Maldo Bevan looked at his body and limbs, falling into a long silence of cognitive collapse. In fact, Li Cang didn't need to explain this kind of thing. As the person involved, he obviously had more say. Quan, that huge and ferocious face that could stop a child from crying or a woman running at night seemed to be full of weakness and helplessness for a moment. The tentacles in the mouth were wilted, and she squeezed out with trembling lips. A question: "Can you still fight it back?"
He even looked a little pitiful for no reason.
cough.
However, strictly speaking, this kind of post-operative consultation, which is extremely technical and beyond the scope of Li Cang's understanding, is really not suitable for an accurate biological definition, and Li Cang can't do anything about it.
Maldo Bevin's control over the residual limbs currently only remains on the head. Based on his life level, it is estimated that the other residual limbs will soon be equipped with their own heads, butts and other parts. This process has already In the reading, when the red-eyed giant head saw the state of those limbs that should belong to him, it showed a kind of urgency and a kind of panic originating from the depths of the soul——
"No!"
"No! Stop them! Stop them!"
"I listen to you! I listen to you all! Don't let them form a will of their own! Kill it! Or kill me!"
“@#￥%……”
Purgatory is a good place, but it is not necessary for the living and the dead except for the 72 pillar gods mentioned by Maldo Bevin. If not, the red-eyed giants would not fall into purgatory together as a last resort, regardless of the fact. , just - we might as well boldly brainstorm, what would be the reaction if the 72 Pillars God discovered this magical phenomenon?
Li Cang was confused: "Have we damaged the brain of this thing? What is he afraid of if he puts it aside?"
Li Laisi spread her hands and said angrily: "How do I know~"
This was obviously not the answer Maldo Bevin expected. It didn't even waste time to continue begging, but directly began to recite the previous incantation. The grand recitation was accompanied by a duet of furious curses: "You will regret it. ! You will definitely regret it! Let this world be buried with me! The true names of the 72 Pillar Gods will turn into fangs that devour this world! I am waiting for you in Purgatory! I am waiting for you in Purgatory!"
Clang!
With a knife and a hammer, Maldo Bevin's upper and lower jaw were neatly separated on the spot with his mouth as the boundary. The bright red tongue hidden in the clusters of tentacles trembled silently in embarrassment.
This guy is a tough guy, but his dream is a bit too idealistic. With the lesson he just learned, how could Li Cang possibly let him score twice.
"It's useless, it's useless!" Perhaps the splitting of the devil's heart really caused great harm to Maldo Bevin. His eyes were sluggish and his mind began to go crazy. He kept repeating nonsense: "This is real. Magic, the devil's words, the devil's curse, once started, it can never be stopped, it's useless, haha, it's useless."
Maldo Bevin was right. Even a serious injury such as separation of the upper and lower jaw, which severely hindered the production of speech, still could not prevent the curse from continuing. Wisps of blue-black runes continued to be generated out of thin air between the two heads of its head. It entered the air and was embedded in the non-existent void curtain, making a sonorous sound like a Honglu bell. Even the edge of each strange rune seemed to be firmly embedded with something, blooming. It emits a golden glow that can be described as "holy". Every time a rune is lit, the singing from the unknown zone becomes louder and louder.
"Pray: Give me a break~"
Li Cang covered her mouth before Li Laixi finished speaking: "Prodigal bitch, why are you so unreliable like Lao Wang?"
Are you kidding? You dare to pray for something like this?
"What should we do? Will we, the two of us, have to sit in the mortal world in purgatory as companions and ride horses galloping around to share the prosperity of the underworld?"
Soon, the number of runes embedded in the pile of corpses and the heads of the two people reached more than two hundred. The increasingly urgent and solemn singing indicated that the spell casting was about to be completed. Li Cang thought that he had recruited foreign aid to cut the blood bar and cut off his personality. It's so fucked up, but I didn't expect that this master would be a scum who would never put out the fire even though he was under the fire.
Where does he have the right medicine on hand?
Eh?
ball sack
Just because you don’t have it on hand doesn’t mean you don’t have it on your wrist!
Li Cang gritted his teeth, picked up the big wand and gave his left wrist a hard blow.
Boom~
In the teeth-searing explosion, half of Li Cang's arm was directly exploded into powder by his own violent power and gigantic wand. The power of the three phases spread for several kilometers like the scorching sun that bakes the earth. It is said that this thing with the same origin is convenient. The red and white rainbow did not even disappear discretely. It bounced back directly like a lump of maltose firmly stuck to the top of the big wand, with almost no loss.
The arm was gone, and so was the soul necklace. It wasn’t until Li Cang’s arm was rebuilt layer by layer with bones and nerves, blood vessels, tendons and muscles laid, that the three black, white and red commemorative characters appeared on the already blurred body. Goukun's neural nodes and the blue and gold brilliance of the gold are written stroke by stroke——
Buzz~
A section of white bones has just turned into claws, and a ferocious arm thrust straight into the void.
"Ahead of China, the gods are forbidden to travel!" Li Cang shouted in a straight voice: "Now people are fucking sneaking over here to blatantly steal your business and ride on your heads to shit~"
Li Laisi: (_)
Yes, this prodigal man is just my human tool. He is at most a Taoist friend. He is neither my boyfriend nor my mother’s son. I don’t know him well at all!
The metaphysical manifestations of the Exorcist Soul Chain were not once or twice. In the dark, Li Cang always felt that this thing was the counterpart of his profession. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, it was a mule or a horse drawn out for running around. It was just an arm, anyway. There's nothing to lose, and it's not like the little coin kid who always wants to pull coins out of my wallet!
Let's go!
Somehow, this kind of metaphysical word has saved Li Cang's life more than once, bringing him strange inspiration or weird experience. Now this time, it has reached the point where he feels like he is ready to spit out his words, not so much that he is unhappy. In Li Cang's mind, it is better to say that it is more like the memorial soul bracelet and even the not tall memorial monument standing behind it are saturated with all kinds of mysterious and mysterious feelings besides his six senses. invite.
Li Cang couldn't describe that feeling, if he had to describe it.
Jill was so depressed that she turned purple!
My brain is hot!
Li Cang is willing to believe in this kind of metaphysics, just like he is willing to believe in Lao Wang's unpredictable luck.
In short, the Three-Character Sutra ripped from the memorial tablet did not disappoint Li Cang, and even made Maldo Bevin's eyes almost pop out of his sockets.
The runes floating in the air that could not be touched or destroyed were twisted and deformed like tadpoles at the moment when Li Cang's arm of human flesh and white bones was thrust in with a pestle, shaking its head and tail on the sky, creating unpredictable ripples, as if struggling. It's like escaping.
"@#￥%?" Maldo Bevin spit out a string of garbled characters: "￥#@%*?!"
How could I be so fucking virtuous and capable? When the big devil from hell comes, I have to kneel down when I see this kind of peep show. The devil’s true name is as precious as the human soul, and its appearance represents something that cannot be violated. The power is both an oath and a curse, but now
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