Don't play games with crazy vests

Gojo Satoru felt the riot of the magic power in his body, and the feeling of almost boiling was extremely uncomfortable.

But none of this mattered.

Gojo Satoru stared at the dagger half hidden in Ah Wu's chest, and had already forgotten how to move his eyes away.

Kashiwara Zaumu showed no mercy to himself, even Gojo Satoru's hand holding the knife handle was stuck to Kashiwahara Zaumu's warm skin, the degree of cruelty was evident.

The depth of being inserted by the blade... has almost penetrated the heart.

Even if he was stabbing himself with Gojo Satoru's hand, Kashiwahara Zauna could grasp it very precisely, allowing the weapon to sink into his heart perfectly.

The blood flowing from the artery into the heart was cut open, and the blood that should have gushed out under the pressure was blocked by the weapon made by divine power, and not a single drop was allowed to be wasted.

Use it where you need it most.

Wujo Satoru had never felt like this before.

The hand holding the dagger trembled unconsciously.

Ever since he knew he couldn't stop Ah Wu, he indulged Kashiwahara Zao's behavior.

Don't use normal people's thinking to understand Gojo Satoru.

Until he realized that he had reached an unstoppable point, he didn't want to change Bai Yuan's decision that he had made earlier.

You can't die anyway, can you?

Gojo Satoru breathed out softly: "As you wish."

Suppress the abnormal discomfort in my heart.

He likes Ah Wu, so he should respect Ah Wu's wishes.

Besides, Gojo Satoru is not a very selfless person, he would not refuse an opportunity to sacrifice others to make him stronger.

In just a few seconds, Gojo Satoru thought of many reasons for himself.

It doesn't matter, when he becomes stronger than the god in front of him, Ah Wu can't be so willful, and everything will be stopped by him.

As long as he is a little more powerful and breaks through the limit of the reversal technique, Ah Wu will be obedient.

It's all temporary, and Ah Wu will never be allowed to do such a thing without discussion in the future.

Kashiwahara knew why Gojo Satoru suddenly became cooperative, but in this situation, Kashiwahara Zaowu's actions became more urgent, and he couldn't control Gojo Satoru's thoughts for the time being.

He's about to make it.

It's still the last step, so don't be distracted.

Kashiwahara Zaumou manipulated his divine power, and the dagger inserted into his heart turned into a spell linking from his heart to Wujo Wu.

The three drops of the purest blood on the heart of the god represent the core of the god's power.

The blood containing divine power was dyed rich gold.

A drop of blood from the apex of the lord god of the emperor of the sky, dripping into the world, can fabricate a vibrant and rich continent out of thin air.

If he didn't have a sliver of reason, he knew that if the three drops of blood were given to Gojo Satoru, the human body would not be able to bear this kind of strength, and Kashiwahara might have given them all.

The spell transformed by divine power was like a cannula, resisting the blood that was rushing out of the artery without spilling a single drop.

Suppressing the instinct of the body, Bai Yuan had no control over the divine power to swim in the body, chasing the special three drops of blood attached to the blood vessels on the heart to the spell that penetrated into the heart.

It hurts.

There is an extreme pulling pain between breaths.

But once you get used to it, the pain after numbness doesn't matter.

Kashiwahara Zamu was no different from usual except his face was a little pale.

He was going to give Gojo Satoru both drops of blood.

The spell bridge built by divine power is the best tool, which is a perfect match for blood.

The transmission process was very simple. Under the impetus of divine power, two drops of blood that were reluctant to leave successfully passed the spell and were introduced into Wutiao Wu's body.

It is equivalent to more than half of Kashiwahara Zano's power being taken away by Gojo Satoru.

But it doesn't matter, Kashiwahara Zaou is still a god, just need to cultivate slowly, and all these can be recovered.

The life of a god is too long, and the concept of human beings is no different from that of a mayfly to him.

Kashiwahara hadn't thought that Gojo Satoru would be the same way. After hundreds of years passed quickly, the only ending was death, turning into a meaningless corpse.

He wants to give the best and most favorable conditions to the person he likes.

Kashiwahara would never have allowed this to happen.

"Wu, what I did was right."

He still insisted.

Two thick drops of blood sank into the body, Gojo Satoru disapproved of Kashiwahara Zao's statement, and the words of refutation stuck in his throat.

Kashiwahara never seemed to have thought that his kindness to Gojo Satoru was an insult in disguise.

Gojo Satoru doesn't need him to be like this.

Just before he could speak, suddenly, a sharp pain came from the place where the blood merged.

The fusion of divine power itself is accompanied by deep pain.

Even Bai Yuan was hurt to death when he didn't get back his strength.

Although Wujo Satoru received divine power in another sense, and it would not reach the level of pain Kashiwahara had never had before, but the current feeling is enough for him to forget.

The feeling I experienced was somewhat similar to that of Kashiwahara Zauna at that time.

Gojo Satoru was unprepared, and was "tormented" by the pain accompanied by divine power. He was in a trance for a moment, and temporarily swallowed what he originally wanted to say to Kashiwahara Zaomo.

Bai Yuanzao blinked: "It will be fine soon."

The spell inserted into the chest dissipated after completing the task. Bai Yuanzao's healing ability was too strong, and even the wound on the chest had recovered. Except for the punctured clothes, the smooth cold white skin could not be seen just now. any traces produced.

Kashiwahara Zaou actually didn't know how Gojo Satoru would feel after being integrated into his blood, but as long as he could be sure that the final result was good, Kashiwahara Zaou would not care about so many processes.

It is worthwhile to let Gojo Satoru suffer a little bit.

Kashiwahara looked at Gojo Satoru half-kneeling on the carpet without worry, unaware that his love had been distorted.

Gojo Satoru's forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he still endured the rolling pain in his body without saying a word, slowly using the mantra to adapt to the new influx of power as soon as possible.

Kashiwahara squatted down, ignoring his weaker body, and gently ran his fingers along the back of Gojo Satoru's neck and back.

He didn't speak, and gave silent comfort.

In half an hour at most, Gojo Satoru will be able to use the power brought by the blood of the gods. By then, not only will he be able to eliminate the danger of the six eyes, but he will also be able to break through the limits of human physical fitness and have an excellent lifespan.

Bai Yuanzao showed a faint smile, his brows and eyes were full of joy.

"It's all worth it."

Kashiwahara Zao said this sentence in a very low voice, the voice dissipated in the air, Gojo Satoru didn't notice.

It's only half an hour, and this little pain is nothing.

Two hours passed.

Bai Yuan had already frowned, not admitting that he had played off.

——Why did Gojo Satoru's pain not only not ease, but even worse?

The intensified pain had already made Gojo Satoru's entire back wet with cold sweat.

Gojo Satoru's endurance is as good as Ah Wu's, and even better than Ah Wu's in some cases.

However, with such endurance, Gojo Wutiao is almost unable to hold on now.

Now the pain washing through his body is almost equal to the pain Kashiwahara Zao felt when he fused the fragments of divine power, and it lasted for almost an hour.

Ah Wu... So this is the kind of pain that I have experienced before.

Gojo Satoru was in a trance, and suddenly thought of this.

Although I felt that it was outrageous to play off like this, Kashiwahara Zaun still followed the role card and continued to perform his performance.

Suppressing the panic in his eyes, Bai Yuan had no effort to think of a remedy.

Obviously, it is enough to do this, the gift bestowed by the gods cannot be so "rebellious".

Why does it become like this.

It stands to reason that it would take at most half an hour to integrate everything that goes well... Bai Yuan has long been willing to stop here.

But there is no way, Kashiwahara has long been unable to see that Gojo Satoru, who originally matched his divine power extremely well, and even acted as a bridge to help him unravel the seal of aphasia, now has a violent rejection with his blood.

Kashiwahara was very upset.

He obviously came up with this idea because Wujo Satoru had integrated well with his divine power last time.

Everything went so smoothly, even at the very beginning when he hadn't regained his power, the fragments of divine power would automatically appear beside Gojo Satoru.

He thought these were all related.

If you don't connect, don't resonate, why are these situations happening again.

But now it turns out that Gojo Satoru cannot accept his blood.

There was no better way, Bai Yuan had mobilized his divine power which had not yet been recovered, only one-third of the usual, to make a decision.

It must be stopped, otherwise Gojo Satoru will be in danger.

Wujo Satoru must not be injured.

This is the most important bottom line for Kashiwahara.

The way to stop is simple and simple.

Kashiwahara Zaumu shook his fingers, and divine power jumped out from his fingertips.

Kashiwahara Zauna's fingers gently stroked Gojo Satoru's back, and found two drops of his blood. The blood that was currently wandering on his back became orderly from the original violence under the re-guidance of divine power.

Different from when he came in, it was very dangerous to take out two drops of blood, and it required much more divine power than before.

Up to now, Gojo Satoru is still conscious. He held Kashiwahara Zaou's other hand with his backhand. Now the body temperature on Gojo Satoru's hand was very cold, so he squeezed Kashiwahara Zaou tightly.

"Baby, if you play like this again next time, I will be tossed to death."

It's all like this, and I still don't forget to talk, with comfort in my ridicule.

Gojo Satoru's deliberately contrived address made Kashiwahara Zaunu relax a bit.

"sorry."

Kashiwahara Zaomi is still very sad.

It's really only close.

The movements of the hands did not stop, and the extraordinarily fine movements took a lot of divine power, and a huge flow of divine power leaked from Bai Yuanzaowu's body.

Finally, after more than ten minutes, when Bai Yuan was not sure whether he could hold on to his divine power, two difficult drops of blood were forced out.

But these two drops of blood can't return to Bai Yuan Zao Mo's body now.

From the moment it was taken out, no matter what the reason, the blood that had been separated from the body was already tantamount to being polluted to the gods.

Not just that.

If it was only because of the riot in the body of the god, it would not be so abnormal.

Bai Yuan's frowning brows had never been smoothed away. He saw two drops of blood floating in the air, and his expression was serious.

After taking a few breaths, Gojo Satoru sat up with his hands propped up, the sweat on his forehead soaked his broken hair, looking at the blood floating in the air that tortured him half to death, his voice was a little weak: "What's wrong?"

Bai Yuanzaowu stared at the two drops of blood.

The extremely dazzling gold can easily cover up other colors.

Under the control of divine power, the charming and brilliant gold on the surface was peeled off. Except for the thin layer of normal gold covering the surface of the blood drop, the inside of the blood drop was pure black.

The extremely black color represents the unknown,

Pure, malicious.

The essence of the blood was exposed, and the air seemed to become sticky at this moment.

After the deity falls, no matter its appearance or any other characteristics, it may change instantly, or it may not be so easy to change, but no matter what, there is an accurate identification method.

The blood color of gods varies, but no normal god's blood is black.

Black blood can only represent fallen gods.

Naturally, such black blood cannot be used.

Looking at all the signs in front of him, Kashiwahara finally accepted a fact.

"...I have fallen."

Bai Yuan was in a daze for a long time, his pair of golden eyes were dark and restrained, turning into rich black almost instantly.