After being picked up by Daxian

"Oops! The weather in the imperial capital is so declining..."

Hearing Xue Jiang's words, Heng Qing's heart sank suddenly.

As far as Xue Xiang is concerned, the weather in the imperial capital is the direct lifeblood of supporting power in the mortal world.

If Wang Qi is greatly reduced and overflowed, Xue Jiang will also be damaged because of it, and he will even be unable to exert his power like an ordinary person...

Although the half-faced snake man's strength has been greatly reduced, if he fights again, with Xue Jiang's current strength, it will still delay a lot of time.

In desperation, the two had no choice but to let the snake man go and fly to the direction of the imperial capital together to find out.

When the two of them left completely, the half-faced snake man finally couldn't hold on anymore and spurted out a big mouthful of black blood.

The black blood eroded the ground under his feet, leaving a large area of ​​scorched black marks.

The resentful souls inhaled earlier could no longer be controlled, and together with the power trapped in the body that could not be released, they crazily charged and bit the snake-man.The internal organs also seemed to be forcibly disturbed by someone.

I saw his body constantly arched in pain, bent and twisted into strange angles.

Just when the snake man was in so much pain and was about to lose his mind, he felt his mouth was forcibly pinched open, and he was fed a rusty-smelling liquid.I was struggling and unable to do so, so I had to be forced to swallow it.

After swallowing the liquid, the resentful soul churning in the body seemed to be forcibly absorbed, and the demonic energy that had run amok in the body gradually returned to normal, and the inner breath began to function normally.

After the pain gradually subsided, the snake gradually regained consciousness and slowly opened its eyes.I saw a coat of black dragon and gold pattern fluttering in front of my eyes, standing upright in the howling wind.

Against the light orange daylight, the man looked like a banished fairy, not a terrifying demon who disturbed the mortal world.

Knowing that the snake man is awake, Rong Ying doesn't look at him, but still looks into the distance.

"Usually, I've always been at ease in how you handle things. But this time, you made a mistake, and I'm very disappointed in you. You, who are always so calm, would go into a rampage because of forcibly absorbing resentful souls. It's incredible... ..."

Seeing the bloodstains on Rongying's wrist and the dripping marks on the ground, the snake man immediately realized that the fishy liquid that he unconsciously swallowed just now was actually Rongying's blood.

Just hearing a "plop", the snake man knelt heavily on the ground.

"My lord, this subordinate..."

Rong Ying raised his arm, signaling that the snake man needn't say anything more. "At this moment, no matter what you say, it won't help. Fortunately, the magic weapon and the resentful soul inside are not damaged. I don't need to say more, go back and receive the punishment."

Before the snake man could reply, Rong Ying turned into a black beam of light and flew towards the imperial capital.

The snake man knelt on the ground for a long time, watching the light beam disappear completely, and then managed to stand up, feeling guilty and complicated.

Your Majesty was right, he was indeed not calm enough this time.

Because he only wanted to eradicate the two of them as soon as possible for the honor, but he didn't expect to let himself fall into a state of rampage.

Not only did His Majesty withdraw to save him, he even cut his own wrist and made him drink his own blood...

The palm touched the chest, and the corresponding blood had turned into the abundant power that was constantly running in the body.

After the inner breathing was completely stable, the snake man caught a glimpse of the oil lamp that he didn't know when he was holding tightly in his arms, and recalled some past events in a trance——

"I'm so hungry... so hungry..."

The first thought of a snake man when he first wakes up is to seek food.

Time is too long, love hurt?Vendetta?Or simply be used as magic energy refining...

He had already forgotten the reason for being trapped in this oil lamp.

Trapped in this oil lamp, entangled with the old ghost in that oil lamp for many years, in the chaotic space without knowing the passage of time, my head has long been empty and I have no sustenance.

He only knew that he was looking forward to being fed into the resentful soul, so he scrambled to share the food with the old ghost.The direction of the outside world is completely unknown.

At first, as a magic weapon, it was just an evil weapon used by people in the devil world.

Having been taken over countless times, he has long forgotten the faces of those "masters".

In other words, they are not "masters" to themselves, but a relationship of mutual use.

The receiver uses the magic weapon to continuously improve his own strength.The human beings killed by the successors will all be turned into strands of resentful souls, fed into the magic weapon, swallowed alive, and turned into the power of the magic weapon.

The weak prey on the strong, following those who take over, the magic weapon itself also believes in this belief, and only absolute power can hold it in its hands.

However, things don't always go as expected.

I don't know when it started, the demons and demons who were once arrogant and domineering in all directions were beaten and fled everywhere.

The four directions are in trouble, and the magic weapon that has been left behind is also doomed.It was just treated as garbage and discarded at will, without the high spirits of the day.

If it's just being discarded, it's not a bad thing.

Cleansing away the demon forces from the mortal world from the fairy world, the number of resentful souls has gradually decreased, and the spirits fused in the magic weapon have become more and more empty.

Unknowingly, many magical utensils have become ordinary utensils without any magical power.The rest of the magic weapons were collected and destroyed.

At that time, the oil lamp that was in harmony with the snake man, because the magic power was about to be exhausted, Qi Ling and him were so hungry that they passed out.After the demon energy subsided, it was picked up as an ordinary broken oil lamp and escaped unharmed.

After being picked up, they were treated as ordinary oil lamps and placed in earth stoves for worship.Occasionally snatching a sliver of soul from the street, and swallowing it like a hungry tiger and wolf.

To be hungry and full all day long is just to live in chaos.

After an unknown amount of time, the figure of an unknown man began to sneak in the middle of the night.

He wanders wantonly, stepping lightly on the pointed eaves, stepping on the overhanging walls of the alley like flying, moving like a ghost, but always wearing a copper half mask, which is unpredictable.

As usual on a moonless night, the streets were still silent.

The silent night sky, which should have been as thick as fresh ink, is now chaotic, with occasional thunderclaps, and there is a violent storm before the storm.

The snake man crouched in the oil lamp, but his eyes were as bright as morning stars.

As usual, tonight, he was also waiting for that figure to appear.

There was a thunderclap, and the thunderclouds in the sky exploded into a large piece of dazzling purple light.

The torrential rain fell suddenly, like a bead plate falling apart, and the beads fell to the ground.In an instant, it became as dense as drums, and the raindrops slapped the eaves, making a muffled sound.

Amidst the rippling rain, a vague black figure appeared.

He only supported a buttered paper umbrella, and he approached in the torrential rain, but he didn't get a drop of water.

The snake man immediately recognized that it was the usual familiar figure.

That person did not climb rocks and walls as usual, his whereabouts were unpredictable, but he walked leisurely on this rainy street with no one there.

Lightning flashed from time to time, reflecting on the man's face.The half of the man's handsome face, against the background of the mask, actually showed a strange sense of paleness.

The figure who thought he would go straight away didn't expect him to stand still when he walked slowly to the stove.

He turned around, lowered his eyes slightly, and met the snake man's gaze directly, as if he wanted to see through him.

This feeling of nothing to hide made the snake man shiver uncontrollably.

Just when he thought the man was doing it on purpose, the man looked away for a moment, like a random coincidence.

The paper umbrella was randomly thrown to the ground, and his footsteps suddenly turned to the oil lamp.

Feeling the man approaching, the snake man became more and more nervous.

Finally, the man stood still in front of the oil lamp, just rolled up his sleeves, his fingers were slender and well-defined, and even his nails were trimmed round and obedient.

Seeing the man's palm raised lightly, the snake man thought that the man was going to slap him, so he closed his eyes in fright.

There was no expected pain, only a short-lived sensation of warmth and softness.It turned out that the man just stretched out his hand and touched the lamp body.

"Well, it's almost there."

Talking to himself, the man put the hand that had touched the oil lamp to his lips again, biting it without hesitation, blood pouring out immediately.It dripped down from the pale fingertips, showing a bit of coquettishness.

Seeing the man put the bloody fingertip on the oil lamp, the moment the blood dripped in, the snake man felt in a trance for a while, as if he had been released from the shackles, as light as if there was nothing.

After recovering, he found himself floating in front of that person, and turned his head again, only to see clearly the thing that had bound him for an indefinitely long time, but a tall oil lamp with mottled mud.

Realizing that it was the person in front of him who let him get out of the oil lamp, the snake man was so excited that he didn't know what to say, he just lay down on the untouchable floor and knelt down to thank him: "Thank you, sir!"

The man didn't seem to care, he licked off the remaining blood on his fingertips, and then said calmly: "I didn't rescue you. You are already connected with the soul of this oil lamp, and your soul has long been fused into this oil lamp. So, your soul is still trapped in the oil lamp."

Hearing that man's words, the snake man's heart sank. "Then, this is..."

"You have been living with the oil lamp for so long, so naturally you have already merged with it. Your current form is just the consciousness I have drawn out, not the soul that has been really stripped out. However, it is not impossible to release the shackles, just not Just know if you can bear it..."

"No matter what kind of pain it is, it can't compare to the pain of being bound here and not being free... Dare I ask my lord, what should I do to break free from the bondage of this oil lamp?"

The man's eyes turned to the snake man, and the corner of his mouth curled up, but his expression was a little strange.

"The pinnacle of soul-spirit connection is to achieve soul fusion. Your souls have already merged to the extreme. In addition, I have fed you a lot of resentful souls these days, and you have naturally recovered to the peak. At that time, the next step of soul division can be carried out."

"Split soul?"

"Yes, just judging from these two simple words, there is already enough deterrence. If you want to divide the soul, you first need a monster strong enough to use its condensed blood beads as a pact. After the formation, sprinkle a crow's blood, place the magic weapon in the center of the magic formation, and the soul will be divided."

The man's voice changed, but he fell into a low voice: "This kind of split soul can tear the already fused soul into two parts. The two still co-exist in one body, but they are divided into two souls."