Chapter 842 How Long Will the Missile Fly

Holding Shi Ying, Li Yong asked doubtfully, "How do you inhale? Can acupuncture be used?"

Seeing Xiao Jinlong pretending to be contemplative, he doesn't know when he will be able to come up with a solution. Li Yong immediately took out the silver needle and began to extract the ghost king's poison from the patient's body with the silver needle.

As a result, he found that the ghost king's poison was far more powerful than the zombie's poison, and his silver needle could not be extracted at all.

Whenever the ghost king's poison gathers around the silver needle, the spirit liquid in the silver needle will be consumed quickly, and the silver needle also shows signs of melting, so it cannot bear the power of the ghost king's poison at all.

"Can't bear it?" Li Yong took out Shi Ying again, thinking that Shi Ying should be able to withstand the poison of the ghost king. It's just that the release shadow is too large, and when piercing the acupoints, it will also destroy the acupoints, and the acupuncture technique cannot be used.

"Xiaoyong, forget it! They may have already been doomed to die." Yang Changkong observed for a while, but did not see any changes in the wound. The black blood filled the entire basement with a disgusting smell. Several doctors couldn't bear it and vomited, which was really unbearable.

He sighed heavily: "Even Shiying doesn't work, I can't imagine that the ghost king's poison is so powerful."

"Hurry up and take this person away, lest more people will be infected with the ghost king's poison."

Li Yong stopped suddenly: "Let me try again."

He stabbed Shi Ying's dagger into the man's shoulder again, and at the same time activated the resurrection formula, using acupuncture, using Shi Ying as a silver needle, and urged the psychic liquid into Shi Ying to absorb the body of the man. The poison of the ghost king.

A shocking scene happened at this moment.

Yang Changkong's eyes suddenly widened, showing an incredulous expression.

Bao Yu also opened her small mouth, her shocked expression froze on her pretty face.

There are also those medical hospitals. Although they wear masks to cover their facial expressions, their eyes are all wide open, as if everyone is competing to see whose eyes are wider.

Yang Changkong was the first to come to his senses, and he said excitedly, "I never thought that Shi Ying would be so miraculous. Now, everyone is saved. Great, finally saved."

Li Yong remained silent, but carefully perceived the wonder of Shiying's dagger.

He found that as soon as his spiritual liquid entered the Shiying dagger, the Shiying dagger had a wonderful reaction with him.

He saw Shi Ying immediately burst into black light,

It seems to have spirituality, trembling with excitement.

Then, Shi Ying was not under his control, and stabbed into the dying man's shoulder voluntarily. The blood of this man gradually changed from black to purple, then from purple to red, and became redder and redder, and finally returned to normal. bright red color.

The disgusting smell also became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared.

In just one minute, the man suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

Li Yong looked through his body and found that the loss of his soul power had stopped, and his body was fine except for a little weakness. It is estimated that after practicing for a few days, when the spirit recovers, he will still be a healthy person.

"Successful." He was overjoyed for a while, and then he pulled out Shi Ying and ordered the medical staff to bandage the man's wound.

"Junior Brother, you... well done, Master really didn't misunderstand you, you are definitely a good sect master of our Nanshan Gate once in a thousand years, hahaha..." Yang Changkong laughed excitedly, and his tears were laughed come out.

"I think I can cure all of these people's ghost king's poison." Li Yong cheered up.

Then, he passed through the iron gate and walked in; holding the shadow release dagger that was constantly emitting black light, he stabbed those who had been poisoned by the ghost king one by one.

Behind him, followed by a large group of medical staff, helping those who were stabbed by him to bandage the wounds.

Yang Changkong and Bao Yu also followed. Seeing that there were not enough medical staff, they also began to bandage the wound.

More than 300 people were all treated once, and it took more than five hours.

When Li Yong undid the ghost king's poison of the last person, it was already midnight.

At this time, Yang Changkong had already reported to the leader, and the leader had made the final arrangements.

After Li Yong healed the last person, he immediately said: "We are going to use a missile to blow up the Ghost King to death. The civilians over there have been evacuated. Let's rush over now and make final preparations."

Li Yong took a breath: "I haven't eaten yet?"

"There are military dry rations on the plane. Let's eat as we go." Yang Changkong smiled happily.

Therefore, Li Yong followed Yang Changkong in a helicopter and flew back to Zhonghai City.

In an old abandoned factory building on the outskirts of Zhonghai City, hundreds of heavily armed special forces surrounded them.

Submachine guns, sniper rifles, heavy machine guns, bazookas, armored vehicles and tanks, you name it.

More than ten kilometers away, there is another missile launch vehicle, and three missiles are all aimed at it.

Yang Changkong walked down the plane, stood on a high slope, took a military binoculars, and looked into the dilapidated factory building, but saw nothing. Because Sima Bing hid in the factory building, he didn't show the slightest figure.

"What should we do? The factory area is so big, where should the missile be shot?" Yang Changkong hesitated.

Li Yong opened his perspective eyes, his eyes penetrated the abandoned roofs and mottled walls, and immediately saw Sima Bing sitting cross-legged in a factory building to the north. There was a big bed in the factory building, and there were several quilts on the big bed .

The underside of the quilt was bulging, as if several people were asleep, Li Yong saw inside the quilt, and suddenly clenched his fists.

Because there were piles of white bones inside, Sima Bing sat on top of the white bones.

The huge skull floated above his head, extracting the souls of those under his control to heal Sima Bing. Sima Bing's body was gradually growing from his twelve-year-old appearance.

At this time, Sima Bing was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his injuries were almost healed, only the broken arm did not grow back. He seems to be disabled from now on.

At this time, Sima Bing suddenly opened his eyes, and his bright pupils were filled with black souls.

He stood up suddenly, and said fiercely: "Li Yong, I must kill you."

Then, his mood returned to normal, and he muttered to himself in great distress: "If it weren't for the distance between here and the capital, I would have almost recovered. The power of the souls of those people, because of the distance, was too far away. It's getting harder and harder. What's going on? Are they all dead already?"

"A group of useless humans, trash, slaves, I will kill you all sooner or later. I want to turn this planet into a paradise for ghosts and grandchildren. Everything here will be mine..."

"The power of the soul, gather here."

"What's going on? Why can't I sense the power of my soul..."

Seeing that Yang Changkong was still hesitating, Li Yong hurriedly pointed to the north and said, "Senior brother, it's over there, under the chimney."

Yang Changkong raised his binoculars again and looked over carefully: "Are you sure?"

"Sure." Li Yong affirmed.

"How do you know that the ghost king is over there?" Yang Changkong asked again because the matter was of great importance.

"I can..." Li Yong hesitated, and almost revealed the secret of the clairvoyant eye. He thought for a while, and changed his words: "After fighting with Sima Bing, I remembered his aura. At this time, his aura is in the chimney there."

At this time, Li Yong found that Sima Bing had stood up, as if he was about to leave here. He was anxious, and immediately urged: "Brother, act now, we can't wait any longer."

"Okay!" Yang Changkong finally made up his mind, picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered: "Tell them to retreat."

After receiving the order, hundreds of special forces evacuated in an orderly manner.

Li Yong was stunned for a moment, unexpectedly retreating? This is also... a waste of time!

Did he think the missile would be launched directly?

Thinking about it, I really have to wait until these people retreat, because they are too close to the factory area.

Yang Changkong was going to blow up the ghost king, so it's impossible to blow up his own army too!

This... It will take at least half an hour to evacuate the hundreds of special forces surrounding the dilapidated factory area!

It's impossible for Sima Bing to do nothing during these half an hour!

Li Yong was a little uneasy, and continued to see through the past, observing Sima Bing's every move. Fortunately, Sima Bing was just walking around in the factory building, as if he was thinking about something, and didn't come out immediately. Li Yong urged again: "Brother, hurry up, we can't wait too long, Sima Bing may come out at any time."

Yang Changkong also became anxious, because as soon as the Sima soldiers came out, the special forces had to stop them. In this case, there would be casualties; moreover, the missiles had to be re-locked, and everything had to be rearranged.

After thinking for a while, he urged the special forces: "Quick, within five minutes, all evacuate."

The speed of action of the special forces was really unbelievable. Carrying all kinds of weapons and equipment, they retreated as if charging into battle, and soon left the factory area. Facing the walkie-talkie, Yang Changkong ordered, "Get ready to launch."

Damn, but also ready to launch? Can't it be launched directly?

Seeing that Sima Bing was already walking towards the exit, and the skull followed him closely, as if he was about to fly to another place with him, Li Yong couldn't wait any longer, and urged loudly: "Senior brother, hurry up!"

Yang Changkong was unmoved, and only when he watched the last special soldier retreat beyond the safety line, he turned to the walkie-talkie and ordered in a deep voice: "Launch."

Li Yong heaved a sigh of relief, but fortunately Sima Bing had to open a door, so he wasted a little time and hadn't left yet.

But, but, what about missiles? Why haven't you flown over yet? Why hasn't it exploded yet?

It won't shoot anywhere else!

"Brother, what's the matter? How long will the missile fly?" Li Yong was a little angry, it was too slow.

Whether it is on TV or in movies, the speed of missiles is very fast. Generally, when one side is ignited, the other side explodes immediately, and the explosion is extremely heroic and beautiful.

But at this time, the order has been issued for a long time, why is there no response at all?