The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

"Master, what are you going to do?"

"Don't ask, just wait for me."

As soon as Wang Que finished speaking, he appeared outside the scroll of the Immortal in the Painting.

With an acceleration, Wang Que appeared near the broken bones.

Looking at the red blood line so close, Wang Que released his soul power to intercept it.

But as soon as he released his soul power, Wang Que stopped.

In his mind, it was the scene in the maggot monster's stomach before.

The inner wall of the maggot monster's stomach was covered with dense yellow-green blood vessels, and the source of those blood vessels was a thing like a heart.

At that time, he released his soul power to try to explore it, but as soon as the soul power touched that thing, it exploded directly.

He looked up at the skeleton giant that was constantly splicing...

"Will this thing also explode?"

Thinking of this, Wang Que had a flash of inspiration in his mind and took out a jade knife.

As we all know, metal and iron objects cannot dig up natural treasures, nor can they cut natural treasures.

Most natural treasures will lose their effectiveness if they are cut by metal and iron objects, but jade pieces will not.

Jade knives made of spirit stones can basically cut most natural treasures, and only very few special natural treasures require special measures.

Holding the jade knife, Wang Que was about to take action, but he stopped as soon as he raised his hand: "These blood lines are connected. If I cut them rashly..."

After a little hesitation, Wang Que put away the jade knife and took out a pile of spirit stones to condense them into a spirit stone stick.

Carefully extended the spirit stone stick to touch the blood line, and the blood line did not change.

Delighted, Wang Que used the spirit stone stick to turn horizontally along the blood line to "encircle" all the blood lines in this area.

To be on the safe side, Wang Que quickly condensed another spirit stone stick to make the two sticks side by side.

After doing all this, Wang Que spun the two spirit stone sticks in his hands.

With this rotation, all the red blood lines connecting the upper and lower broken bones were pulled out.

In less than a few seconds, the blood lines broke from the two broken bones and attached to the spirit stone stick.

The jade box was taken out, and the blood lines fell into the jade box. These red blood lines piled up like the thickness of a hair.........

Looking at the blood lines in the jade box, Wang Que looked at the broken bones around him........

With a determined heart, he quickly got busy.

One minute later, Wang Que collected blood lines equivalent to more than 30 hairs, and the broken bones that lost the blood lines all turned black very quickly and finally turned into ashes.

These extremely fine blood lines seem to be the source of the skeleton giant's power. Now that Wang Que has drawn these blood lines, it is equivalent to destroying those bones.

A quarter of an hour later, the skeleton giant that was originally more than 2,000 meters tall only condensed half of its body. As for the other half..... needless to say, right?

On the bald skull of the skeleton giant, Wang Que and Huang Xiaozhu looked at the extremely tiny blood ball in the jade box.

This blood ball is the result of the fusion of those red blood lines.

The two looked at the blood ball, and no one dared to release the soul power to test it. They were afraid that the blood ball would explode.

After a moment, Wang Que whispered: "This thing must be the blood of a certain race. If we can study it thoroughly, maybe we can be saved."

Huang Xiaozhu nodded. He had even less experience. Anyway, he listened to what the young master said.

In Wang Que's soul power: "Cang, do you recognize this blood?"

"No."

"Okay, goodbye."

Another quarter of an hour passed, and Wang Que and Huang Xiaozhu were still staring at the blood ball.

After a while, Wang Que suddenly said: "It is estimated that there will be no gain if we continue to watch. If there is any change, it would have changed long ago. Now we want to get further information...why don't we try to melt this blood into our body?"

Huang Xiaozhu was shocked: "Master, are you crazy?"

Wang Que looked calm: "How could I be crazy? Soul power cannot be detected, and my other methods are useless for this. Now I can only think of this one way. What other ways can you think of?"

Huang Xiaozhu thought about it and finally shook his head: "I can't think of it."

Wang Que looked up: "Then it's OK? I have a strong physique, let me try the depth of this blood ball! "

Huang Xiaozhu hurriedly stopped Wang Que: "Master, let me do it, my life belongs to you, this blood ball is probably not a good thing, if you have any accident... let me do it!"

Wang Que smiled and patted Huang Xiaozhu on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I will be fine, and you are not as strong as me. If something really happens, I can bear it longer than you."

"No!" Huang Xiaozhu was resolute for once: "This kind of dangerous thing must be done by me!"

As Huang Xiaozhu was about to reach out, Wang Que frowned and blocked Huang Xiaozhu'sShoulder.

"Master, please, let me do it!"

Wang Que pursed his lips: "Okay, I'll let you do it, but you have to listen to me!"

"No problem!" Huang Xiaozhu's expression suddenly relaxed.

Wang Que pinched his fingers with one hand and pointed at Huang Xiaozhu's left shoulder: "I have imposed a partition restriction on your shoulder. You cut your left hand to touch this blood ball. If something changes, just say chop!"

"You said chop, I will cut off your left arm immediately. You and I are both martial artists. The greatest skill of our martial artists is to be reborn by dripping blood. Although we can't do it at our current level, it is not difficult to regenerate a broken limb."

The four cultivation systems of Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism and martial arts all have their own characteristics.

For example, alchemists are all spiritual practitioners, and formations can only be used by spiritual practitioners.

Although martial artists cannot use spiritual power, the ultimate realm of martial artists is to be reborn by dripping blood with immortal flesh!

With Huang Xiaozhu's Chongxu realm, it is indeed not difficult to regenerate a broken limb.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, young master!" Huang Xiaozhu was determined, and he bit the middle finger of his left hand.

This little pain is nothing to a martial artist, but biting his own finger...

Bright red blood flowed out, and Wang Que looked at the tiny drop of blood in the jade box: "Come on, be careful to touch it."

Huang Xiaozhu hummed, stretched out his bleeding middle finger and touched it directly!

Wang Que glared and raised his head: "I told you to be careful, but you poked it directly?"

Huang Xiaozhu's face trembled: "Master, it's better to suffer a short pain than a long one. Let me try to see if there are any changes!"

Wang Que's eyelids twitched: "Do you feel it?"

Huang Xiaozhu was stunned: "What feeling?"

Wang Que frowned: "Well, it's hard to describe, is there any special feeling, such as cold or hot?"

Huang Xiaozhu shook his head: "No, it just hurts."

"It hurts?" Wang Que's expression was serious: "No, you should ignore this pain based on your cultivation path."

Huang Xiaozhu frowned slightly: "Master, it hurts more and more, it really hurts, hiss..."

"It hurts so much?" Wang Que's expression became serious: "Feel it carefully!"

The flesh on Huang Xiaozhu's face began to twitch: "Something's wrong, Master, something's wrong, it seems to be drilling into my body, hiss...ah!!!"

Huang Xiaozhu clenched his left arm with his right hand and began to scream in pain, and his face began to turn red and congested!

"Cut it or not?!" Wang Que said hurriedly.

"Wait, Master!"

"Force it out, force it out!"

"No, I can't control it, ah!!!" Huang Xiaozhu's body began to spasm in pain, and his left arm began to swell and grow bigger, and it was about to burst!

"Cut, cut, cut!!!" Huang Xiaozhu couldn't bear it anymore, and clenched his right fist and smashed his left arm frantically.

Wang Que raised his knife and Huang Xiaozhu's left arm was directly chopped off!

The next moment, the tiny blood ball broke through Huang Xiaozhu's left arm and flew out, and it seemed to be going back to the skeleton giant below!

Wang Que was quick-witted and grabbed it in his right hand: "Want to run, is it possible!"

"Master, don't touch it, this thing is very scary!" Huang Xiaozhu's face turned pale and covered his broken arm.

Wang Que's expression turned fierce: "Horrible?"

"I want to see whose blood is more terrifying!"

"Mirage blood, melt it for me!"

With a low roar, Wang Que pierced his palm with a knife and forcibly merged the extremely tiny blood ball!

[Today, a friend from Guangdong came over and invited him to dinner. He was still writing, howling! 】