level: 50.
Attributes: Undetectable.
Talents: Perception, mental feedback.
"It's indeed a blood dish worm."
Han Feng muttered to himself, then spoke to one of the blood dish bugs, "Little bug, I want to discuss something with you."
The blood dish worm was quite surprised, "You can still communicate with me?"
Han Feng: "There is nothing in this world that I can't do."
Blood Dish Bug: "You are so boastful, it's really loud!"
The corners of Han Feng's mouth twitched involuntarily.
Being despised by a bug?
Blood Dish Worm: "What do you want from me?"
Han Feng coughed lightly and said, "Leave that blood mist."
Without the blood dish worm, Zhang Ben Yihan was like a fish on a chopping board, and could be manipulated at will.
The Blood Dish Worm immediately refused, "We are one with him. We rise and fall together. We will never leave."
Han Feng said calmly, "Can't I just help you find a new host?"
The blood dish worm looks a bit disgusting, but its abilities are extraordinary.
It would be a pity to kill him like this.
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