Under the destruction of such sword energy, a little corpse demon was newly awakened.
He actually has a corpse demon repairing ability comparable to the legendary level.
This is simply unreasonable.
Bailian's regenerated right hand was a little weak, and Xinsheng's skin became paler and less energetic. He raised his right arm with sore muscles and bones and hugged Wen Hanwei's trembling body.
Yingying's blood shimmers in the light.
He lowered his head and met Wen Hanwei's eyes.
Both of their eyes looked calm as they faced the impossible battle ahead.
"What is this?" Wen Hanwei asked, revealing the shock and trembling in the man's heart. She gently poked his regenerated skin with her blood-stained fingers, tilted her head slightly and asked curiously.
Balian's skin stung a little when she poked her.
He sheathed the small sword and said: "The talent of the corpse demon race is extraordinary healing. I have swallowed a corpse bead that is as beautiful as a corpse. This talent should be plundered from it."
After hearing this explanation, Wen Hanwei fell into deep thought.
The man on the throne suddenly stood up: "Absolutely impossible!"
His handsome face was flushed with heat, and the muscles in the corners of his eyes were trembling.
"Racial talent is like the zombie demon's second killer weapon. It is a supreme blessing from you! Walking zombies like the mixed-blood zombie demon are not even qualified to awaken the talent! Only the outstanding beings among the zombie demons can, through constant plunder, Evolve, risk your own life, and only under extremely harsh conditions can you awaken..."
Scarlet eyes looked up and down Baili Anzai carefully, and his magnetic and rich voice trembled slightly, as if he had seen something impossible.
"You have such an advanced talent as 'devouring', which is already a huge mystery. Judging from your aura, you are so weak and pitiful. If it weren't for the blood contract, I could easily kill you with one finger!
It is absolutely impossible for you to be an extraordinary corpse demon, but if so, why can you possess two completely different talents at the same time! "
Balian looked at the man with high emotions and couldn't help but ask: "Extraordinary level corpse demon? What is that? I know that in the human world, the levels of corpse demons are mortal corpses, leaping corpses, and shadow corpses. , Flying Corpse, Jue Corpse, Corpse King, Corpse Emperor, Corpse Ancestor, Corpse God.”
The man was startled, then smiled contemptuously. He seemed very patient in response to his questions, like an older man trying to answer his questions.
"It's really a vulgar ranking method. Only vulgar and stupid creatures like humans can think of being called Tathagata like this. However, although it is a bit vulgar, it does not violate the definition of the strength and weakness of zombie demons.
As for the extraordinary level I am talking about, it is the classification of bloodline levels in our world of corpse demons, just like the quality of spiritual roots possessed by humans. "
Spiritual roots...
Speaking of spiritual roots, Balian seemed to understand something.
Jinsheng once told him that all monks in the world are those with spiritual roots.
Spiritual roots have the wonderful function of communicating with the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and spiritual roots are also needed to connect and maintain the cultivation nodes in the human body.
The higher the quality of the spiritual root, the wider the bridge connecting the nodes.
The spiritual power flowing on the spiritual roots is like the travelers walking together on the bridge. The greater the number, the greater the power it possesses.
With a certain amount of spiritual power, one can build a more solid, stable and towering divine palace at the end of the bridge.
For example, if a human being has ordinary spiritual roots and practices for thousands of years, and his body turns into loess and dry sand, he may not be able to build a small divine palace to sense the heaven and earth and turn into an immortal.
Just because the quality of the spiritual root is too inferior, the amount of spiritual power it can withstand is limited.
If we say that the spiritual root of Fanpin is like a funnel of water droplets.
Then the high-grade spiritual root is like a mighty river, vast and grand.
There is a difference between the two.
As for the corpse demon, there is no spiritual root hidden in the body, and what flows in the body is not spiritual power, but blood magic power.
The man seemed to have suddenly discovered something interesting, and he excitedly raised his palm and pointed at the patch of skin where Balian had been injured and repaired.
"Speaking of which, you should have realized that under the severe injury just now, even if you have the talent of 'healing', it is absolutely impossible to repair your bones and flesh to such perfection in an instant. It's just now that a drop of blood from my body splashed into your wound, and that's why you were so lucky."
Yes, ever since the battle and withdrawal, Balian has been feeling a drop of blood as hot as carbon fire surging in his body.
Even after repairing his injuries, the blood was still actively beating in his body and had not been completely consumed.
This man's blood power is so strong that it's a bit abnormal.
The cruel reality reminded him time and time again that this man had a power that he could not overcome.
Balian's heart became increasingly heavy. Facing an opponent of this level, he really didn't know how to escape from him.
"King level, legendary level, extraordinary level, tyrannical level, excellent level, and finally, hybrid level."
The man's laughter circled in the vast darkness: "Your expression now is really appetizing, how about it? You need me to tell you, who is this great man standing in front of you?" Is it a bloodline level?"
His smile was strange and dangerous: "This is the truth that countless people have wanted to know. I will soon dig out the many secrets hidden in your body. The most rewarding thing is that I can't tell you this information."
Balian said decisively: "No need, I'm not interested in your affairs."
This man is very cunning, and underneath his elegant and perfect skin is the true face of a beast that is bloodthirsty.
Knowing this information at this moment will only be harmful rather than beneficial to the recent war situation, and it will put a heavy burden on my heart.
In this way, he would rather continue fighting with this unknown danger.
"It's really sad." The feminine temperament on the man's face was swept away, and a cold smell of blood and rust from the blade enveloped the two of them.
"At least let me carve my name into your heart. You are qualified."
"Si Kong, this is my name."
Outside the deep valley, deep in the sky, thunder roared, and the sound shook the nine heavens. The world that could not be conveyed by light seemed to be torn apart by the thunder and purple lightning, like an angry god imposing punishment.
It seems that this name is a taboo name that cannot be mentioned and is treacherous and unethical.
The black mist torn apart by lightning slowly gathered.
Sikong's feminine and beautiful face looked like a demon in the night in the light and shadow, and the smile on his lips was like blood.
"Since you are disobedient, no wonder I am cruel in my methods. I will break open your chest and abdomen, dig out your heart and soul, and reveal the deepest secrets to my eyes."
"Young man, I hope your healing talent can sustain you until the end."
By the end, the words like razor blades gradually give people a sound texture that is gradually no longer real.
The wind coming from all directions seemed to have a soul, like a night ghost screaming and whispering in the dark, with high and low voices, pointing directly at people's hearts.
Sikong slowly raised his palm, and the dark night wind between heaven and earth became the most loyal servant under his feet.
