Demoness’s Art of Vengeance Chapter 62: Ke Xinwen in chaos
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However, this moment of silence didn't last long and was interrupted by one thing.
"Hiss——" Jun Xiaomo took a breath of cold air. She only felt a slight pain in her fingertips, and when she placed it under the candlelight, a drop of bright red blood slowly leaked from the tip of her index finger.
"Why are you injured?" Ye Xiuwen frowned slightly, and couldn't remember what "Yao Mo" touched.
Jun Xiaomo put the index finger in his mouth for a while, the blood on the index finger disappeared, and no more blood leaked out.
"Big Brother Ye, don't worry, it's not hurt." Jun Xiaomo explained with a smile, holding his chin and placing a dot on the cheek, "Remember the humanoid puppet I put on the bed this afternoon? I am Use a drop of blood and a piece of talisman paper, plus a puppet formation to get it out, now it should be destroyed by someone, so this drop of blood returned to my body."
Ye Xiuwen didn't know much about puppets, so after hearing what Jun Xiaomo said, he raised his eyebrows with interest.
"Unexpectedly, Brother Yao, you know a lot."
Strictly speaking, a puppet is neither a formation nor a talisman, but its production also uses formations and talisman. Therefore, it is more complicated than the formation and talisman. A kind of partial knowledge.
In fact, few decent people will learn how to make puppets, because in most people’s minds, puppets are things that are only liked by the cultivator-some cultivators will be on the dead Manipulating his hands and feet creates a high-level puppet called the "living dead". This kind of puppet has no thinking, no pain, and only obeys the maker's instructions. It is a very terrifying existence.
Therefore, most people who claim to be "decent and decent" disdain to understand the knowledge related to puppets.
Although Ye Xiuwen doesn't know the specific method of making puppets, he has no prejudice against this kind of thing. Everything has two sides. Knowledge is no distinction between good and evil, depending on what the user does with it. Like the one made by "Yao Mo" today, it was not made with dead people, and the ultimate goal was just to protect itself.
Jun Xiaomo found that Ye Xiuwen didn't have a look of "disgust" in his eyes. He bends the corners of his lips happily, then lifted his chin and said, "Of course, no matter if you want to run over to find me tonight. Who is this person? He underestimated me and he was doomed tonight’s tragedy, huh! Don’t think that my puppet was placed there, and it will cost a price to destroy it."
Ye Xiuwen's eyes flashed a smile, and he once again discovered that this young boy and the little junior sister were really alike-when he was triumphant, he lifted his chin, like a proud little peacock.
However, this kind of pride is not annoying, on the contrary, it is a little bit more cute and unpretending.
"Okay, amazing little brother Yao, it's late, should you consider taking a bath and going to bed? You have to get up early tomorrow." Ye Xiuwen rubbed Jun Xiaomo's head, joking. Asked indifferently.
"Puff...cough cough..." Jun Xiaomo almost squirted out the tea.
Well, she was so proud just now, she forgot about the tangled things again.
——Should she lay the floor tonight, or should she just sit down?
As a result, it turns out that she still has only one choice, which is to "sleep in the same bed" with Ye Xiuwen...
On the other hand, as Jun Xiaomo expected, Ke Xinwen, who was sucked into the room, saw the figure behind the bed curtain. "Yao Mo" slashed over!
The wind blade technique is one of the basic spells practiced by the Feng Linggen monks. Regardless of its reputation, it is not easy to practice well. The number of wind blades, the speed of wind blades, and the wind The sharpness of the blade, as well as the cultivation level and attack accuracy of the cultivator, all determine the ultimate power that this spell can show.
Ke Xinwen's control of the wind blade technique is actually not fine, but he likes to throw out a huge number of wind blades at once. When the dense wind blades flew towards "Yao Mo", Ke Xin Wen smiled distortedly, he felt that "Yao Mo" would definitely die this time!
He waited for the scream at the moment "Yao Mo" was torn apart by the wind blade. As a result, he only waited for a huge roar--"Boom!"
The humanoid puppet on the bed exploded at the moment it was torn apart by the wind blade.
The strong impact directly shook Ke Xinwen upside down and slammed into the door panel behind him severely. The internal organs were as if they were shifted. He hadn't waited for Ke Xinwen to slow down. , Ten sharp wind needles shot straight at him again, and inserted precisely-into his chest.
"Cough...cough cough..." Ke Xinwen clutched his chest, feeling that his breath was choked, and every breath would cause severe pain.
Of these ten wind needles, three of them hit the meridians near Ke Xinwen’s dantian, directly blocking the flow of spiritual energy in his body. If he can’t solve these three wind needles, he can only be in A situation that can be slaughtered.
Ke Xinwen hurriedly took out Shu Ling Dan from the storage ring, stuffed it hastily into his mouth, and swallowed it forcefully.
Shu Ling Pill is generally used to clear the meridians blocked due to poisoning. Its price is not cheap. There are only three rings in Ke Xinwen's storage ring, but Ke Xinwen can't take care of that many. Now, a series of things gave him a bad feeling in his heart.
After swallowing Shu Ling Pill, Ke Xinwen's chest pain soon disappeared. He leaned on the door panel and stood up and looked viciously towards the bed——
Yao, Mo! He won't kill this kid tonight, he swears not to be a man!
Is Ke Xinwen a violent temper, or a very small-minded violent temper. He thought it would be easy to kill Yao Mo tonight. Who knew he hadn’t met since he approached this room. It's a good thing.
Don't say killing Yao Mo, he didn't even touch the corner of the other party's clothes.
If the person who came was Qin Lingyu, now he would leave sensibly, leaving the green hills in, without worrying about no firewood. These traps are clearly a series of traps set by the formation master "Yao Mo". Continuing to stay here will only encounter more uncontrollable things.
But Ke Xinwen is not Qin Lingyu. He is so angry that he has long lost his sense. Now he just wants to catch "Yao Mo" and tear it apart piece by piece!
What about "Yao Mo"? Ke Xinwen was taken aback, and found that the bed was empty and there was no one at all.
"Okay, it turned out to be hiding!" Ke Xinwen sneered, "There are two more things, I don't believe you can hide for one night!"
Ke Xinwen has never imagined that "Yao Mo" is not in this room at all. She is enjoying tea and chatting with her dear brother. By the way, she squints and imagines Ke. Xin Wen looked unlucky now.
Ke Xinwen took out a huge knife from the storage ring, walked to the closet, and slashed it severely. The wooden cabinet was slashed in half, and it was empty and there was nothing inside.
The text of Ke Xin thought that "Yao Mo" would hide in the closet, so he took a knife and smashed it, but there was nothing in the closet.
"Oh, very good, then let me see if you are hiding under the bed!" Ke Xinwen walked towards the bed with a sullen expression and chopped several wind blades under the bed. As a result, Nothing happened either.
However, Ke Xinwen found a small piece of paper on the bed. This small piece of paper should have been soaked with something special and glowed with a faint fluorescence. It said: Dear night visitor, Are you frustrated because you can't find me? Haven't you heard of a kind of talisman called "invisibility talisman"? I love the way you hate me and can't kill me, smiling face.
The anger on Ke Xinwen's chest suddenly rose higher, he sneered, crumpled the small piece of paper into a ball, and threw it to the ground fiercely.
"Yao, Mo, do you think I can't deal with you if you are invisible? Hahahahaha..."
Ke Xinwen quickly swallowed a Spirit Gathering Pill, which was able to double his attack power in a short time. Ke Xinwen slowly accumulates his energy, and the momentum on his body suddenly rises. With him as the center of the circle, a very obvious low pressure zone is formed, and the air in the room is also divided into countless dense small wind blades, surrounding Ke Xin. The text spun faster and faster.
This is the strongest large-scale swarm attack spell that can be used by the twelfth-level cultivating monk Feng Linggen, the "Gust Wind Technique". Now Jun Xiaomo’s room is like a level 12 hurricane, and there are countless small wind knives that can shred all human bones in the wind. Undoubtedly, if there is a person with a low level of cultivation standing here , It is definitely about to be cut into minced meat, even the bones will not be left.
"Take it to death!" Ke Xinwen roared, the surrounding hurricane group burst suddenly, and all the furnishings in the room instantly turned into powder.
——The ultimate ultimate move of the Gale Art was actually used by Ke Xinwen to deal with a small formation wizard with the first level of Qi training.
"Hehehe..." Ke Xinwen stood there as desperately, looking around the room completely destroyed by him.
The Gale Art is a very serious move that consumes aura, especially for monks like Ke Xinwen who have not yet reached the foundation building stage. Generally speaking, it is not a critical moment, and seldom practice Qi Twelve. Level monks will make this ultimate move.
Jun Xiaomo actually forced Ke Xinwen's ultimate big move out, which shows how angry she is at Ke Xinwen.
Ke Xinwen smiled, the expression on his face gradually stiffened--he didn't smell the **** smell that he expected.
It stands to reason that even if "Yao Mo" uses the invisibility talisman, after Ke Xinwen kills him, it will leave a strong smell of blood. However, except for the smell of sawdust, the air cannot smell at all. To the smell of blood.
"What's the matter!" Ke Xinwen's eyeballs burst out, and he can't accept the result that even this can't kill "Yao Mo".
At this moment, Ke Xinwen found that there was a faint light in the original room where the table was placed. He walked over and saw a corner of the paper exposed among the sawdust—this is another piece of paper. .
A chill suddenly appeared on Ke Xinwen's back, and he suddenly felt that he might have fallen into the trap of "Yao Mo" early in the morning.
Who is this "Yao Mo"? Why can he count every step? Perhaps, he came to kill "Yao Mo" today. It was a wrong decision...
But if he went back in embarrassment, Ke Xinwen would not be reconciled. He hesitated for a while before leaning down and pulling out the paper between the sawdust.
This piece of paper seemed to be stuck somewhere, and Ke Xinwen tore it off with a little force.
Ke Xinwen wanted to see if this note was written by "Yao Mo" just now, or it was placed here early in the morning. After all, when he first walked in, he didn't see the note on the table. .
Is "Yao Mo" not dead yet, is he still in this room? The more Ke Xinwen thought about it, the more chilled his back was. He even wondered if the level of "Yao Mo" was much higher than what he said, otherwise, why would he still be alive in the attack of Gale Art.
"Do you think I'm not dead?" The content displayed on the note is still in the hateful tone, "I don't want to hit you, but I'm really not dead yet (smiling face). Yes. Yes, this piece of paper is glued under the table and is connected to a formation. If you tear off this piece of paper, congratulations, you have activated the formation. Enjoy this last carnival, this It's the'great gift' I gave you, no thanks."
"Wh...what?!" After reading the content of the entire note, Ke Xinwen discovered that a faint blue array aperture appeared on the ground under her feet. This aperture was so huge that it almost encircled the whole Room.
The blue light became stronger and stronger, but Ke Xinwen's feet seemed to be stuck, unable to move a single minute. Vaguely, in the halo, a black shadow seemed to be condensed, and the appearance of the shadow became clearer and clearer...
When Ke Xinwen saw the appearance of the "people" walking towards him, panic almost overflowed from his pupils!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-"
In the deathly silent room, a shrill and horrified cry echoed.
Outside the room, there is still a quiet street scene, and the night is thick.