Miss Jiguo

Among the possible pursuers, the warlock is most afraid of Yuan Yi——

Although this man's military strength is unmatched, and his emotions are impeccable, it is difficult to set a trap with words.But Yuanyi is not from the other world, even if he is forced to stay, it will not prevent him from using the "Words of the Underworld" to directly replace him, so that he can get out of his shell.

Followed by Iwakatsu.Yansheng's flesh and blood were reshaped by the curse flower with the power of the curse. In front of himself who has the body of the curse flower, he will be more or less suppressed by a certain personality.Not only that, but if you can make good use of this person's weakness in character, you may even be able to recruit him into the team...

Finally, there is Hua Yu. He has no acquaintance with this plant-type curse. After fighting for so many years, he has already figured out its curse.Now that I have Yebu's support by my side, the odds of winning the fight are not small.

But right now he is facing the worst possible situation.

That is the curse of a person who can directly touch the soul realm, like a warlock, a real person.

As a real person who was born with a curse, he has the talent of reincarnation between life and death.In terms of soul manipulation, real people even have an advantage over seasoned warlocks.This strength has made it impossible for warlocks to completely remove the spell lines on the curse flower body...

Those thin wires are the root of Mantra Flower's replacement. If he is not skilled enough and removes them without authorization, it may make years of hard work in vain.

Fortunately, there is only one real person here, and here are Ye Dou, Chi Qi, several face monsters, and nearby living souls who died soon and can be used as artifacts.

This is a many-to-one situation, and the curse flower, which is the weakness, was also transferred away by the face demon one step before the real person arrived.

The warlock, who felt that the problem was not too big, even praised the curse with a smile, saying:

"It's a clever spell line. I'm also very interested in souls."

"It would be great if I could ask you for advice."

The silver-haired curse glanced at the bloodstain not far away, and after roughly calculating the amount of bleeding, he raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hands to the warlock, and replied with an incomparably bright smile:

"Yes, of course I am willing to teach you well."

"Just let me touch my hands obediently, feel my spell with your body, and I guarantee you will understand it immediately!"

"And you beat her like that. In order to prevent me from being drained by her, you still have to give me some flesh and blood as compensation for healing, right?"

That's what it means to fight.

Although sparring is also a way to secretly learn spells, but he prefers to play tricks behind the scenes than fighting, so before doing it, he kindly sent a final invitation to the real person, saying:

"Wow, don't you really think about cooperating? After all, we have a lot of people here."

Facing the man's pretentious appearance, the real person seemed to have heard some big joke, and suddenly burst out laughing.

He bent down with laughter, covered his face with his hands, and even mixed some retching sounds in his laughter——

"How many people? I think you may be mistaken."

"As for 'people', I have a lot here too!"

A bunch of "puppets" the size of a child's finger are slowly wriggling in the palms of real people.

He is good at the curse of body modification, and his spells have become more and more sophisticated within five years.He transformed the materials he was interested in through magic to create an army of aliens that only obeyed his orders, and stored them in his stomach after compression.

Once these strange-shaped "puppets" landed, they continued to expand and turned into ferocious monsters.Among them, there are many "experimental evil spirits" that real people have collected from Zhu Shi.

The evil spirits are not only physically strong, but also retain the strange blood ghost art in life. Their appearance has pulled the combat power of the real person to a level that makes the warlock smile bitterly.

What a hassle.

Unlike Hua Yu, who focuses on physical attacks, real people's attacks have the nature of "soul special attack".If Yato is touched by him, at least he will be polluted by "ailments", and at worst, his foundation as a god will be touched.

Warlock himself was accidentally punched by a real person during the battle.

Although the warlock deliberately restrained his spell power and protected his soul in time, he still felt a strange shock in his chest——

That was the resonance produced by the magic line that the real person left on the curse flower.With this thing as a foundation, the warlock has no doubt that the next moment of touch, the real person will pull the curse flower out of his flesh and blood.

Such a small change made Warlock constantly think about the escape strategy.

The battle situation was very anxious for a while.

The arrival of Yuanyi made Warlock feel a fatal threat.

God is really unfair, this proud son of heaven clearly gave people the impression that he was at the pinnacle of swordsmanship as early as five years ago.After experiencing the "pain of bereavement", the man turned his grief into strength, and his own strength seemed to have no upper limit.

The real person glanced at the sword move that split mountains and seas. Unlike the warlock who was frightened, he only felt his teeth sore.

Although he is now terribly jealous, but for the common goal, Zhenren still put away the little Jiujiu in his heart, and reminded Yuanyi very kindly:

"Wow, although I know you are very angry, but you can't kill him."

"Hit until there is only one breath left, and I will cure him!"

"After all, he has to stay and play with me!"

Although Yuanyi's arrival effectively suppressed Warlock's counterattack, the lack of tacit understanding and uncoordinated style of play between the two made the scene chaotic.

Do not know what happened, the real person rushed to the front of Yuan Yi, and happened to be within the range that would be affected by Yuan Yi.

The occurrence of this accident made Yuan Yi frowned and hurriedly staggered the blade, which also gave the warlock a chance to escape.

……

Before Yuanyi attacked, he saw the gesture made by the real person with his back turned to him. It was a sign of the real person "surrendering" when the two had sparred in the past, so he finally withdrew the knife so timely.Not only that, the moment the real person stretched out his hand, the snakeberry carried by Yuanyi also jumped into the real person's palm.

All this happened so quickly that Sheberry didn't even have time to explain it to Yuanyi before she left.But out of trust in Sheberry, Yuanyi still chose to cooperate first, and then asked the real person:

"Why let him escape?"

The snakeberry in the real person's hand was nowhere to be seen, and now he clapped his palms with an expression of success, and replied:

"Because he was pushed too hard, he might just replace him and run away, which is very troublesome! And the last blow must be reserved for the one who was hurt the most by him."

"Who can integrate the curse into the body without paying the price? This kind of super-curse-transformed curse, but once it is not controlled well, it will be crazily repelled. And I also taught her soul-related spells, just look at it." She uses it as she likes."

"So now we just need to follow up and fight. After all, women's revenge is terrible..."

Even a seasoned warlock will feel a little uncontrollable when he sees such a terrible lineup, and his anxiety will be faithfully fed back to the curse flower in his heart.

The curse that was active due to the touch of the real person quietly used its own characteristics to further disturb the warlock's thoughts and deepen his uneasiness.

She was originally a flower known for controlling emotions, but now she was planted in the heart of the warlock, and her influence was naturally doubled.

Therefore, when the warlock discovered the "escape opportunity" accidentally created by the real person, his first reaction was to immediately return to his "safe house" and transfer the "curse flower".

He made the stupidest decision of the moment, and this reaction played into Masato's hands.

Seeing that the plan had made a good start, the real person who was in a good mood patted Yuanyi on the shoulder and explained further:

"Speaking of which, I just met your brother on the road. He has been transformed into a ghost and has a good nose. He should follow the bloodstain first."

……

For the sake of safety, the warlock and the night divination soldiers split into two ways on the way to escape.

Although there is a curse flower body in the heart to maintain life for the warlock, giving him the ability to continue to survive through regeneration as long as he is not torn apart.

However, the previous battle with the real person still consumed most of the warlock's mana, so now not only is his wound healing slowly, but his whole body is in terribly painful pain.

Since the scarred god, he also ended up bleeding and must be healed by the Islamic group as soon as possible.

Fortunately, he prepared in time before, using the religious group as his base, and stored a large amount of vow power in the flower pond.

As long as he returns to that "safe house", he can regain his peak state as a warlock.Even after recovering the rhizome in the flower pond and the consciousness of the sleeping god, the combination of the three can still use the spell that comes with the curse flower.

There is still room for everything...

It is really impossible to abandon the sect and run away directly, starting from scratch is also an option.Although the child who acts as a beacon may not be very satisfied.

With this in mind, in order not to show his feet in front of Tong Mo, Warlock specially changed his clothes on the way back.He took a few deep breaths to adjust his expression, and then he walked straight to the flower pond deep in the sect with his tin staff in hand.

Just as the sorcerer expected, it was already late at night, but Tong Mo was still standing on the wooden bridge, staring at the flower cocoon under the moonlight in a daze.

Hearing the Warlock's approaching footsteps, the handsome boy turned his head.With a gentle voice no different from usual, he smiled and said words of concern to his father:

"Ah, you are finally back, Father."

"Lian has been sleeping since I came back, did something happen? I'm really worried..."

The sorcerer told Tong Mo some things before the change of gods when he was young.So at this moment, he didn't need to hide anything, and directly told Tong Mo how he met his enemy.

The man confidently showed off to him that he was prepared for a long time, and he promised that he would "absolutely bring his son through this disaster together".

This kindness and generosity from his father made Tong Mo smile and roll his eyes.

"You are really trustworthy." The boy said so, looking at his father tenderly with those clear eyes, and when the black mud in the flower pond was slowly wriggling, he asked softly:

"What's wrong? Is something not going well? Do you need my help, father..."

Along with Tong Mo's words, there was the scream of a sharp weapon tearing through the air.The warlock's tired and heavy body couldn't react in time, so he was rubbed by Tong standing behind him. With the edge of the gorgeous golden fan, a bloody opening was cut from the left shoulder blade to the chest——

The skin was torn apart, and the bones were visible deep inside.

If Chiqi hadn't reacted quickly, he might have died here.

The pain made the warlock's brain, which was a little dulled by the curse flower, sober up for a while.

Only then did he discover that since Tong Mo showed hostility towards him, not only Huachi's response was slow, but even the curse flower in his heart began to slow down in repairing his body.

Warlock quickly analyzed the key to this situation——

Well, compared to him, Tong Mo is the one who stayed in the church and really worked hard to raise flowers for five years.

Even if he is just an ordinary human, but there is a section of rhizome in his body, and he has the identity of being a good friend with the gods, in fact, Tong Mo can also borrow the power of the flower pond and use it as a tool to affect the curse flower he holds. ontology.

It seems that besides the flower pond, there is also the cursive flower rhizome in Tong Mo's body, which must be taken back as soon as possible...

"Wow, don't you care about life and death? Why did you get angry when I warned her about you?"

Although he wanted to kill this "brat who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger" in his heart, the cunning man still held his wound and retreated temporarily to buy the time needed to recover from his injury.

Tong Mo replied with that gentle and friendly smile:

"Oh, I really don't care about it personally."

"But my god wants me to survive, so I have to listen to her as a beacon."

Like a calm hunter, the handsome young man waved his hand casually to wipe away the blood on his fan, and walked unhurriedly towards the scarred prey.

Facing the sorcerer's sarcasm, "It's so interesting, you're just an ordinary person, but you want to take over the gods instead?" Tong Mo's smile didn't fade, and he asked innocently, "What are you talking about, father? The gods are There is no concept of father, after all, there is only one road mark, isn’t this what you taught me?”

Zeng Jin's teachings were all used by the young man as a counterattack weapon. Pain and anger tormented the warlock's heart, which was constantly fermented by the influence of the curse flower.

It was at the end of its strength that it was not protected by the curse flower, but the warlock still had a magic weapon in hand.

Having accumulated enough physical strength to fight back, the warlock said, "But what are you going to do if you don't have a magic weapon?" Without hesitation, he held a tin staff and stabbed at Tong Mo, planning to take Tong Mo down with one blow when Tong Mo was sloppy. life.

Faced with this fatal blow, Tong Mo just raised his fan towards the warlock and said:

"Yeah, I'm so weak. And I don't seem to have enough souls for the first strike..."

"Although I can't die and turn into her artifact, there are quite a few people who stayed in the church after death, and I really want to help..."

Responding to Tong Mo's words were the white light spots constantly emerging in the flower pond——

Those are believers who have prayed for peace to the Bliss Cult for many years.After their death, their souls linger at the bottom of the pool, unwilling to leave for a long time.Now the creatures responded to the wish of the curse flower, gathered around Tong Mo, and gave the golden fan the power of an artifact.

Although this temporarily borrowed power is not as good as an orthodox artifact...

But who said that Warlock has just experienced a big battle and is completely out of shape?

In the next move, Tong Mo knocked down the tin rod with a smile.The radiant golden fan in his hand was like the scythe of death, attacking the warlock's neck.

And just a second before the fan cut off the head of the "Kamo type" from the neck, there was a cold and soft hand that gently held Tong Mo's wrist holding the fan.

Just like the peaceful pas de deux under the moon.At first, the young man hugged her to familiarize himself with the rhythm. Later, the woman gradually found the tricks. In order to show the god's hard work, she began to turn against the guest and took the initiative to pace with his melody with a smile, leading the two of them to the place where the moonlight was brightest.

Facing the shadows in his memory and the nightmares in his life, the gradually awakening god held the hand of Beacon and danced, pulling him back from the blood-stained ending.

[Thank you, but this is all right]

【Just like I said before, 'Once you kill someone, you can't go back'】

【This is Tong Mo's father's body after all】

Tong Mo was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the woman.He frowned helplessly, and muttered dissatisfied words like "Lian is still talking about the original words. Sleep well and leave it all to Dao Biao?"

But complaining is nothing but complaints. In the end, the boy indulged in cooperating with the dance partner and withdrew his strength, and handed over the leadership of the dance to her.

Tong Mo let the gods take away her fan, followed her strength and stood aside, saying very generously:

"Okay, do what you want."

"Who told me to be a gentle and considerate beacon..."

Then there is the battle of the woman alone.

The awakened mantra flower pours all the mantra power hidden at the bottom of the pool into the fan.This power resonated with the souls of believers, causing a layer of azure blue flames to leap up from the fan.

Sacred weapons sometimes deform according to the owner's wishes, and the most reliable thing remaining in the hearts of gods is the flame-like sword skills.

What I want to kill, from beginning to end, is just that man...

This is the "kill" method that only I can do.

The flaming blue "Sun Wheel Knife" pierced straight into the Warlock's chest, but strangely, it didn't make any sound, and didn't splash a single drop of blood.

The sharp tip of the artifact just picked out a mass of black air that was tightly entangled with flowers and vines from the warlock's body.

Just as the real person and Yuanyi said, the gods have learned the spell that can touch the soul——

She directly captured the warlock's soul that was about to be replaced.

"Ah, I finally caught you..."

The author has something to say: After thinking about it after the update, something is wrong.

This direction is too muddy, it is entirely Tong Mo who is going to take the lead

I have to change

The obsolete version before the modification is as follows:

In the next move, Tong Mo knocked down the tin rod with a smile, and cut off the man's head from the neck.

"Boom"

The father who came back from the dead knew his information as soon as he took over the corpse.Based on this childhood experience, Tong Mo guessed that "the memory of the human body is not only with the soul, but also stays in the body."

Now the facts have verified this conjecture.

After obtaining the warlock's head, Tong Mo gradually understood everything——

The knowledge of the spells and the mysteries of the gods are at his disposal.

【It stinks, I can't let her see me like this now】

[But let’s clean it up later]

【After all, you can't miss such an interesting thing】

【In the end, I am also a filial son...】

With this in mind, Tong Mo sorted out the knowledge passed down from his father, recalled what Warlock was like back then, and sat propped up on the edge of the wooden bridge.

The blood-stained "Son of God" hugged the head of "Father", swayed his legs leisurely, and admired the scene in front of him with a smile.

Just like the first time I saw the curse flower, my father complained that "I didn't see the scene of cannibalism".Now, with his eyes wide open, he finally got his wish.

The flowers in the flower pond unceremoniously dragged the warlock's body into the black mud.

……

"Crack"

"Crack"

There was a shuddering sound in the darkness.

The flowers in the mud are slowly sharing this hard-won, long-awaited feast.

They tore skin, sucked blood, chewed flesh, crushed bones...

A blue flower grew in the man's heart.

The beautiful woman stretched out her pale hands, tightly grasping the warlock's struggling soul, and asked with a sweet voice with a smile:

"What's wrong? Who said you can go?"

"Didn't you enjoy chewing my petals before...why don't you feel happy when it's your turn?"

"Really, where else do you want to go..."

……

"Kachi Kachi Kachi"

In the boundless darkness, only the maddening pain and this strange sound accompany the man.