Protector Zuo slipped into the city, intending to divert the trouble eastward and borrow the lives of Wancheng's 100,000 sect soldiers in exchange for his own life.
There is a saying: he was so high-spirited when he was filling the cup, and how embarrassed he is now when he runs away.
I remember that when I first became an apprentice to learn the art, my master repeatedly told me not to use the sacrificial vessel as long as there is a risk of its revival, even if it is irreversible in the next second.
I didn’t understand it at the time. I was going to die soon. How could I care about anything else?
It wasn't until one day when a senior brother revived and massacred the entire Taoist tradition due to excessive use of sacrificial vessels that he realized it.
Dozens of strangers didn't even have time to resist, and they died suddenly in front of their eyes one after another. He was the only one who was lucky enough to escape.
After that, he wandered to the territory of the Golden Chan Cult and became one of them.
When dreaming, the senior brother will come with the help of strange power, and the other person's face will be twisted in pain, begging him to save him.
Through conversations with Brother Li Gui, who still retains some sanity, Protector Zuo learned that every time he kills someone according to the iron law, he will be subjected to hundreds or thousands of times of pain. Killing again and again is simply the most terrifying torture in the world for him.
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Therefore, he was extremely shocked and frightened by He Zhao's behavior of turning a human into a ghost. Even a lunatic would not be able to describe the situation.
Although as long as he stands still, he can be immune to the invisible blade. But here comes the problem. He is a human being and has normal physiological needs, such as eating, drinking, excretion, etc.
The devil can stand aside and wait for ten, fifty, or one hundred years!
He, can't.
If you stay where you are, you will definitely die.
"They are just a group of sacrifices. It is the honor of this group of people to exchange their cheap lives for my life." A fierce look flashed in Zuo's eyes. He took out a whistle from his pocket, put it in his mouth and blew it hard!
"Beep——"
A sharp and piercing whistle sounded, and the soldiers in the military camp woke up from their sleep, subconsciously put on their clothes, picked up their weapons, and gathered towards the central area of Wancheng.
In order to facilitate management, I have received training in the past year, and I have already become familiar with some simple exercises. After all, the guys who are not smart and refuse to cooperate are all buried in mass graves.
There were also people resting at home, walking around the streets and alleys, rushing towards their destinations like ants in small groups.
Outside the city, He Zhao felt a strange change in himself.
Wrapped in the strange black mist, the physical body seemed to be trapped in a void space, and the right arm seemed to be integrated with the killing sword.
But what's more uncomfortable is that this sacrificial weapon is not under his control. He is more like a tool, keeping his sanity but useless.
"Blood!"
"Life!"
"nourishment!"
"Completion!"
Four sentences kept echoing in his mind, making his head hurt.
Li Gui's perception is very interesting. Scarlet mist floats in the huge city, and He Zhao can clearly "see" every living creature.
People rushed to the center of the city from all directions, rats hiding in the dark, livestock in the nursing home, and even the panicked Protector Zuo who was running for his life.
"I" suddenly became eager for human life and blood. The red eyes became more and more bright in color, as if they could bleed.
"Click!"
He Zhao took a step forward and flashed from outside the city to the city.
In front, there were several Jin Chan Cult soldiers armed with swords. They were muttering, complaining about gathering in the middle of the night, and complaining to each other about Shangguan's unreliability.
"puff!"
The ruthless man raised his hand and swung his sword, and invisible sword energy burst out, killing several people in an instant.
The sect soldiers who were split into two immediately let out miserable screams from their throats. They crawled towards their lower bodies in fear, trying to piece them back together.
On the ground, a trail of blood and various internal organs were left.
"snort--"
He Zhao's mind went blank, because a pain that was a hundred times more cruel than being cut in half was suddenly imposed on his body. It is true that his body was unscathed, but the pain was real.
If he hadn't experienced hundreds of fancy deaths, just one stab would have caused him to suffer a mental breakdown and completely lose his sanity.
"Guardian Zuo!"
The low growl coming from his throat turned into a gurgling sound of unknown meaning, as if he was laughing.
"rub!"
The ghost shadow disappeared from the spot and suddenly appeared from behind Protector Zuo.
Raise your hand and wave the knife!
"grass!!"
Protector Zuo felt the strange power surge behind him and could only curse bitterly.
The other party is still sane, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why he would come to him.
"Don't even think about it!"
After the words fell, the golden sphere like the scorching sun appeared again, and the majestic spiritual power enveloped it in an instant.
"boom!"
With one knife, the golden spiritual power was broken.
From this we can see the difference in power between the sacrificial weapon before and after its resurrection.
"Stop it!" Guardian Zuo just wanted to delay for a moment, and the real killing move was already ready. He held a diamond-shaped jade stone in his hand and poured all the remaining spiritual power into his body.
"boom!"
The fierce ghost transformed by He Zhao was suddenly blocked by thick ice and stayed in place.
"Huhuhu..."
Protector Zuo looked at the jade in his hand, which was more than nine-tenths of the blood lines, with a look of joy on his face.
"How can a high-grade sacrificial vessel powered by my Feijingjing realm's spiritual power stop you, a brat like you, who turns into a ghost with a medium-grade sacrificial vessel?" After saying this, he turned around and continued running.
Although the power of the ice is overbearing, the sealing time is hard to say.
While the opponent is temporarily unable to break free, escape as far away as possible.
As long as he can leave Wancheng, even if the ice is broken, this little kid whose sanity is swallowed up by the desire to kill, can he still let a hundred thousand people go without killing him and just pursue him?
As for why he did not use a murderous sacrificial weapon, he pinned his hope of survival on a sacrificial weapon that was more of an auxiliary nature.
It's very simple. From the time he was born to now, he has never seen anyone who can really kill the devil.
There are only five ways to deal with evil spirits: expel, imprison, seize, confront, and blockade.
What's more, he can't kill someone if he commits a crime!
He Zhao looked at the fleeing Protector Zuo, and his teeth itched with hatred. Unfortunately, he was restricted by the ice, so he could only stay inside and stare.
'Wait a minute! I remember holding the crying bone in my arms, but I don't know if my spiritual power can be mobilized now.'
Thinking of this, he tried to move his body in the void space.
"Buzz——"
A trace of spiritual power overflowed and spread through the void.
'There is a door!'
Work harder.
"Woooooooo..."
Protector Zuo, who was trying to escape, heard plaintive cries.
An evil will descended upon him, a cold light pierced his back, and two malicious eyes stared at him!
"Buzz——"
The strange power fluctuates and quickly locks onto the target.
"Click!"
Protector Zuo maintained his escaping posture, and the only thing that could move in his body was his eyeballs.
The skull in He Zhao's arms was covered with scarlet lines.
The next second it flew up into the air and covered his head.
The ruthless man showed a sad smile, saying that he would not be itchy if he had too many lice, and he would not worry if he had too many debts.