Facing Zhu Mo standing in front of him with a sword in his hand, Qi Wei's temples were already wet with sweat.
His current aura was truly terrifying, and a sense of fear that he had never felt before inexplicably rose in his heart.
Qi Wei had never felt this kind of feeling before.
No matter whether it was his fourth senior brother who was as strong as him, or when he slaughtered the people of Huangzhuang in Danzhou alone, he never felt fear.
But, along with this fear comes...excitement.
A strong fighting spirit surged in my heart, as if it was about to burst out of my chest at any time.
This feeling was wonderful, and Qi Wei even enjoyed it a little.
The desire to kill Zhu Mo and protect his soul forever became stronger and stronger.
He now felt that the sealed soul and the remaining soul were too weak. Even if they were added together, they were not as attractive as Zhu Mo's soul alone.
The slightly pale lips opened slightly, and a creepy laugh came out from inside.
Qi Wei's deep voice came out: "Young Master, take a closer look, how many fingers do I have?"
At this moment, the bone first emerged from Qi Wei's severed finger, and then flesh and blood slowly formed a new finger.
Even Zhu Mo widened his eyes in shock at the scene before him.
Xiao Zhao was so stunned that he covered his mouth, as if he couldn't believe such an unbelievable scene.
This is not healing, this is regeneration.
There are indeed records of regeneration techniques in Qingyu Temple, but those who know this technique are all great figures who will become immortals in the future.
Even people as accomplished as the master and the ancestors could not learn this technique, but Qi Wei, who had gone astray, was able to learn it.
How could there be such a ridiculous thing in the world?
The coffins of the many predecessors in Qingyu Temple are almost unable to hold it down. After knowing this, it is estimated that there will inevitably be a few Taoist friends who are not virtuous enough and are eager for quick success and want to take the initiative to embark on the evil path.
"Okay, then you have to let me take a closer look."
He flew towards Qi Wei with a green knife in one hand and chopped him down with great force.
Qi Wei wanted to dodge, but was surprised to find that facing Zhu Mo, his legs felt like they were filled with lead and he could not move at all. He could only watch the long sword fall.
Collapse collapse...
“Uhhh… cough…”
Bright red blood splattered everywhere, Qi Wei groaned in pain, and blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth.
The piercing pain made his internal organs feel like they were breaking apart.
Unable to dodge, he had to use his arms to block the knife. One arm was chopped off and fell to the ground, and the remaining arm had a white bone visible in the blood.
The ground beneath his feet cracked into several huge stones under the powerful impact, and small gravel splashed in all directions, like drizzling rain all over the sky.
Qi Wei's face, which had already turned pale due to the magic, became even paler. He bared his teeth with difficulty, revealing two rows of blood-stained teeth: "Your pound...it still hurts."
Zhu Mo chuckled, raised the green knife in his hand and chopped towards Qi Wei's neck: "Bear it for a while, there will be more painful ones."
The sound of a long knife cutting through the air was heard, and in Qi Wei's ears it was like a guillotine falling to claim his life.
He couldn't help but shiver, and the hairs on his body stood up.
He twisted his remaining hand and shouted in a deep voice, "Switch!"
Qi Wei's loud roar echoed throughout the forest, and time seemed to stand still.
Everyone paused for a moment, including Zhu Mo.
When he came to his senses, he saw a headless corpse on the ground.
only...
The body was wearing a yellow coat and dark green overalls.
This outfit doesn't look like Qi Wei's.
Zhu Mo frowned slightly. He vaguely remembered seeing this man underground not long ago.
He turned his head suddenly and saw Qi Wei, who was sweating profusely.
Sure enough, the corpse underground was one of Zhu Qing's saints.
When I saw the strange symbol on his hand, I guessed that this must have been something Qi Wei did in advance.
Qi Wei survived the ordeal. His pale face was covered with sweat. His lips trembled twice. "You are amazing, young master. You forced out all my life-saving techniques."
"I never thought...I was in such a mess that you forced me to use this trick." Qi Wei gritted his teeth, his heart bleeding.
He just used the life-changing technique.
Compared to other magic, this is the magic that he spent half his life painstakingly researching.
Even if the gods wanted to kill him, he could rely on this magic to escape. Unexpectedly, this hidden life-saving skill was forced out by the kid Zhu Mo.
Glancing at Zhu Qing who had not yet made a move with a complaining look, Qi Wei's facial muscles trembled uncontrollably: "But..."
"I got your blood too~"
Qi Wei smiled again, looking at the blood on his fingertips and continued: "As long as I get a portion of your blood..."
After a while, Zhu Mo felt a burning pain in his little finger.
No one knew when Qi Wei cut his little finger.
But there was no emotion on Zhu Mo's face, and he didn't show any fear at all.
Qi Wei snorted coldly, tore off his finger and threw it on the ground, looking at Zhu Mo with a wicked smile.
The image of Zhu Mo rolling on the ground in pain had already appeared in his mind.
Zhu Mo's face remained calm and composed.
...
"What's going on? How come you're not hurt at all..."
Qi Wei incredibly smeared the remaining red and black blood on another finger and continued to tear the finger off.
However, Zhu Mo still did not react.
There was a big look of confusion on Qi Wei's ugly face.
Zhu Mo was secretly happy in his heart. He didn't expect that he would only need to spend a little of his physical strength to become completely immune to Qi Wei's strongest move.
He had long since replaced all his blood with the blood of the devil.
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