The bronze bell was destroyed, and the zombies around it became shriveled like balloons with the air leaking out.
Xiao Zhao, who dared not to breathe, finally relaxed a little when he saw that Zhu Mo was not only safe and sound, but also broke the bronze bell into pieces.
Qi Wei stood up and took off his green Taoist robe.
With his hands clasped together, the corners of his mouth turned up: "Master Han, Young Master. I have reserved the bodies of both of you first."
"I will take your spirits and become the strongest person in the world."
Qi Wei's body was suddenly covered in blood. The enormous power made him look extremely terrifying. Streams of blood gushed out of his body, covering his entire body.
The terrifying atmosphere spread, making everyone feel suffocated.
The blood energy in Qi Wei's body slowly condensed into the shape of several human heads. As Qi Wei continued to wave his hands, these heads gradually solidified.
The head formed from blood and energy had a ferocious expression and emitted a low and angry roar from its mouth.
Xiao Zhao pointed at Qi Wei and stepped back repeatedly, trembling all over. He tripped over a branch after taking a few steps back and sat on the ground, mumbling, "This is... the Blood Son Spiritual Technique!"
"Blood spirit?" Zhu Mo was stunned by Qi Wei's current appearance. He came to his senses after hearing Xiao Zhao's words.
"Absolutely...but Qi Wei's move is different from the Blood Son Spirit Technique I know."
Xiao Zhao's face was full of horror: "Normally, that move is practiced with chicken blood, but the blood on Qi Wei's body is human..."
“You smelled it?”
"No! Because I saw my fourth senior brother. The nine heads transformed by the Blood Son Spirit Technique should be evil ghosts, but the nine heads surrounding him are obviously nine different human heads."
Xiao Zhao's face was full of disbelief, and fear completely occupied his entire face.
"Did you kill Fourth Senior Brother?" Xiao Zhao's lips trembled. He just hoped that Qi Wei would deny it.
Qi Wei nodded and said nonchalantly, "Yes, it happened a long time ago. It took me a lot of effort to kill my brother."
"When he died, he was still yelling about that old man Liu Hui... It makes me irritated just thinking about it." Qi Wei picked his ears with disgust on his face.
He knew Qi Wei was strong, but he never expected him to be so strong.
Fourth Senior Brother is considered one of the best masters in the whole world. In the entire Qingyu Temple, only the eldest senior brother and the master can possibly defeat him.
Such a top master actually died at the hands of Qi Wei?
How can we defeat such a terrifying monster?
"Then let you and Senior Brother catch up first."
A head formed by blood and energy on Qi Wei's body flew towards Xiao Zhao under his control. The facial features were twisted together, looking extremely hideous and terrifying.
Looking at the approaching head, Xiao Zhao was suddenly frightened and retreated at a loss.
Seeing that Xiao Zhao was about to be torn into pieces by the head, Zhu Mo released his claws to block the attack.
"You don't want to die? What do you know about this evil magic?"
We can’t let Xiao Zhao die early now, as he knows nothing about Qi Wei’s evil magic.
If one of the nine heads with different appearances belongs to Xiao Zhao's fourth senior brother, then the other eight would probably not have been ordinary people when they were alive.
Xiao Zhao was pulled out of his shock by Zhu Mo. He wiped the sweat off his face and said, "I don't know much... I guess Qi Wei is the only one in the world who knows this technique."
Even Xiao Zhao doesn’t know clearly, so I can only rely on myself.
Even if you use the villain's eyes to look at this guy, there is not much information, only a few lines of basic information of little value.
"Hey, I won't give you time to think." Qi Wei reminded sternly.
The two heads and eyes wrapped around his body emitted terrifying light and flew towards Zhu Mo and Xiao Zhao.
When Han Ningchu saw this, he punched one of the heads.
The head was smashed into pieces, and a ball of blood floated in the air, but it did not disappear at all, but slowly condensed.
Almost instantly the head returned to its original shape, its face even more ferocious than before, as if expressing its anger.
It opened its mouth wide towards Han Ningchu, and lines of dark green liquid emanated from its mouth.
The agile Han Ningchu quickly dodged, her brows slightly frowned under her helmet.
This condensed head can actually release martial arts.
Looking at the dark green liquid spilled on the ground, it quickly spread around making a hissing sound, and soon the ground sank into a large area.
Qi Wei bared his teeth and laughed: "Be careful, this is the head of the number one poison master in Huangzhuang, Tanzhou. Even a god would fall down if he touched that thing."
"When I entered Huangzhuang, I deliberately killed this guy first."
The expression on the other flying head was not as ferocious, but rather a sad face.
I don’t know what happened to him when he was alive, but he is like this after death.
"Young Master, I recognize this head. Be careful of his eyes, or you'll have hallucinations if you look at them."
Xiao Zhao recognized the head's former owner.
A good friend of the master, a saint who has mastered the mysterious eye technique of the folks.
According to the master, whenever his eyes met someone's, he would fall into a long illusion. If he could not get out of the illusion, he would stay in it for the rest of his life.
However, this eye technique has a shortcoming. The time in the illusion is different from the real time. One day in the illusion is approximately equal to one minute in the real world.
Therefore, as long as your heart is strong enough, you still have a chance to walk out of the illusion.
It’s a pity that Xiao Zhao’s reminder came too late.
Zhu Mo's eyes have met the eyes of the human head.
There was a sudden darkness in front of his eyes, and then a bright light shone from a distance, blinding Zhu Mo and making it impossible for him to open his eyes.
And there seemed to be a rustling sound in my ears.
"Oh, my son is here? No! It should be said that the guy who occupies my son's body..."
The voice that Zhu Mo felt extremely familiar rang out, and Zhu Mo was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.
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