But after the six senses left, the thorns and vines that were heavily entangled in Jiujiu's body began to submerge into her body, as if they were integrated with the growth of her body, and they were like blunt knives, dismembering and slicing her body. Come apart.
So under Bai Lian's helpless gaze, Jiujiu's body seemed to have been fabricated from some kind of clay.
It was cut into countless pieces by those black thorns and sharp swords, turned into the nutrients of the mountain, and was deeply pulled and absorbed.
Bailian's expression changed greatly and he wanted to catch her.
But as soon as his palm touched her body, he could clearly feel that Jiujiu's body really turned into sand and flowed through his fingers.
After Jiujiu's body was swallowed and absorbed by Jianshan, Balian only felt her aura becoming more and more dispersed, getting further and further away from him.
Everything seemed to have become what the Six Consciousnesses said, and Tiansheng Jianshan became a huge stomach of the True Ancestor Evil God.
But the ninety-nine turned into a piece of food that was decomposed in the stomach of this evil monster.
The soul was cut into millions of parts and digested into nutrients for these thorny flowers of desire. This was a more thorough method of erasure than the annihilation of the Six Paths.
For the squirming thorns in front of me, the black-leafed flowers exuding a mysterious and fragrant mist blurred out.
Balian raised his arms and let the fragrant mist spray on his body.
The buds that pushed through his skin meandered into thin green vines, entwining between his arms and connecting with the dense thorny mountain.
The moment the green new vines connected with the thorns as hard as steel, a dirty black spirit spread out from the thorns and began to spread towards the new vines to contaminate them.
The fragrant mist surrounding Balian's body is getting heavier and heavier. Bulging flesh bags and buds can be seen everywhere in his body, and the muscles under the skin are also constantly changing and surging.
If this continues, I am afraid that before long, Balian will become the second carrier of the True Ancestor Evil God and completely lose his consciousness and soul.
But Balian seemed to have discovered something interesting at this moment.
The corners of his lips, which were black and cracked as if he had been poisoned, were slightly raised: "I suddenly realized that you are actually very pitiful... My true ancestor."
The wall of thorns in front of him surged like a wave on the sea, and faces that looked the same as the ninety-nine students emerged.
'They' said in unison: "Now that you have become my meal, who is more pitiful?"
Balian said: "The invincible and omnipotent True Ancestor Evil God indeed has the power to make the whole world fear him, but now in my opinion, the True Ancestor is just a pitiful person who is so barren that he can't even have a body. Just a guy."
The surging movements of the human faces in the wall of thorns became more violent, and their facial features showed a death-like indifference and calmness, but in the undulating sea of faces, one could still feel their angry emotions.
"I am everywhere, and all creatures in the world are my slaves, my containers, and can be used at any time. The body that you humans are proud of is nothing more than a shackle to bind the soul to me."
"It is precisely because of the bondage of the physical body that the body dies and the soul dies."
"I have no body, so I will never die."
Bailian said: "You are so disdainful of the physical body, but you have to rely on the power of making wishes to obtain other people's physical bodies.
It's hard for me to imagine that if there were no living beings in the world, you would be nothing more than a useless body of chaos. "
"Without eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and heart, a wandering and lonely soul, what's the difference between you and that parasitic insect?"
The 'faces' surged more and more, and 'they' laughed at the same time: "Do you know what you are doing right now?"
Balian didn't answer.
"You are bewitching evil gods."
Balian smiled: "But you are wavering."
A thorn swung out like a whip, but did not fall on Balian's body, cracking open the heavy thorn wall behind him.
"You get out of here."
"You are actually willing to let me go?" Balian's tone was surprised, but there was no surprise on his face.
Those faces gradually became calm: "The seeds of my desire have entered your bones, and the energy of karma in your body has been sealed in your bones.
Give up, boy, you can't do anything to me, and I can't accept all kinds of food. "
"The source of karma in your body has only been sealed by me, but it has not disappeared. You are not a delicious and useful food to me."
The implication is very simple, that is, Bailian, who is unable to use his karma, can no longer pose any threat to the True Ancestor Evil God.
As far as Baili'an is concerned from the evil god, it is useless to eat and it is not a pity to discard it.
On the contrary, the karmic breath in his body cannot be digested after being eaten, and it accumulates in the body like a stubborn disease, which is also annoying.
The True Ancestor Evil God is not an ordinary monster. It does not possess pure love and hatred, and will not cause unnecessary killings unless necessary.
Even if what Balian said offended it.
"Leave here, with your karma and black bones, you can still save a life in this troubled world."
Clusters of black flowers of desire began to grow on Balian's body, but he did not look back at the human light shining through the darkness behind him.
Instead, he got even closer to the wall of thorns filled with faces.
"Why are you driving me away? Since the karma in my body can pose a threat to you, now is the best time for you to kill me."
Bailian smiled on his face: "What are you worried about?"
The True Ancestor Evil God said calmly: "Most of the food delivered to your door is highly poisonous, so I'm not that stupid."
Those faces all opened their eyes, staring deeply at you Baili with their eyes that were similar but different from Jiujiu. They all said: "There is no one you want to save here."
"Yeah?"
The arm covered with vines that Balian raised once again sprouted a new vine branch, and it reached out in a certain direction. Among the sea of thousands of identical faces, the vine branch approached the side of a face. On top of the nearby thorns.
The vine branches were tightly wrapped around the thorns, and Balian's arms tightened and exerted force. Under the reactionary pulling force, the thorns wrapped around his body scratched the skin and flesh, and the roots were stretched and broken.
He used his strength to bring his body to the face whose expression, demeanor, and facial features were exactly the same as those of thousands of other faces. There was no difference at all, and it was like a perfect copy.
He met those eyes and suddenly smiled relaxedly: "Why are you so careless? If you are trying to hide and seek, you have to hide yourself well. I found you again, Miss Doll..."
