Cracked ground? Deep, twisted limbs extending upward.
The surface of the sarcoid? Scarlet and greasy, wriggling recklessly under the pitch-black sky.
No matter how many limbs are cut off or how many attacks it receives, it can always grow back quickly.
Seems completely unable to do any harm to her.
The woman hangs high in the air, the pale skin is particularly clear against the black and red background, the loose human skin is deformed by the support of the body under it, the twisted face hangs down, and the throat emits The voice is gentle and calm, and it is more and more creepy:
"Why haven't you found out yet?"
Behind her, the huge tentacles are wrapped in a thousand strength, attacking them at a speed that is almost undetectable to the naked eye
The cold light of the sharp blade flashed, and the limbs snapped.
At the crack, more sarcoma creeps out
"You can't hurt me," said the mother.
Ye Jia clenched the long bone handle of the sickle tightly in one hand, and the thin strands of blood snaked down his skin like a red snake, falling into the palm of his hand, smearing the palm lines.
The bone handle was stained red with blood.
His face was ugly and terrifying, so pale that he seemed to be able to dissolve into the night behind him in an instant. A pair of light-colored eyes stared at his mother who was floating in the air not far away, dark eyes surging. .
After returning to human beings, it also means that he no longer has a strong recovery ability.
Although Ye Jia's body is much tougher than most human beings, the wounds created by Cao Xin could not be healed in a short time, dragging down his actions everywhere.
The temperature of the air dropped so much that Ye Jia could see the white water vapor exhaled from his mouth and nose, which was swallowed by the surrounding air in an instant.
I could hear the pounding of the heart in my ears, irritable and restless.
The other party did not give them time to think.
Soon, more limbs came?,
Mother's blood-red eyeballs rolled, thinking.
In the blood sacrifice just now, she was also greatly weakened. Although the two direct descendants in front of her were disobedient, they were not too threatening.
What she needs more urgently now is recovery.
Then regroup and make a comeback? But either way? It will take time.
The mother slowly raised her head to look at the sky above her head, and her mouth made a low voice. Her volume was not loud, but it was particularly penetrating, as if she could cross the obstacles of space and transmit it straight to a farther place. : "My children..."
From the sky in the distance? Echo-like tremors.
Clouds came from all directions and all directions, Ye Jia was slightly startled, and turned his head to look in the direction of the mutation.
Three S grades, thirty four A grades, B grades…
The breath of countless ghosts twisted into one, and they were rapidly approaching in this direction.
Soon, the face of Li Gui appeared in the chaotic wasteland, with greedy eyes staring at the two in front of him, roars and laughter gushing out of his throat.
Half of the mother's face collapsed horribly, but the other half still maintained the appearance of a human being, her scarlet eyes were lowered, and she said with a smile:
"You guys are having fun."
Saying that, the wriggling sarcoma began to slowly shrink inwards.
She is leaving!
Ye Jia frowned.
… is this not possible?.
If they waited for the mother to recover completely, they would never have the chance to have such a good opportunity.
It is impossible for her to fall for the same trick again, and I am afraid that she will be really powerless by then.
Fortunately, the mother's body was really too large, and she was injured, so she couldn't pull the ghost away and disappear.
Ye Jia's fingers tightened slightly, the blood in his palm dripped into the soil, and in the next second, his figure jumped up, and the blade of the sickle drew a white arc in the air.
However, several A-rank Specter came up to him, blocking his way.
The sharp blades shone, and each time one was cut over, more were filled up. Ye Jia could only watch his mother's body slowly climb the sky, getting further and further away.
He was furious.
"...Hello." Ji Xuan's low voice sounded from his ear.
Ye Jia was startled and turned to look.
The sea of blood next to him surged up in an instant, roaring and rolling over, instantly swallowing up the miserable howls of the surrounding Specters.
A scarlet blood curtain rose up around the two of them, tightly wrapping them in it, vaguely seeing the shadows of the outside world, isolating all those roars and roars, and the ears suddenly became dead silent. It's like entering an absolutely independent world
Ye Jia was stunned, his eyes widened slightly.
In the light-colored eyes, the face of the other party that suddenly approached was reflected.
The cold fingers penetrated into the torn clothes, sliding softly along the broken lines of the wound, and the stimulated pain at the nerve endings mixed with itching spread, burning like a raging fire.
The temperature of human blood stained his fingers, and the flesh under his palm was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In Ye Jia's throat, there was a muffled groan, light and soft, like an uncontrollable gasp.
"It's so warm." Ji Xuan said softly.
The next second, Ye Jia's pupils shrank suddenly.
He seemed to realize something and turned his head to look aside.
I saw Ji Xuan's other hand, I don't know? When did it tightly grasp the blade of the sickle, the blade as thin as a light slice deeply cut into his palm, and the dark red blood gurgled out, along the sharp edge. The blade slides down.
The blade greedily sucked the blood in Ji Xuan's palm, like a long-starved beast licking the bones of its prey.
Ye Jia was startled and subconsciously wanted to retract the blade.
But I don't know why, the usual way of retracting it seems to have failed, and the blade is still firmly grasped in the opponent's palm.
"What are you doing?" Ye Jia was anxious, he raised his hand and grabbed Ji Xuan's wrist: "Let go."
But Ji Xuan took the opportunity to step forward and hold the other party tightly in his arms.
The blood flowing out of the palm seems to be attracted by some invisible force, and the spider webs are intertwined and spread on the blade of Senbai, bit by bit dyeing it into a dazzling scarlet, as if it was condensed by blood. generally.
Ji Xuan's already pale complexion became thinner and thinner, as if it was melting into the air behind him little by little.
Ye Jia stared at the man in front of him, his eyes burned red, and his voice suppressed a heavy anger:
"Do you want to die like that?"
He said sharply:
"let go!"
"It'll be fine right away." Ji Xuan whispered in his ear, his palms tightened, the sharp blades collided and rubbed against the metacarpal bones, making a gurgling sound.
The young man in his arms? Struggling and attacking with anger seemed meaningless to him, and was completely resolved by his chest and embrace.
The blade sucked blood greedily until it was dyed a bright crimson.
Ye Jia stood in the same place, his chest heaving up and down quickly, under the cloth cut by the blade, the skin on his chest has become smooth and complete, pale and slender fingers clenched the bone handle stiffly, cold The fingertips were blue due to the force, and it almost took external force to break them apart.
Ji Xuan slowly released his hand, and his bloody fingertips, like feathers, gently brushed the back of the opponent's hand:
"Now, you can hurt her."
Ye Jia's fingertips flicked, he turned his head, looked at Ji Xuan stubbornly, his voice hoarse:
"what have you done?"
If this option was possible from the beginning, he did not believe that Ji Xuan would stay until now.
Ji Xuan raised his hand as if surrendering.
One hand was stained with Ye Jia's blood, and the other hand had knife marks with deep visible bones, and the blood was still slowly dripping down: "Hey, don't? Look at me like that... I am this time. didn't do anything."
"... You!" Ye Jia stepped forward and grabbed the other's collar firmly.
Ji Xuan smiled lowly.
He let the other party grab his collar, lowered his head, and gently rubbed the other's forehead with the tip of his nose:
"Now, I put all my chips on you."
Ji Xuan raised the injured hand, slowly opened the other's hand that was grabbing his collar, and forcefully inserted the blood-stained fingers into the other's fingers, interlocking with Ye Jia's ten fingers.
Blood spreads in the palms of the two of them.
But Ji Xuan was not afraid of the pain, and he clenched it tighter and tighter, and whispered: "I have only one chance to sacrifice myself."
He stared at Ye Jia, his voice was very soft, with a smile that would be blown away by the wind the moment he exited:
"You have to be clear, this time you stretched out your hand to hold me, so you have no chance of regretting it anymore."
"Don't lose," Ji Xuan's voice was laughing, as if whispering on the side of his lover's pillow, but there was a creepy viciousness:
"Otherwise, I'll let the whole real world you love go? Accompany you."
Ye Jia was startled.
He raised his head and looked into each other's eyes.
Those scarlet eyes stared back at him without evasion, the paranoia and obsession in their eyes were so strong that they seemed to be able to materialize, and they were so turbulent that they seemed to be able to engulf him.
The next second, the blood curtain around him disappeared the moment Ji Xuan's voice fell.
Outside the blood curtain, the ghosts were full of black and white, each with a hideous face.
The dark clouds above his head were thick and thick, and not far away, he could see the back of his mother who was slowly leaving.
"Go quickly?" Ji Xuan raised his hand and dropped a kiss on the back of the other's blood-stained hand, still with a relaxed and happy smile on his face.
Ye Jia turned his head and stared fixedly at Ji Xuan: "A word is settled."
Ji Xuan raised his lips: "Okay."
He raised his hand, and the sea of blood surged up, rushing towards all the Specter who stood in front of Ye Jia, clearing a way for him in an instant.
Watching the other person's figure slowly disappear in front of him.
Ji Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his right hand, which was stained with Ye Jia's blood, and landed on the palm of his left hand, which was wounded to the bone.
The blood stopped.
However, the huge wound still fell in the palm of his hand, and the flesh was ripped open, like a grinning mouth.
Ji Xuan scrutinized the wound, watching the blood on both sides mingle together, converging into a sticky blood stream.
The smile on his lips deepened, and he brought his palm to his lips and licked it lightly.
The tip of the scarlet tongue curled up with blood, and the smell of rust diffused in the mouth
You and I are blood and blood, and no one can separate.
Not even in death
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The mother tidied up her skin little by little.
The collapsed skin and loose bones were pushed back to their original positions, and the twisted flesh was slowly gathered under the skin. The impact of the blood sacrifice backlash on her was unexpected and terrible, and it was almost difficult to maintain the skin that carried her body... hateful.
The woman's gradually recovered face was distorted by malice and anger.
Since she can remember?, this is the first time she has suffered such a big loss... She was even forced to leave temporarily and find a place to recuperate.
Until she fully recovers—
Suddenly, the mother's eyes suddenly widened.
She slowly turned her head and looked behind her.
The young man? Pale face? I don't know? When did it come? Approaching, his expression is very cold, there is an almost indifferent calm, a pair of light-colored eyes reflect the crimson knife light, even if he doesn't talk or laugh? With chilling anger.
It was like a sharp blade that was pressing in front of his throat, and he could instinctively feel the fatal chill from the opponent in the blink of an eye.
Mother hurried back.
"呲—" The sound of the sharp blade breaking through the air sounded, and only a "cha" sound was heard. In the air, the giant sarcoid that was squirming was cut into two pieces. At the moment of being cut, the entire limb faded away? The blood color, which became a dry and loose charcoal gray, was annihilated in the "strong wind" in the next moment.
… what? !
Mother's pupils suddenly tightened.
She gathered her limbs, quickly moved away from Ye Jia's attack range, and looked at the young man not far away with suspicion.
Did you actually get hurt? !
how is this possible
All gifts from mothers are poisonous seeds - it can give terrible power, but also can bring invisible shackles.
No heir can hurt her... unless...
Mother's expression became ugly
below the ground.
The Specters were surprised to find that the fierce and fierce sea of blood just now became thin without noticing it, and disappeared little by little in the air, and the deterrent force just now disappeared quickly.
Some Specters broke free and flew in Ye Jia's direction, but they were pulled back abruptly before they left.
Ji Xuan narrowed his eyes: "Am I here?"
With the force of his palm, Li Gui's figure was instantly torn apart.
Residual blood from the severed limb splattered and fell on the man's pale cheeks, slowly dripping down. His voice was cold and slow, with a trace of casual cruelty:
"Do you still want to go? Where?"
On the ground, the black ghosts looked at each other and rushed towards Ji Xuan, who was alone.
The man's slender figure is like an unpredictable wind, traveling among the ghosts, bringing a splash of blood wherever he goes, but the blood wave has never been raised again.
Another two A-rank Specters were torn apart.
Behind the corpse, an S-rank ghost who had been hiding for a long time sneaked out cunningly, and the bloody sword pierced Ji Xuan's shoulder with a force of force.
Ji Xuan didn't make a sound, but his figure paused for a few seconds.
"Hahahaha!!!" The S-rank Specter laughed arrogantly?: "Ji Xuan... The legendary ghost king, mother's beloved direct descendant, you actually have today!!"
It felt that it had seen through the opponent's weakness and pretentiousness, so it finally gave up its usual cautiousness and retreat, and attacked Ji Xuan recklessly.
"Thorn-"
The stumps damaged by violence fell to the ground with viscera and blood.
Behind the wreckage, a tall man stood in a sea of blood like a god of death who had climbed up from hell. A pair of scarlet blood pupils were slightly squinted, and the thin and narrow pupils were like cold-blooded animals. Brings a terrifying sense of coercion when sweeping:
"continue."
Specter around waiting for an opportunity was frightened and forgot to step forward for a while.
Until one of them? A Specter let out a hissing and sinister whisper: "...hehe, look, look at the wounds on his body, don't be frightened, we are about to win."
At this time, those ghosts noticed that Ji Xuan's clothes had long been wet with blood from somewhere, and under the broken clothes, he could vaguely see the skin covered with fine wounds.
The raging fighting intent ignited in the eyes of many ghosts.
Yes, indeed.
The former ghost king will not be approached by ordinary ghosts, and will not leave any wounds.
This time, they had the upper hand.
"Very good," Ji Xuan chuckled, slowly wiping off the blood stains on his face: "This is what I want."
He narrowed his scarlet pupils slightly and said lightly?:
"Then you come? Give it a try."
See who can kill the current ghost king with his own hands.
During the fight, Ji Xuan raised his eyes and cast a glance at the sky. In the place where the dark clouds and the sarcoma were intertwined not far away, the naked eye could barely see the small figure standing in front of the behemoth.
He slightly raised the corners of his lips without a trace.
This time, the real battlefield is up there, not here.
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The clanging sound of the blade echoed in the bleak cloud, and the ugly and huge limbs turned into dry powder pillars at the moment of being scratched, which were stripped of all their vitality and turned into flying dust, completely integrated into Into the tumbling clouds behind you
Ye Jia's eyes lit up with a cold light, as if a raging dark fire was burning in the depths of the deep abyss.
The crimson blade brought blood splashing, and the sharp sound of breaking the air threw off the blood droplets and landed on his side face, with a deadly and terrifying beauty.
The weapon in his hand is buzzing, swallowing the opponent's strength, and he can feel that he is getting stronger at an extremely fast speed.
In addition, whether it is the flexibility of the limbs and joints, the strength that can be exerted, or the proficiency and refinement of the skills, they are all at their peak level.
All the skills learned from the game, whether it is ferocious attacks or ruthless tactics, have been thoroughly used.
The mother's avoidance gradually became embarrassing.
Her body's growth can't keep up with the speed of destruction, she can feel that every attack of Ye Jia is closer to her own body, closer-
Mother gritted her teeth.
She exposed one of her own arms, took advantage of the gap created by the opponent's attack, and used the remaining limbs to violently attack the young man's back.
"boom-"
The mother's limb slammed into the rising blood curtain.
The familiar wave of blood will wrap around his back, like a strong shield, which protects him from the wind.
Ye Jia's expression was blank for a moment.
Because he knows very well... it was released by himself.
Just now, it was just the instinct to fight.
The mother's scarlet eyeballs turned slightly, and her eyes fell on Ye Jia's face. She greedily patrolled the other side with an unexpected look, her lips twitched, and she smiled and said, "Oh... so that's it?"
She admired Ye Jia's expression: "It seems? You don't know yet? Well."
With thin white fingers on her lips, her mother's expression was very happy, but her voice was still loving and gentle: "All gifts have a price, but now it seems?..."
"You are the one who accepted the gift."
She raised a second finger: "The other person bears the price."
The mother leaned down, her scarlet pupils reflected the other's shaky face, and her voice contained an unconcealed sinister: "So, which role do you each play?"
Ye Jia's fingers tightened, and the phalanx rubbed together, making a gurgling sound.
"You want to save him, don't you?" Mother reached out to him and smiled. "Then come back to me, I promise, as long as—"
Her voice hadn't fallen yet.
The crimson blade slid at a speed that the naked eye couldn't catch, silent and swift, like the wind passing gently, kissing silently.
Mother stared blankly.
A thin bloodstain appeared on the snow-white wrist, and the next second, the slender palm fell off, revealing the limbs that were wriggling under the skin.
鲜血喷涌，粘稠猩红的液体骤然溅起，染红了背后阴云密布的天际“啊啊啊啊啊啊啊！！！！！”
She let out a sharp and painful scream in her throat, and her expression suddenly became hideous. There was a frightening viciousness and ugliness, and a pair of blood-red eyes stared straight ahead. The young man, roared: "How dare you... how dare you! Really hurt me!"
The hand that was severed by the wrist slowly fell down and turned into fly ash in mid-air.
Ye Jia carried the bone handle of the sickle on his shoulder, looked directly at the other party without evading or dodging, his expression was heavy and cold, showing a rock-like unshakable calm and willpower:
"I made a bet."
He raised his hand, and the crimson tip of the sickle pointed directly at the opponent:
"Plus, I trust him."
Ji Xuan.
That obsessive ghost has always obeyed his own heart and desires.
There is no end to his greed and thirst, and short-term gratification only adds to deeper greed.
Ye Jia used all methods and spent several years. Whether it was hiding, speaking badly, fighting each other, or even going to death in person, he did not break the opponent's hand tightly.
In front of his eyes flashed the other party's paranoid and crazy scarlet eyes like evil spirits.
Specter who tasted the satisfaction of desire is like being captured by an addiction that cannot be stopped.
After losing and regaining it, it is simply impossible to let the other party take the initiative to let go.
sacrifice? Already? Not an option.
Ye Jia stared at the distorted face of his former mother, and slowly raised his lips, revealing a shallow smile:
"It seems that destroying your skin is also a way to do it."
His eyes reflected the sharp edge of the knife light, his expression was cold and distant, with a terrifying sense of oppression and almost arrogant confidence, his voice was calm but composed, as if he was making a decision on fate:
"I won't lose."