"No, no, no!"
"Let me die, let me die, let me die!"
In the Burying Army Plain, Qingwu was twisting crazily on the altar filled with evil spirits.
But he couldn't break free.
Dozens of Wu Clan elders surrounded him, with strange smiles on their wrinkled faces, and strange and hoarse spells chanted in their mouths.
Bone spurs of black, red, blue, and green, all with weird colors, penetrated deeply into Qingwu's body. These bone spurs are long or short, thick or thin, and they are densely packed, pricking Qingwu like a hedgehog.
A black bone spur three feet long and as thin as hair pierced through the middle of Qingwu's Tianling Cap.
The hollow bone spur leads to a huge clay pot, which is filled with a strangely fragrant and viscous concoction.
Drops of concoction followed the bone spurs and were continuously injected into Qingwu's skull, gradually infiltrating his brain and nourishing his brain plasma, making his essence-blood clone's brain gradually stronger.
As a result, Qingwu's soul power also continued to grow.
Qingwu's avatar was only at the level of an ordinary 'god', and his cultivation at the seventh or eighth level of the divine realm was not considered a top-notch master in the Sui Dynasty.
After all, his clone was only used to bring trouble to the Sui Dynasty, relying on his sowing discord and conspiracy rather than relying on powerful magical powers.
Therefore, Qingwu's soul power is limited, and its connection with the main body is limited.
However, the elders of the Wu Clan used secret techniques to continuously strengthen his soul. As Qingwu's soul gradually grew stronger, the connection between him and his true body became stronger and closer.
Through his clone, the influence that can be exerted on his body becomes stronger and stronger.
It's like a person can easily pluck out a hair and burn it without causing any harm to the body. But when this hair was cultivated into an arm and a leg using secret techniques, it was even cultivated into a heart, liver, lungs and even a head...
It cannot be pulled out easily, and it cannot be sacrificed easily.
"Let me die!" Qingwu clearly sensed the changes in his soul, and even felt that the mutual influence between his soul and his body was getting stronger and stronger.
"You... devils!" Qingwu cried, tears constantly flowing down his cheeks.
For the gods who live high in the sky, their distractions come and attach themselves to their clones. When walking on the Mu continent, they will use soul secrets to strictly limit their distractions.
First, guard against the human race in the Mu continent and use spells to attack their bodies.
Secondly, be careful not to let the distractions that come are so powerful that they backfire on you.
But Wu Tie, he has understood more than 30% of the alien avenues, including the various laws of the avenues inherited from the bloodline of the Dark Soul God Clan.
The soul secrets used by the gods can be broken by witch iron.
The secret soul technique in Qingwu Soul was cracked by Wu Tie. Therefore, Qingwu's distraction can be strengthened without limit, and his influence on the main body will become deeper and stronger, until his main body can no longer get rid of it.
"Devils!" Wu Tie stood at Qingwu's feet, looking down at him struggling crazily: "To us, you are the devils."
Qingwu's eyes bulged, with a cold light of resentment and fear in them, and he stared at Wu Tie: "Aren't you afraid of the wrath of the gods? By doing this, you have violated the bottom line, you..."
Wu Tie spread his hands and looked at Qingwu seriously: "Bottom line? Anger? You are going to kill us all. What bottom line are we afraid of? What anger are we afraid of?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Wu Tie said calmly: "If you don't give us a way to survive, why don't we rise up to resist? Well, I seem to have said this to Youruo and Wutou?"
"Ah, I can't remember clearly. Did I say this to them?" Shaking his head, Wu Tie smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, that's the way it is. You want to harvest our souls and bloodline at will, and we... Naturally, I have to do my best to protect myself."
Qingwu stared at Wu Tie blankly. After a long time, he murmured: "But, what's the use of you against me? The people who make the decision now are the people of the five major divine races!"
Wu Tie sighed and kicked Qing Wu's calf helplessly: "But who told me not to capture alive the people who made the decision as you mentioned? Who told me that you are the only one alive as a prisoner now?"
Qingwu smiled miserably: "Am I unlucky?"
Wu Tie said seriously: "Don't worry, your true self will be more unlucky than you... You see, so many evil spirits, evil spirits, death spirits, and disaster spirits all follow the connection between you and him and act on him. On the body...he will definitely be more unlucky than you."
Qingwu looked at Wu Tie's serious face and murmured, "Can you please let me go?"
Wu Tie raised his head and looked at the Dao Furnace, which was floating above the altar and was frantically devouring and transforming all kinds of ominous energy, and said slowly: "I also want to let you go... But, who will let us go?"
Qingwu was silent for a while, then smiled dryly and said: "If not, can you make a condition?"
Wu Tie looked down at Qingwu, was silent for a while, and then stepped on Qingwu's knees: "I am a clone of you, what is there to say? Just wait for your true self... Well, elders, curse his bloodline. "
Wu Tie said in a ferocious voice: "Curse with blood, curse all the people around this guy who are related to him by blood."
An elder of the Wu Clan, Jie Jie, who had countless weird talismans tattooed on his face and had a cold air lingering all over his body, laughed a few times, took out a black jade knife, and gently cut Qingwu's chest open.
"Little guy, don't be afraid. You won't feel any pain from any curse...but your true self, and those brothers of your true self. Haha, you are so riddled with bad luck that even if you drink water, your teeth will get clogged."
The elder of the Wu clan extracted a very fine multi-spiral stream of light from Qingwu's heart.
"Tsk, the so-called bloodline of gods? It's really interesting, interesting, and very different from my human race." A group of wizard elders gathered around in admiration, and carefully looked at this extremely thin multi-spiral stream of light.
"Our human race's bloodline only consists of two spirals of light... You actually have thirty-six light streams?"
"However, the structure is much simpler than that of my human race... It can be seen that your bloodline is not as good as my human race."
An elder of the witch clan who was proficient in blood curse witchcraft nodded, and then shook his head: "No wonder, you are looking at my human race."
Qingwu gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sharp roar from between his teeth: "The bloodline, glory and honor of my wise clan of gods, you humans..."
An elder of the Wu clan held a bone staff and smashed Qingwu's teeth into pieces with a single click. The broken teeth scratched Qingwu's teeth, making his mouth full of blood.
"Shh, shut up... Do you dare to say that the blood of your so-called gods is nobler than that of our human race... Haha, I can't listen to such words. Do you know what it means to be a hero who knows the current affairs? As a fish on the chopping board, you must learn to be well-behaved. How to write two characters!"
Qingwu looked at these ruthless Wu clan elders with tears in her eyes, constantly spitting out blood and broken teeth powder from her mouth.
At this moment, Qingwu really wanted to die.
But he was imprisoned so tightly that he couldn't even die!
In the Dao Furnace, the Poison Dao Seal from Lao Gao was nourished by strands of Dao charm. The Poison Dao Seal that was originally the size of a thumb has become the size of a human head. Countless evil spirits, evil spirits, and all kinds of unlucky negative breaths also continue to get into this poisonous seal.
Hundreds of Wu Clan elders stood under the altar, leading hundreds of thousands of Wu Clan sons and daughters, chanting witchcraft incantations at the same time, forming a Wu Clan formation. The power of everyone's souls gathered into one at this moment, pulling the people in the dark world. , the most unpredictable force of cause and effect, destiny between heaven and earth.
This power is undoubtedly terrifying.
Destiny, cause and effect, when you affect him, he also affects you.
However, hundreds of thousands of witch clansmen, led by hundreds of witch clan elders, set up a witchcraft formation with the rare and precious treasure of the Dao Furnace as the core. Most of the counterattack force was withstood by the Dao Furnace, and dozens of others The remaining negligible backlash is shared equally among all 10,000 people, and the force of the backlash is negligible.
The pyramid-shaped Xieyi Altar is a thousand feet high, and the side length of the base is about three thousand feet. The entire altar looks a bit flat and short.
The evil curse power, guided by the connection between Qingwu and his true form, continuously erupted into the sky.
Crossing the endless black void, he accurately captured the sacred mountain of the Wisdom Gods in the void. He plunged into the hall densely covered with countless prohibitions of the Gods, forcibly broke through the protection of the three pages of the Book of Wisdom, and gently invaded the mist. body.
In the main hall, just as Mi Wu stood up, he fell down inexplicably.
The chin hit the ground first, and with a 'click' sound, Mist's jaw bone broke into eight pieces, and one piece of bone even penetrated the flesh on the chin and stuck out.
Stroking his bloody chin, Miwu was on the verge of crying, and tenderly spat out a mouthful of poisonous blood.
Most of the skin on his body was ulcerated, poisonous blood was flooding in his body, and even three pages of a book of wisdom could not stop the spread of poison.
"I'm asking for help..." Miwu lay on the ground, muttering to himself with twitching all over.
"But... to whom?" The faces of the members of the intelligent God Clan flashed through his mind, and Mist shivered.
Thinking of the battle of wits and courage between himself and these brothers and tribesmen in daily life, the endless scheming against each other, and the ways in which everyone cheated and stabbed each other in the back, Miwu couldn't help but scream in despair.
"They're all a bunch of bastards!"
Misty moaned desperately.
"Then, I must save myself. I must save myself... I can't die here... I very much agree with these words of my ancestors - gods must be selfish. A qualified god with wisdom must have himself as the core. . Only by ensuring one’s own interests first can one talk about the interests of the ethnic group.”
"This sentence is so fucking reasonable!"
Miwu murmured: "I couldn't agree more... This is simply the motto of all the members of my Wisdom God Clan."
"So... my clone in Sui Dynasty, damn Qingwu, where are you?"
The Book of Wisdom suspended above the mist erupted with dazzling divine light, and the bright white divine light filled the entire huge temple.
After about half a cup of tea, Qingwu lying on the altar emitted a faint white divine light, and a vast consciousness descended, directly taking over Qingwu's spirit and body.
Qingwu's eyes turned pure white, as if two small suns were embedded in his eye sockets, and the white light emitted from his eyes illuminated the void for dozens of miles in radius.
"Oh, Martial King Wu Tie, it is really not a pleasant thing to meet you in this way."
Qingwu... No, Miwu stopped his futile struggle, opened his eyes wide, and looked at Wu Tie deeply: "Awesome, awesome... What method did you use to break through at least three major divine restrictions and directly attack my body? "
Wu Tie looked at Mist with great interest: "Three major divine bans? Tell me about them?"
Miwu took a breath: "Stop your curse, otherwise my body will have rotted before I can explain it clearly."
Wu Tie nodded. He raised his hand and pointed at the Great Avenue Furnace suspended above his head. The curses and various negative auras that were constantly being sent to the mist body suddenly stopped.
Miwu nodded with satisfaction: "The first level of the Divine Forbidden City is above your heads. Above this sky, there is the Divine Forbidden City that we use to isolate the human race and prevent you from flying into the void."
"The second level of divine prohibition is in the void above the sky. Even if some of you can forcefully break through the sky, you will not be able to cross the boundless void. You will be lost in it and completely confused. It is impossible for you to leave the Mu continent."
"The third level of Divine Forbidden City is just outside the sacred mountain of our Wisdom God Clan. This major Divine Forbidden City is connected with the observation outposts of other major God Clan. They are involved in each other and cover each other. The defense is very strong."
For the sake of his own personal interests, Miwu told Wu Tie the three major divine bans one by one in a very serious and practical manner.
He explained in detail the principles and effects of each of these three major divine bans.
Wu Tie nodded slowly: "So, it is indeed a very strong defense... But, in fact, you have been attacked by us, haven't you?"
Before Miwu could respond to these words, Wu Tie smiled brightly and asked him with a bright smile: "Let's get straight to the point, do you want to live or die?"
Miwu was stunned, as if he had never imagined that Wu Tie would ask such a question so directly.
After being silent for a while, Miwu said carefully: "Of course, if you can live, who wants to die?"
After a pause, Miwu hurriedly spoke, trying to give himself a little more initiative: "Of course, I'm not saying that you must have the ability to threaten my life. After all, I am the supreme commander of the Wisdom God Clan here. I think, I still have some ability to protect my own safety."
Wu Tie spread his hands and said, "Oh? Are you still being arrogant like this? Then, continue to curse... Ancestors, don't be merciful, just kill him!"
Wu Tie shouted loudly.
Miwu immediately screamed: "Slow... Okay, I admit, you may threaten my life... So, for the absolute safety of my life, we need... to have a good talk."
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