Chapter 82 Everything comes naturally, and the skin refining realm is complete!
The third molt
Finally the time has come!
Wei Hong is like a human-shaped python. The old skin on his body is constantly shedding, and the new skin emits a light as white as jade.
"This? What's going on?"
"Brother Wei, are you okay?"
The boys and girls had never seen such a scene before, and they all gasped in fright.
While feeling the majestic beating of his heart, Wei Hong curled his lips and chuckled: "Don't panic, I just made a breakthrough. You will also experience peeling when you study hard and reach the skin refining stage."
"so amazing!"
The young people's desire to practice martial arts was instantly inspired at this moment.
Wei Hong didn't say anything more. He closed his eyes and quietly felt his changes, and found that his body functions had become stronger.
As the heart beats, surging energy and blood circulate throughout the body.
Not only does his strength easily break the 2,700-pound mark.
And the whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of iron armor.
A simple slap of both hands will produce a banging sound of gold and iron.
"Come!" Wei Hong waved to the teenagers and said, "Try my defense."
"good!"
Luan Xiaoqi didn't talk nonsense. He grabbed the mourning stick first and beat it down fiercely.
"boom!"
The mourning stick was like being beaten on an iron block.
Not only was it bounced away on the spot, but the dark iron nails only pierced the skin a little bit.
Before even the blood could gush out, the membrane had already closed automatically.
Wei Hong was not very satisfied when he saw this!
He decisively pulled out the gut-breaking knife and stabbed his palm viciously.
As a result, it could only penetrate less than an inch before it was firmly stuck.
"Can't even be penetrated by a knife?"
"Isn't this too strong?"
The teenagers all exclaimed.
"It's really scary!"
Wei Hong was secretly satisfied.
He found that maybe his cultivation method was too extreme.
Not only will his strength be stronger than that of warriors of the same level, but his defense power will also far exceed that of ordinary people.
The heart-breaking knife can easily pierce ordinary iron armor, and it can also pierce the skin of Meng Kaishan in the early stage of blood refining realm, but it cannot even pierce through his own palm.
It can be seen that his defense power has already surpassed Meng Kaishan by a lot.
And now Wei Hong has just broken through to the perfection of the Skin Refining Realm, and there is still some distance from reaching the limit of perfection, which means that his skin membrane can continue to strengthen!
When he reaches the ultimate limit of skin refining, he doesn't know how terrifying it will be!
"Not bad!"
Wei Hong smiled with satisfaction and felt that the future was promising.
Ordinary people would have the chance to break through to blood refining after three years of training and ten years of skin refining.
And he has only been practicing martial arts for more than half a year. To have such an achievement is naturally something to be proud of, and even enough to make anyone envious.
But then his defense became stronger and stronger.
The skin refining effect will also become more and more difficult. With the arm strength of the young people, they may not even be able to break his skin. How can they continue to become stronger?
“That’s a problem.”
Wei Hong rubbed his chin and thought.
…
At noon
Beijie Market Entrance
Wei Hong once again put on the executioner's crimson suit and appeared on the execution ground together with Deng Haisheng, gearing up to work.
The Caishikou, which used to be bustling and bustling, seemed a bit deserted.
There are no people around to watch the excitement. The occasional passers-by look hurriedly, and some are just well-trained armored soldiers!
They formed an array to guard the surroundings of the law field!
He personally escorted batch after batch of unkempt prisoners to arrive.
An invisible chilling air filled the surroundings, making people's hair stand on end. "Such a big scene today is not common." Deng Haisheng chuckled lightly: "For several days in a row, hundreds of officials and their vassal forces have had their homes ransacked. It is said that thousands of people have been implicated. Now the prisons are all overcrowded. The Ministry of Punishment requires us Cut them all off within five days!”
"Within five days?" Wei Hong frowned.
"Don't worry!" Deng Haisheng waved his hand and said: "We won't let two of us behead. How can two people behead so many people? There are more than ten execution grounds arranged at the food market entrances of other markets, with large and small executioners Everyone has to go to work.”
"Too!"
Wei Hong nodded and said nothing more.
Soon batches of prisoners were escorted to the stage.
Wei Hong and Deng Haisheng, plus three unfamiliar executioners, each stood in front of the guillotine with a ghost-headed sword. Soldiers escorted the prisoners in pairs to line up, and there were more than a dozen criminal department documents responsible for verifying their identities.
"My lord, I was wronged, lord!"
"I am a member of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, the sixth rank. You can't do this to me?"
"Ooooh, daddy, help!"
The prisoners were either going crazy or crying and pleading. The scene was a chaos. No wonder few people dared to watch the fun at this time.
The clerks of the Ministry of Punishment indifferently made a tick on the booklet.
The prisoners whose identities were confirmed one by one were immediately escorted to the guillotine.
"cut!"
"Puff puff!"
Wei Hong and others raised and lowered their swords, and heads flew up immediately.
But before they could rest and take a breath, the soldiers skillfully dragged the corpse away, replaced it with a new prisoner, and chopped him off again as a last resort.
"puff!"
"puff!"
"puff!"
Wei Hong transformed into a ruthless killing machine.
He raised the knife again and again with an expressionless face. No matter whether the person under the knife was a man, a woman, a woman, a child, or a child, as long as he was pressed down on the guillotine, he would be beheaded directly the next moment.
I have to say that his mood is a bit complicated.
He is happy to continue to revive his life through beheading, but he cannot bear to kill innocent people indiscriminately.
The conscience of humanity that has not yet been wiped out caused him some suffering.
But he soon gave up this boring self-consumption.
These people have no connection with him and have no cause and effect.
What kind of fate a person born in this era will have is not something he can control.
"Don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless. If you want to blame me, blame those in power who fought for power and used you as cannon fodder!"
"Every wrongdoer has his own fault, and every debtor has his own owner. I am not to blame for your life and death."
Wei Hong murmured with a twisted expression.
Unknowingly, he had killed too many people, and his body was tainted with a strong evil spirit. Even though he kept trying to convince himself that he had nothing to do with it, his character was still affected in the end.
Cruel, indifferent, and murderous!
All kinds of negative emotions come to mind!
The interest in killing that controls life and death is as addictive as the poison that attaches to the body, making Wei Hong want to turn into a murderous maniac and kill all living beings.
"Hoo ho ho!"
Deng Haisheng and other executioners were also in poor condition.
They were breathing heavily, and their eyes were already a trace of blood red.
Killing someone with your own hands always has a psychological impact. Seeing living lives of the same kind wiped out by you, this kind of pressure will either make people collapse, or it will affect their character and make them become crazy.
This pressure may be large or small, and it is difficult to eliminate it without external channels.
"Boy, say silently to me!"
"The pure heart is like water, and pure water is the heart. There is no breeze and no waves. Sitting alone in Youhuang, whistling the piano, and meditating in meditation..."
Deng Haisheng's voice was like a glass of ice water in the scorching sun.
It poured directly on Wei Hong's increasingly crazy heart, causing him to suddenly calm down.
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