Bug Master In Doomsday

"At most half an hour!" Wang Mang frowned, feeling the full energy flowing in his body, and roughly made an estimate. If his body's mercury-like supernatural energy lacks the control of a powerful physical body, he will become uncontrollable. Control, once there is a movement, the energy in the veins will cut through his flesh and blood like a knife.

"Half an hour?" The smile on Baimei's face no longer existed, and the whole person became serious again. Half an hour was really shorter, but it was not impossible to lift the curse.

Thinking of this, he raised his head slightly and stared at Wang Mang's sharp eyes, "Master Wang Mang, half an hour of surgery is barely enough, but in such a short period of time, you may have to suffer several times more pain. !"

"It's okay!" Wang Mang smiled and waved his hand. As long as he can get rid of the curse, what if he hurts for half an hour? The big deal is to experience the extreme pain and want to live in Infinite Hell again!

"Then Wang Mang, you relax and lie down! I'm about to start the operation!" Baimei said, twisting a ten-inch silver needle with his right hand, holding a short finger of the blood horse with his left hand, and piercing the silver needle. At the root of the severed finger, he turned it lightly, with a trace of blood, and then quickly pierced Wang Mang's eyebrows!

In the same way, in just three seconds, seven silver needles instantly pierced Wang Mang's face and seven special acupuncture points on his shoulders. A fierce itching like an ant cheek began to erupt on his cheek.

"Huh!" Wang Mang gritted his teeth and couldn't help closing his eyes, itching! itch! itch! ! It's really itchy! Painful! !

The white eyebrows face was serious, and the movements under his hands kept turning away the thin quilt on Wang Mang's body. Silver needles were like stars in the night sky, and they stuck on Wang Mang's chest and abdomen without knowing the trajectory. Open, the violent pain of the torn muscles attacked from the chest and abdomen of the head!

"Om!" Strong legs are inevitably pierced with densely packed silver needles. The bursting blood vessels and veins look a bit infiltrating. The tight muscles are like hard stones that make the needles of the white eyebrows harder. Minute!

"Master Wang Mang, hold on! There are still the last three stitches!" Bai Mei screamed, and his right hand raised his five fingers together, and took out the only three long golden needles in the box!

A pinhead! A stitch of the heart! The last stitch is 16 inches long, and this stitch is also the most critical part of the procedure!

"Om!" With a clear buzzing sound, the long golden needle in Baimei's right hand sank into Wang Mang's dantian! In this short moment! Wang Mang's whole body was like mercury, and the solid and thick abilities immediately raged violently.

The thick veins began to knot and twist. Under the pressure of the silver needles, they wanted to form a cluster, but the dense silver needles, like stars, firmly restricted the trajectory of that violent energy.

"Ah!!!" Wang Mang resisted the various sharp pains deep into the bone marrow, itching, couldn't help opening his clenched teeth, and let out a wild beast-like roar.

"Master Wang Mang, hold on for another ten minutes, this curse will be broken!" Baimei stood up and put the bloodless, lifeless broken finger on a piece of soft white cloth. He looked at Wang Mang solemnly and frowned. On the brow, I can only say a word of encouragement!

He is the caster, and the pain caused by the spell cast is simply worse than death...but I only hope that Lord Wang Mang can survive this level.