Chapter 190 Final Battle (12)
“What is that?! What is that!” The spellcasters who originally planned to surround Qian Xiaoyi were frightened. They could only see the shadow in the mist. , a black shadow with teeth and claws was constantly approaching them. At this moment, the identities of prey and hunter were reversed.
——They became prey.
“Ahhhhhh!”
Tentacle-like black hair stretched out from the thick fog and wrapped around the foot of a magician, and pulled hard , dragging him into the thick fog, the screams also disappeared, and then stopped abruptly.
"Run! Run away!" The remaining conjurers ran away like crazy towards the depths of the woods.
"Zhitian! What on earth is Zhitian doing!" A fat man from the Mediterranean shouted: "What kind of monster is that? Could it be that this ritual has awakened something terrible? "
Another tall conjurer shouted: "We can't be caught by that kind of thing! Let's run separately! As long as we can escape from the station we arrived at, we can escape from here. Get out of this hellish place alive!"
"Run away, the more afraid you are, the stronger the power I can borrow..." At this time, Qian Xiaoyi's eyes turned completely black. At this moment, Endless resentment was raging in his mind, and those things kept telling him that he must kill those people in pain, die, die, die...
The expression on Qian Xiaoyi's face He is getting more and more crazy, but the words he talks to himself are extremely calm. It is like he has a split personality. There are two different consciousnesses in his mind, just like the id and superego in psychology. The id is as crazy as a beast, controlling the actions of the body, while the superego calmly observes itself from an objective perspective and controls the overall situation.
"The resentment gathered through the cracked girl is really terrifying. We have to deal with these guys quickly..." Qian Xiaoyi murmured. He grinned, smiled and waved, and a man in red appeared behind him. The translucent shadow of a woman, with her long black hair that stretched endlessly like a tide, dragged a spellcaster in front of her who had no time to escape.
The conjurer saw Qian Xiaoyi's face in horror and shouted: "What kind of monster are you!"
Thinking about being able to kill the guy in front of him right away, he felt ecstatic Slowly rising from Qian Xiaoyi's heart, he used crazy With a smiling expression and a calm tone, he said: "Why do you care so much? You will be a useless person in the future anyway."
The long black hair squirmed like a worm and came to the head of the conjurer. , and got in along his seven orifices.
"Please... don't kill... me..." There was a look of despair in the eyes of the conjurer.
"Don't worry." Qian Xiaoyi looked at the conjurer with dark eyes and said: "Although you scum deserved their death, I have no intention of being targeted by the police. Killing so many people at once is not a small matter... But Death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be escaped. I am not a judge, so let the judgment be left to those people or spirits you have harmed before. "
< br>Countless black energy seeped out from the pores of the conjurer. This black energy condensed into the shadow of a human face, and roared silently at him. Then, the shadows opened their mouths, The bite bit the conjurer's body, causing him to scream repeatedly. In the end, his whole body was torn into pieces by the phantoms that kept appearing, and turned into a pool of black pus. "Ha, you deserve it." Qian Xiaoyi laughed and gloated. Those shadows were the resentment of spirits or people that this person had hurt before with spells. If you kill others by that method, the caster will also be contaminated with a trace of residual thoughts.
Classical schools generally attribute this kind of thing to "karma", so even if they face weak evil spirits, spiritual exterminators with systematic inheritance will not directly kill them all. , but will try to weaken it and then resolve its grievances through salvation.
But these guys who play evil arts and curses have no such argument at all. It should be said that they will deliberately kill those spirits in order to increase their "karma". way to increase your power to curse others. These powers are like a double-edged sword, which is very convenient when dealing with others, but sometimes it can also hurt yourself.
Qian Xiaoyi took advantage of this and used the power of the cracked girl to detonate the resentment accumulated in them. The more "karma" they have, the greater the backlash they will suffer. Even if they are industry insiders and have some protection Measures may not lead to death, but the spirit will be greatly damaged, and the patient may become mentally ill or an idiot at worst, or become a vegetative state at worst.
“Next, it’s you.” Qian Xiaoyi looked in a certain direction of the fog, his figure was like a TV screen with poor signal, “Zila” flashed for a moment and then disappeared. In situ.
Somewhere in the fog, the chubby conjurer was holding his knees and panting. Finally he couldn't run anymore. He looked back in horror at the direction he came from, trying his best to search for any movement in that direction. But now there was no sound around except his heavy breathing.
“Ouch!”
He retched a bit, maybe because he had not exercised for a long time, and suddenly running like this made him feel a little nauseous. He held on to a tree, opened his mouth and vomited on the ground again. This time, his throat felt a little itchy, as if there was something there, so he put his fat fingers into his throat and pulled out a strand. black hair.
"This is..." He opened his eyes wide in horror. Suddenly, his belly bulged, as if something sharp was pushing against his belly and trying to come out. In the severe pain, he watched helplessly. His stomach was cut open with a pair of scissors from the inside, and a person emerged from it.
“I found you.” Qian Xiaoyi turned his head 180 degrees and grinned at him.
Then, more things began to squirm under his skin, as if countless souls wanted to be taken out of his body. The desperate faces reminded him of the times he had hurt. Those people shouted their names and asked for their lives.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Such screams can be heard in the woods, and they will sound almost every once in a while. The number of incoming spellcasters was constantly decreasing, and those sounds made Zhidian irritated.
Now, the curse spirits he carries surround him, like a well-trained army, gradually killing all the wild evil spirits. These are evil spirits he carefully cultivated, not ordinary spirits. He can't be killed so easily if he can rival him!
“Do you think you can kill me like this?” Zhidian Zhuangruo yelled like a madman: “You actually want to use evil spirits to kill me? Are you looking down on me! Get out, Qian Xiaoyi ! I know you are watching my joke! If you don’t come out... I will kill everyone around you! ”
(End of this chapter)