Another mouthful of blood gushed out from between the Chiss man's lips, and flowed out along the corners of his mouth on both sides, and instantly turned into two solid black air, like two ferocious fangs.
This kind of forceful escape after resisting several masters also caused a lot of damage to his body. For the masters of the seven realms, the damage inside the body is likely to affect the longevity.
Practitioners of Qi who practice Yinshen and ghosts have a shorter lifespan than practitioners who practice other methods in the world, but Qisi people don't care about this.
How long you live is not the key, the key is whether you can burn life to the strongest and most wonderful.
Originally, he only came here with the mission of Emperor Qi, to get rid of this young opponent who made Emperor Qi feel uneasy, but the opponent unexpectedly brought out the supreme skills from the Temple of the Witch God, which brought infinite possibilities to his future.
Su Qin's complexion was extremely gloomy, his pupils were full of dead energy, only a strange crystal light gushed out from the depths of his pupils, it seemed that the sealed sea of energy had solidified into some kind of crystal, that kind of crystal The faint light came out from his pupils again.
No one can keep up with the Chiss.
The Chiss and his real figure were sneaking in the night, which was completely different from the direction where the few black clouds were fleeing.
But if someone can be by the Qisi people and his side, they will definitely sympathize with Su Qin's next encounter.
Because when it comes to killing people, practitioners who practice yin gods and ghosts may not have the quick and straightforward killing methods of Qin Jianshi, but when it comes to the torture of spirit and vitality, the masters of the Daqi Dynasty have countless strange methods .
In their hands, some practitioners can even become neither human nor ghost, and they don't even know what they are.
The Qisi people believed that Su Qin knew this, but he knew that Su Qin might not be reconciled, so he felt it necessary to remind Su Qin of this again.
When his figure passed through the bustling streets of Chudu, passed through the wilderness, and arrived at a cemetery of former Chudu nobles, he stopped.
After the capital of Chu was destroyed, most of the nobles in the capital of Chu in the past no longer existed. This cemetery had been dug up by the refugees and became a paradise for wild dogs. The bones of some famous figures in the history of the capital of Chu were scattered Gotta be everywhere. Only the fragments of the coffin and some undecayed exquisite clothing fragments can remind people of the difference between these bones and ordinary people.
Princes and generals, after a hundred years, will only return to dust.
The Qisi people smiled slightly mockingly, he turned his head to look at Su Qin, who was unable to move, and said, "You should understand that after being captured by a Qi master, the most tragic experience is not to be killed directly, but to become him. Even death cannot escape the refining materials in your hands."
"Strictly speaking, I'm already a practitioner of yin gods and ghosts, so of course I understand." Su Qin looked at him and spoke.
The vitality in his body could not circulate, and his speech was almost entirely dependent on the tremor of the vocal cords. His voice was extremely weird, but to the surprise of the Qisi people, his tone was still very calm, with an unspeakable hostility.
"Are you trying to say that if I pass on the Wushen skills to you, you will give me a good time? But how can the world be as good as you want, if you really want to use such a method against me, imprisoning my soul forever In a living body... Then everyone will be exhausted like this, I will be in hell forever, and you will never be able to obtain this exercise."
The Chiss were not offended.
He looked at Su Qin in silence for a moment, and finally understood why Emperor Qi had such an intuition.
Some people are cruel to others, but Su Qin is the kind of person who is cruel to himself.
Such a person, even if he sinks into hell forever, will have a hostility and firmly believe that he will be able to stand up one day.
Such a person is not crazy, but a real lunatic.
"Maybe we have the possibility of cooperation?"
He was silent, but Su Qin's voice remembered again, and instead took the initiative in the room, "I have witchcraft and mysticism, and I have the support from the Daqin military, and you are the strongest practitioner in the Daqi Dynasty now, Yan After the baby, you should be the leader in the hearts of many Daqi practitioners, if you are with me, how likely do you think it will be?"
"Maybe we can build a dynasty."
After a pause, Su Qin's weird voice sounded again: "A dynasty that is stronger than the current Chu Dynasty and Daqi Dynasty. We may even have a chance to defeat Yuanwu and Bashan Sword Field."
"There is no such possibility." In such a strange and seductive voice, the Qissian shook his head quietly, and said slowly and clearly, "Some people can become leaders not just because of their cultivation."
Su Qin closed his mouth knowingly.
Some people can stand on the highest place because of their stubborn pride.
At this moment, a strange light ignited in the depths of the Qis people's eyes.
He felt a powerful aura approaching the cemetery.
Any Daqi cultivator who cultivates yin gods and ghosts likes this kind of place where yin qi gathers, which ordinary people don't like. The long and unique practice allows a master like him to absorb some beneficial benefits from such a place between breaths. The vitality of heaven and earth. So it is not uncommon to be able to guess that he might pass by this kind of place. The key is, what kind of person came so fast, and what kind of person dared to come.
What he can be sure of is that after that split-second fight in the newly built Chu Palace, those masters knew the gap, and they would never dare to scatter and follow him, and they would never dare to appear in front of him alone.
As far as he knew, there was no practitioner in Chudu who dared to face him alone.
He was curious.
The figure of a little girl appeared in his field of vision.
The reason why she is called a little girl does not refer to age, but to her figure.
The woman who walked across the grass at the edge of the cemetery in the dark was very petite, her hair was very short, it seemed that she used to have the same short hair as a man, but now she hasn't grown her hair for a long time, so it only reaches her ears. .
However, as the woman approached, the oppressive sense of breath in that perception became stronger and stronger, so strong that even his eyes shone with shock.
The weeds are burning.
Grave mounds were ablaze.
The other party did not hide the aura on her body. The temperature of the flames produced by these combustions was not at all as good as the temperature of the arrogance around her.
Looking at the woman's quiet but mad face in the light, the face of the Qiss became absolutely solemn.
He nodded slightly, and said, "Mr. Zhao Jianlu, Zhao Si?"
The little girl exuding an oven-like aura returned the gift.
"What does Mr. Zhao Si mean?" the Qisi man asked.
"Bai Shanshui is not here, ask me to look at Chudu." Mr. Zhao Si replied Zhao Miao with an unchanged expression.