Chapter 595 Broken Palm

“Ahem…”

Zhang Tianshi coughed lightly and broke the silence, "Since Senior Zhu Yan is willing to coexist peacefully with us, then that's naturally the best."

"good."

Xuan Lingzi also nodded, "Let the past be the past. Now that the mountains and seas have not been opened, and the spiritual energy has not been restored, we should still practice harmony."

Zhu Yan sneered: "You bull noses are much more sensible than before."

"Okay."

Ao Jiu said calmly, "Don't scare them."

Zhu Yan curled his lips, shrank his body into a little red-haired monkey, and jumped back onto Ao Jiu's shoulder.

Ao Jiu slapped it on the head in disgust and looked at the tomb deeply.

He could feel that there was a faint trace of dragon energy lingering deep in the earth's veins. That was the result of the First Emperor forcibly condensing the power of the dragon veins and infusing it into his body.

Now this dragon vein has been completely destroyed and it will be difficult to recover in a short period of time.

"Let's go."

He turned to the crowd and said, "Since the Heavenly Dao has intervened, there will be no more changes in the short term."

…

As the Qin Shi Huang Mausoleum incident came to an end, people began to leave Mount Li one after another.

On the way back, the international superpowers gathered in groups of three or four to discuss what they had just seen.

Smith, the leader of the Eagle Country, rubbed his shoulder which was hurt by the aftermath and whispered to his companions, "The ancient power of the East is too terrifying. We should stay away from these fights between gods in the future."

A certain Siamese sorcerer in white clothes frowned and kept fiddling with the beads in his hand.

This is Songta, the president of the Siam Black Magic Association.

He felt very uneasy.

They originally thought that the undead corpse king they secretly refined was powerful enough, but compared with the emperor who was about to be resurrected in front of them, it was nothing.

If this person is really resurrected, can they still achieve their goal of dominating Southeast Asia?

Songta's fingers turned faster and faster, and then suddenly stopped.

"hiss!"

The beads soaked in corpse oil suddenly burst, and the black corpse oil splashed on his palm, scalding him so much that he retracted his hand suddenly.

The psychics around him all looked sideways, and saw strange blood patterns appearing on his palms, which were the evil spirit left over from the Lishan Witch Clan's formation just now.

"Sonta, your hand!"

Smith frowned as he looked at the blood streak, which was spreading to his arm at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Songchai's face turned pale, and he quickly bit his tongue and spit a mouthful of blood into his palm: "It's the power of blood evil! This power is a hundred times more powerful than our Siamese corpse-raising technique!"

He suddenly remembered something and took out a small bronze jar from his waist, which was filled with magic oil made from the corpse of an infant.

"Fortunately, I brought the 'Blood Child Evil' with me, otherwise this evil spirit would have attacked my heart..."

Before he could finish his words, the small jar suddenly vibrated violently and a baby-like scream came from inside.

The next moment, the can exploded with a bang.

In an instant, a cloud of black and red mist gushed out.

The hideous face of a baby could be vaguely seen in the mist. It was the "Blood Child Evil" carefully crafted by Song Ta.

"No!"

Songta stepped back in horror, only to see the mist suddenly change direction and head towards the bloodstain on his palm!

"laugh!"

Like pouring cold water on a red-hot iron block, a harsh sound was made the moment the mist and blood veins came into contact.

Songta let out a shrill scream, and his entire right arm shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the flesh and blood under his skin had been sucked away by something.

"Help, help me!"

He staggered and reached out his hand to his companion.

The sorcerers behind him all took action, but it was still of no avail.

Songta pounced on Smith and others, scaring them so much that they retreated in a hurry and did not dare to get close at all.

Although they are people with super powers, they have not yet reached the point of rebirth of flesh and blood.

What if I get involved in this weird thing because of my meddling in other people's business? Who can I turn to for justice?

"It's the backlash of the witch clan's blood evil."

Zhang Tianshi frowned, waved the whisk in his hand, and several golden talismans flew towards the Song Pagoda.

The talisman was pasted on Songta's body, temporarily stopping the spread of the blood evil.

But soon, the talismans began to turn black and decay.

"Such a domineering evil spirit!"

Xuan Lingzi took a deep breath, "This is ten times more powerful than our Maoshan's 'Five Poisonous Evils'!"

Songta looked at everyone in despair, gritted his teeth, pulled out the knife from his companion's waist, and chopped him down!

“Crack!”

The blade fell with a dull sound, and Songta's right arm was broken off at the root!

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his white clothes red.

He staggered back, his face pale as paper.

But the blood evil was finally stopped from spreading and a life was saved.

"Quick! Stop the bleeding!"

A fellow sorcerer hurriedly tore off his clothes and wrapped them around Songta's broken arm.

As soon as the cloth strip touched the wound, it was immediately stained dark red, and tiny blood threads could be vaguely seen wriggling under the cloth.

Smith and other Western psychics retreated further away, their eyes filled with fear.

They themselves are all people with special abilities and have seen countless supernatural phenomena, but the scene before them still makes them shudder.

The severed arm was twitching slightly on the ground, its fingers bent like claws, as if trying to crawl back to its owner.

“Take it!”

Songta shouted, his lips pale from blood loss, "Use the Demon Sealing Altar!"

The sorcerers hurriedly took out a small bronze altar from their bags, the body of which was engraved with twisted runes.

When they clamped the broken arm with special bone clamps, the broken arm suddenly struggled violently, opened its five fingers, and fiercely grabbed the wrist of a sorcerer.

"ah!"

The sorcerer screamed, and his wrist shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flesh and blood under his skin seemed to be sucked away by an invisible substance.

His companion next to him acted decisively and cut off his palm with a knife.

The two broken limbs twisted on the ground like fish out of water.

Eventually, they were forced into the Demon Sealing Altar.

The moment the lid of the jar was closed, there was a "dong dong" sound coming from inside, as if something was waking up.

Zhang Tianshi frowned, waved the whisk in his hand, and three golden talismans flew towards the Demon Sealing Altar and stuck to the altar.

"This thing is dangerous, don't open it lightly."

He said in a deep voice, "The power of the blood evil has already become spiritual. If we allow it to grow, the consequences will be disastrous."

"Thank you for your guidance, Taoist."

Songta forced a smile, but a sinister look flashed in his eyes, "We Siamese sorcerers have our own way of dealing with it."

Xuan Lingzi snorted coldly: "I hope so. If this thing causes a disaster, the law of heaven will come and the retribution will come."

Songta said no more and staggered away with the help of his companions.

…

At the same time, at the foot of Mount Li, several necromancers from Eastern Europe gathered together and talked in low voices.

Their leader was a pale-faced man with scarlet eyes named Victor.

He licked the corner of his mouth slowly, with greed flashing in his eyes:

"Did you see that? The body of Ying Zheng is still intact after more than 2,000 years!"

"Legend has it that the first emperor of the Dragon Kingdom took the elixir of immortality to maintain his physical immortality."

"If we can find his body, even just a strand of his hair or a drop of his blood, we can extract the true secret of immortality!"

Upon hearing this, the necromancers beside him also had flames burning in their eyes.