Shura on the pillar of the blade of ghost slayer

Chapter 213 The Choice I Want To Make
The boulders shattered and scattered all over the sky, and the already reddened east was covered with a layer of blood-red haze. That scene was like a natural disaster.

Through the chaotic gravel, Li Qingming saw a person floating in the air in front of him. He looked like a middle-aged man in his 40s and [-]s. He was wearing a white robe, with black hair and a slightly pale face, squinting his eyes. Looking at this side, apart from not covering his face, it looks like it was organized by Shinra.

That arrogance burst out from the opponent's body.

"Did your grandson do all of this?!!!" Li Qingming asked angrily.

However, his figure did not come out of his voice, Hell Shura didn't even want to give him the chance to turn on the microphone.

The other party said with a smile, "It's just in time, I will deliver it to the door by myself, and I will find you without the hassle."

Hearing this sentence, Li Qingming was very surprised.

'This guy actually came for me, didn't he come for the cursed land? '

'But why did he want to kill the people in Swordsmith Village? '

'If he came to look for me, then can it be said that the villagers of Swordsmith Village died because of me? '

Recalling that in less than a day in the swordsmith village, he was deeply infected by the simple folk customs of the swordsmith village. The people there were warm and sincere. Thinking of the bloody scene just now, his blood surged, no matter who the other party was, he They all want to kill each other alive.

At this moment, Shura of Hell seemed to have understood Li Qingming's intentions, and controlled Li Qingming's body, fluttering his red wings, and rushed towards the middle-aged man in white robes.

In his hand, the bright red army-breaking sword swung down suddenly, and he slashed out as if Mount Tai was pressing down on the top.

However, the middle-aged man in the white robe still looked at Li Qingming with a smile on his face. Facing the terrifying army-breaking sword, he just raised a finger lightly, pointing to the blade above his head.

The next moment, the blade of Yin Hong's Army Breaking Saber stopped between the opponent's fingers. No matter how hard Hell Shura tried, he couldn't make another move.

"The talent is good, but with the current you, it is impossible to defeat me!"

The middle-aged man in the white robe said in a deep voice, he raised his arm as if stretching his waist, and lifted the Pojun long knife abruptly.

Seeing this scene, Li Qingming was taken aback.

'What the hell is going on? ! '

He believed that even Ghost Mai Tsuji could not block the knife so easily.

Before he could react, the young man in white robe suddenly waved his finger downwards, pushing Li Qingming and Hell Shura to the ground.

During the rapid fall, Li Qingming saw a fingertip-sized black ball pressing on his body, and the opponent used this black ball to block the attack.

And it was this small black ball that actually crushed him who was in the Shura body state and couldn't move.

With a bang, he fell to the ground, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

The middle-aged man in the white robe slowly fell to the top of his head, squinting and said, "Young man, you have some strength, but you still have to know how to respect your seniors. Let me introduce myself, I am one of the three Shinra members of the Shinra organization." Di Shenluo, I am here to take you in. I heard that you have caused a lot of trouble to my students. Before taking you in, I plan to teach you a lesson, that is, when you don’t know how to control your soul, don’t Touch that power easily!"

Just as he was speaking, Hell Shura was struggling, trying to get up from the ground.

The dark red aura around it gradually increased, and the suppression of the black ball was a little loose.

"What a lively fellow."

As he said that, Di Shenluo waved his hand lightly, and a fierce aura burst out suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, the black ball, which was only the size of a fingertip, suddenly grew in size, reaching the size of a basketball in the blink of an eye.

The weight of the black ball also became heavier as the volume increased, and the ground was cracked, and Li Qingming's body was pressed into the ground.

Another mouthful of blood gushed out of Li Qingming's mouth. The hell Shura behind him was still struggling, but in the face of the absolute amount, he seemed powerless.

'soul? '

'What the hell is he talking about? '

Gradually, the beast-like Asura of Hell quieted down. In his spiritual core, Li Qingming felt that the iron chains that bound him were a little loose, and he immediately struggled.

At the same time, a red glow flew in front of him, and the illusory figure of Zhenzhu gradually emerged.

"You'd better not go out now! He didn't want to take you in alive! If he fights forcefully, he will kill you!"

Zhenmo threw herself on Li Qingming's body with an anxious expression on her face.

"But I have to go out! He killed hundreds of names in Swordsmith Village!"

Li Qingming still struggled to break free from the chain.

"You are not his opponent! He is not an ordinary human being, nor is he a ghost, but an existence above both, you will die!"

"If the identity of a human cannot defeat him, then I will cease to be a human!"

Hearing these words, Zhenzhu stared blankly at Li Qingming's chiseled face.

"does it worth?"

"This is the choice I want to make, would you like to be with me?"

Li Qingming's eyes were firm, as if a raging flame was burning.

Zhenzhu lowered his head shyly, and replied softly, "Well, even if it's hell, I'll go with you!"

If you make up your mind and have a beautiful woman to accompany you, what more can you ask for?

Li Qingming said in his mind, 'System, how much cursed blood do I have left? '

[The host's current number of cursed blood: 17]

'How many drops are needed to unlock the lower-level gene lock? '

[Unlocking the third-order gene lock requires 7 drops of cursed blood! 】

[PS: Only receiving the third-order gene lock is not enough to defeat, the enemy's strength has far surpassed that of the ghost king! 】

'Then how many drops of cursed blood are needed to unlock the first level? '

[Nine drops of cursed blood are needed to unlock the fourth-order gene! 】

[PS: The host who unlocks the third-order gene lock is still not the opponent of the opponent, but there is a certain chance of escape! 】

'Just unlock the fourth-order gene lock directly! '

[Continuously unlocking the gene lock is a great burden on the host, please confirm whether the host is unlocked? 】

'confirm! '

【…】

[Confirm the consumption of 16 drops of cursed blood, upgrade the passive skill blood disciple, blood disciple level lv2 -> blood disciple level lv4! 】

Click click click click!

In an instant, all the bright red chains binding Li Qingming were snapped.

Countless resentful spirits surrounded him, stretched out their claws, opened their ferocious mouths, swarmed up, and wrapped Li Qingming into a ball.

The next moment, a red light flashed in the resentful soul, and a red beam of light shot straight into the sky.

The surrounding resentful souls were crushed by the impact, and there were bursts of wailing sounds.

The red beam of light shot into the blood-red sky and disappeared. Li Qingming felt that he had finally regained his body.

Regardless of the severe pain in his upper limbs, he used all his strength to push the black ball on his body upwards.

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(End of this chapter)