But he could not bear to die in obscurity in a prison cell, and to be killed by the evil spirit that he had previously ignored.
Why did he practice martial arts? Why did he strive to reach Grandmaster level? Why didn't he accept offers from aristocratic families or sects? He simply wanted to blaze a different trail, to become famous, to stand out from the crowd.
But this path now is definitely not what he wants.
He struggled violently, and the energy and blood in his body tried to gather into a ball to drive out the evil spirits.
With his energy and blood, even if he had been beaten half to a pulp today, as long as his energy and blood were condensed a little and the masculine energy bloomed in his heart, the evil spirits would be directly expelled from his body and would not be able to harm him.
However, the qi and blood that could be mobilized in the past with just a thought are now extremely difficult to mobilize.
In particular, this evil spirit seemed to have intelligence. It landed on his chest, the key point where his qi and blood gathered, making it impossible for his qi and blood to gather into a ball. Every time it tried to gather, it would be dispersed.
As he approached death, Hong Ji's mind began to race.
"Who is it? Who wants to kill me?"
He had already realized that someone wanted to kill him.
This evil spirit is different from the previous monsters that have no intelligence and only the desire to kill. It has corresponding rules.
He was even quite familiar with the circulation of qi and blood of warriors, and the key parts of the circulation of qi and blood were scattered by this evil spirit.
Even this evil spirit was still mobilizing the remaining internal energy in his body, making him mobilize the remaining internal energy according to some of the key points of the Heavenly Demon Bloodthirsty Sword Technique.
After sensing this scene, Blood Knife Hongji's body trembled violently, with blood gushing out from his scapula, the corners of his mouth, and the corners of his eyes.
For a moment, he looked like a devil, with a hideous face, but Xue Daohun didn't care. All his energy was focused on fighting against the evil spirit.
Although his face was distorted, his body surface still began to show a little bit of blood-red smoothness, which was the blood-colored energy being mobilized.
In the past, every time this round of blood-colored energy was mobilized, the Blood Sword would feel excited, because it meant that he was about to defeat the enemy, devour the energy and blood of others, and replenish himself.
But this time, he could not be happy, and even felt boundless fear in his heart, because this time, the target of the罡气 that could devour other people's essence, energy and blood was not aimed at others, but at himself.
He knew the effects of this best, and therefore feared this kind of death the most.
"No……"
In his violent struggle, he roared, but the words he wanted to say could only become unclear words when he spoke, like the meaningless murmurs of a dying person.
"Are you going to die?"
When I was most desperate, a whisper suddenly sounded in my ears.
ps: I had too many things to do yesterday. I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow. I didn’t wake up until noon the next day. I’m really sorry.
I will try my best to make up for the missed updates later.
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