Chapter 420 Talking to Evil Spirits
Wu Xiaode opened his mouth and said in an eerie tone:
"Mortal, you——"
Boom.
A heavy blow.
He beat himself up until he was lying on the ground, spitting acid foam from his mouth.
The tone changed.
Wu Xiaode's voice came out:
"Stop talking nonsense, I just asked you why you want to destroy this world."
A strange tone sounded: "You are not qualified to ask me anything. On the contrary, I can see your desperate look right away."
He raised a hand again.
The flames of destruction burst out from the hands——
Boom!
His other hand hit his chest hard again, so hard that his whole body shook and he almost jumped.
The flame went out immediately.
"Damn it! I didn't come to this world to endure torture!"
He couldn't help but scream in a weird tone.
He opened his mouth again and said in Wu Xiaode's tone:
"You can't go back now. I advise you to answer my words carefully, so that maybe we can coexist peacefully."
The strange voice suddenly roared: "I, the king of evil spirits among evil and chaos, want to answer the words of a mere mortal like you? Who do you think you are!"
Snap.
The hand slapped it.
My face is burning and hurt——
This kind of mortal pain and insult caused Evilling to suddenly fall into a rage.
"You can only control one hand, hehehe, watch me cut you off!"
Its other hand suddenly shot out a cold light.
The hand belonging to Wu Xiaode was immediately cut off and fell to the ground.
"Hahahahaha!"
He laughed loudly, sealed the wound, and jumped up and down in the small room.
After jumping for a while, he squatted down again, looked at the arm on the ground, and whispered:
"You can't hit me now, damn boy."
Snap.
A slap came over, hitting her face hard.
He was stunned on the spot.
He slowly raised his only remaining arm and raised his middle finger.
Wu Xiaode's voice then sounded:
"I can control one arm - the meaning of this sentence is - even if there is only one arm left, it is mine, and you don't have it."
Make a fist with your palms.
Uppercut, lower uppercut, swing, jab——
Beat continuously for one minute.
Boom.
Wu Xiaode fell to the ground, breathing heavily.
Heart-wrenching pain all over my body.
He looked at the broken arm——
The only hand became the opponent's, and it spanked him for so long.
...Might as well take this arm back.
This way at least I have one arm to use.
He turned over, rolled over, let the incision of the severed arm be reattached to the arm, and whispered in his mouth;
"Broken wounds heal."
The arms grew back.
Not even blood came out.
"Boy, what do you want?" it shouted.
"I asked you why you want to kill all living beings in this world - I have asked you once just now. This is the second time. If you ask me again for the third time, I will stab you with my sword." Wu Xiaode said.
"You? Dare to stab yourself with a sword?" the evil spirit sneered.
Clang!
The desolate sword at the waist flew out of the scabbard, and was caught skillfully and freely by Wu Xiaode's other hand, and stabbed into the chest with a "pop" sound.
The whole process went smoothly, as if it had been done countless times before.
——No hesitation at all!
The expression on Wu Xiaode's face was dull for a few seconds.
"Ahhhhhhhh! It hurts!"
He fell to the ground and howled loudly.
How long has it been since you suffered such severe pain?
He is the king of evil spirits, and he is a first-class existence even in the spirit world. In the past, anyone who dared to look at him again would be killed by him.
Unexpectedly, in this world, someone could stab himself with a sword like this!
Damn it!
Damn it! ! !
It kept moaning, and suddenly found that its body began to gradually become colder, and a suffocating feeling emerged.
die.
Dying!
The evil spirit couldn't bear it anymore.
He died tens of millions of years ago. Could it be that now that he has just returned to the human world, he has to endure the feeling of death again?
The pain is getting worse and worse.
Consciousness begins to blur.
No more...
It suddenly opened its mouth and spit out a halo of warm air, covering itself.
Waited for a while.
The wound begins to heal.
The pain is still strong.
That was the stronger pain it produced when it rubbed its flesh and blood when it held the sword with the hand it controlled and slowly pulled it out.
"Hell...hell..."
The evil spirit cursed and threw the desolate sword to the ground with a clang.
A few breaths have passed.
The healing spell disappears.
Wu Xiaode opened his eyes and sat up from the ground.
He suddenly said:
"I have a problem."
In the Book of the Dead, the Human Emperor saw that it was Wu Xiaode who asked the question and said:
"What's the problem?"
"Now this evil spirit is attached to me. If I die, my soul will naturally go to the world of death - what about it? What will be its fate?" Wu Xiaode asked.
The Human Emperor answered:
"Whether it is an evil spirit or a heroic spirit, it is already dead. If it dies again in the human world or in the body of a living being, it will completely disappear."
"That's it." Wu Xiaode said.
No wonder it just released a healing spell to heal the body.
It turns out it can't afford to die.
Wu Xiaode raised his own hand——
Snap.
He patted his face lightly this time.
"Tell me about the question I just asked."
"Hmph...mortal, all you can do is to torture yourself and make me feel the pain. I am the king of evil spirits, how can I do it because of these trivial things - ah!"
It suddenly screamed loudly.
——Because Wu Xiaode grabbed the Huangjian again and stabbed his own chest with the sword!
This time, he nailed himself directly to the ground!
He spat out a mouthful of blood and said with a smile: "You don't have to answer my question, it doesn't matter at all, but I guess-"
He grabbed the hilt of the sword and began to dissect it upward.
The cold edge of the long sword simultaneously cut through the stone slabs on the ground, Wu Xiaode's back, muscles, bones, blood vessels and internal organs.
He went directly into a dying state!
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
The evil spirit erupted into a piercing howl.
Even when I was alive, I had never suffered such pain!
The long sword did not stop and continued to move at a slow speed.
——From chest to head.
"I guess no matter how strong your healing technique is, it will be useless after I cut my head open."
Wu Xiaode spit out a mouthful of blood and said calmly.
The evil spirit gasped, screamed, and suddenly used the hand it could control to snatch the hilt of the sword.
Swish——
This is what Wu Xiaode is waiting for.
The sword flashed and the arm flew away.
Now.
Only the arm he controlled was left usable.
The long sword pierced the chest again and moved slowly towards the head.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
The roar of the evil spirit was mixed with endless pain and panic.
It would be really troublesome if the head was cut in half.
——Resurrection can only be achieved by using magic techniques such as the law of great cause and effect.
But how many times can you perform such a spell on your own?
And it hurt so much that my whole body was shaking.
Not even hands.
What if when the head is cracked, I temporarily lose consciousness due to the collapse of my body, resulting in a mistake in the technique——
Wouldn’t he just disappear into thin air?
Dominate the world for countless years.
Finished today?
"Stop! I say! Damn boy!"
The evil spirit kept saying.
But the sword edge didn't stop, and it almost reached the neck.
With only half an inch left, it can cut open the trachea, and then it doesn’t matter whether Wu Xiaode uses any force or not, as long as the long sword falls——
With its unparalleled sharpness, the long sword can cut the head in half!
"Stop! Stop!"
"It's because I like to do evil by nature. Killing all of you will bring me supreme spiritual sublimation and help me evolve - and those dead souls can be my food."
The evil spirit replied in rapid succession.
——It answers Wu Xiaode’s question!
The sword finally stopped.
bass.
The sword was drawn up and put back into its sheath.
Wu Xiaode said: "Wouldn't it be better if we said this earlier? I'll leave the treatment to you, so hurry up."
"Hmph...you don't know how powerful I am..." the evil spirit said dissatisfiedly.
Wu Xiaode ignored it and looked towards the Book of the Dead.
I saw lines of small words in ice crystals floating on the wishing wall:
"Congratulations."
"You successfully completed today's commission."
"Because you directly prevented the King of Evil Spirits from taking action in an overly ferocious way, the heroic spirits praised you greatly and asked you what reward you need."
"——This is an independent reward choice."
What reward do you want?
What is there to say? Of course what I want is——
"The upper limit of soul power, please help me increase the upper limit of soul power."
Wu Xiaode said.
Two lines of small words in ice crystals appeared:
"For any race, level 100 is the most important watershed."
"We can only provide you with an upper limit of 1 point of soul power. Only after you successfully pass the 100-level promotion trial can we continue to increase your upper limit of soul power."
"Do you accept it?"
"Accept." Wu Xiaode said.
A line of small words immediately jumped out in front of him:
"Your soul power has reached 100/100."
"The orthodox Death Trial can begin. It will test whether you have the ability to inherit Death's 'coming' power."
"This trial cannot be delayed, cannot be rescheduled, and cannot be stopped."
"Start!"
Swish——
Wu Xiaode turned into an afterimage and disappeared from the prison. (End of chapter)