He spurted out a mouthful of blood, his fat face suddenly turned pale as a dying man as he trembled, and his whole body was directly damaged and suffered heavy injuries.
The refining of the blood spirit by the blood curse was closely related to him. Now that the blood spirit was killed by Shenluo with a snap of his finger, as a caster of the blood curse, he would naturally suffer the backlash of the curse.
Not to mention the middle-aged Shangguan Hongming, the Taoist priest Wu Yazi on the side was unexpectedly caught off guard when Shangguan Hongming's blood spirit was destroyed.
The attack magic weapon he sacrificed together with the blood spirit was too late to take back, so he could only bite the bullet and use his own magic weapon to continue attacking Shen Luo.
Shen Luo did not hesitate to use his secret skill, the Blood Soul Diamond. One day, with the spiritual water in his hand, he could restore his lost longevity. He raised his hand and pointed at Wu Yazi's natal magic weapon.
There was a ripple of dark light at the tip of his thumb, and the surrounding air shrank slightly, and then a red-black slender light shot out, turning into a rainbow streamer and hitting Wuyazi's magic weapon.
There was a "bang" sound.
A violent explosion suddenly sounded, and the curling fireworks bloomed like gorgeous flowers.
The explosive sparks appeared, causing the magic weapon to make Wu Yazi whimper for no reason, let out a scream, his face suddenly turned pale, and his whole body was severely damaged.
His strange behavior was a symptom of the monk's natal magic weapon being destroyed and suffering backlash.
The natal magic weapon can be used as a monk's cultivation level to grow, and it can advance to a special existence together with it. In the same way, it is similar in nature to the middle-aged Shangguan Hongming's sacrifice to the bleeding spirit.
As long as what is sacrificed suffers a devastating blow, the monk himself will suffer unspeakable backlash damage.
At this moment, Wu Yazi, whose life magic weapon was destroyed, and Shangguan Hongming, whose blood spirit was destroyed, both suffered serious injuries.
Among them, Shangguan Hongming was the most seriously injured. He used the spell of Blood Spirit to consume a lot of essence and blood, which in itself damaged a lot of his own vitality. After the Blood Spirit was destroyed, he was even more injured. Now he can be said to be There is no way to fight back.
Seeing all this, the middle-aged man Shangguan Hongming was stunned. He stood there with his eyes wide open and stared in disbelief. The pair of Wuyazi magic weapons and Shen Luo's method just now were full of shock and horror.
He knew that Shen Luo had extraordinary magical power and had a powerful magic weapon in his hand. His strength was not comparable to that of an ordinary mid-stage golden elixir monk.
But he never expected that Shen Luo would destroy the magic weapon that Wu Yazi had been refining for a long time just by raising his hand and attacking with aura. Such a powerful strength was too frightening.
Shangguan Hongming was afraid of Shen Luo's strength, but also resented him. He resented why Shen Luo didn't show it before because he had such a magic weapon that could destroy people.
If the other party had shown this method earlier, he would not have dared to jump out and turn against the other party even if he had the courage to do so. Now he regretted in his heart that he should have turned against the other party for the sake of his own interests.
Wu Yazi didn't know what he was thinking about his good brother, the middle-aged Shangguan Hongming, but he just looked at the sinking in the distance with an ugly and bitter look on his face.
Ye Mei, the woman in red, was very surprised. She blinked and looked at Shen Luo. Du Jie narrowed his eyes in thought, not knowing what he was thinking about.
On the field.
The middle-aged man Shangguan Hongming suddenly changed his expression from normal for some unknown reason. He smiled and said jokingly: "Fellow Daoist Jiang has misunderstood. Everything is a misunderstanding."
Seeing the sudden change in Shangguan Hongming's attitude, Wu Yazi hesitated for a brief moment and understood that this was the other party's idea of submission. He quickly followed his words and said shamelessly, "Yes, Fellow Daoist Jiang has a misunderstanding. Everything is a misunderstanding."
Ye Mei and Du Jie on the side were dumbfounded when they saw Shangguan Hongming and Wu Yazi's change of attitude. They didn't know what kind of trick these two people were playing. They were still fighting to the death just now, but why did they suddenly change now.
After a flash of thought, the two people quickly understood that Shangguan Hongming and Wu Yazi could not defeat Shen Luo together, so they came up with the idea of surrendering to the opponent.
Shen Luo saw that the attitude reversal between Shangguan Hongming and Wu Yazi was very funny. He also understood that these two people could not defeat him in a battle of wits, so he wanted to give in to him so that he could let them go.
The two of them had good ideas, but Shen Luo would not let them get what they wanted. He would not easily let go of those who wanted to harm him or others, and would kill them and spread their ashes.
Now that both of them were seriously injured, it was rare that Shen Luo was not in a hurry to kill the two of them and had the idea of playing.
He wanted to see what these two people would say and how they would resolve the conflict.
So he walked down the slope and put one hand behind his back, and said in a playful tone: "What do you mean by this, fellow Taoist? Just now I looked like I wanted to eat you, why am I misunderstanding now."
The middle-aged man Shangguan Hongming thought it was a joke when he saw Shen Luo talking, and continued: "We just wanted to witness the skills of fellow Taoist. After the fight just now, we have already seen that your fellow Taoist is very human, so I want to give up my share of the treasure we agreed on earlier." With fellow Taoist, in addition, for the unhappiness just now, I am willing to compensate fellow Taoist 10,000 spirit stones and hope that fellow Taoist will accept it."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man Shangguan Hongming took out a storage bag containing spiritual stones and held it in his hand.
After listening to the words of the middle-aged Shangguan Hongming, Shen Luo laughed secretly in his heart that such words were fooling people.
Don't call it a fool, even a three-year-old child wouldn't believe it, let alone a man who has been cultivating immortality for many years.
Besides, ten thousand spirit stones in exchange for his life would be too little to resolve this conflict.
"So that's what happened."
Shen Luogu pretended to be serious.
The middle-aged man Shangguan Hongming was happy, thinking that the spiritual stone bribe was quite good. As long as he was willing to spend the spiritual stone, the matter would be over.
Before he could speak, Shen Luo from a distance continued: "It's just that these Ten Thousand Spiritual Stones are a bit small. Fellow Taoists said it was a misunderstanding, so we should show sincerity."
"Sincerity? Fellow Daoist Jiang, what do you mean?" The middle-aged man Shangguan Hongming paused and asked.
"Since fellow Taoist you want to show your sincerity, you should hand over the storage bag on your waist to me. Only in this way can you show your sincerity. I wonder what you think?" Shenluo Lion opened his mouth and said with a slight smile.
"Ah, this..."
The middle-aged man Shangguan Hongming was stumped. The storage bag was his fortune. There were many spiritual stones, pills and other items in it, which were the lifeblood of his cultivation.
If he handed over the storage bag, it would be the same as killing him. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.
Shen Luo saw that Shangguan Hongming was in trouble, so he changed his tone and said forcefully: "Why, fellow Taoist, aren't you willing to show sincerity?"
He said the word "sincerity" very strongly, with a strong sense of threat.
The meaning is obvious, don't you want to resolve conflicts?
Either do as I say, or wait for me to attack, it's up to you.
The weak eat the strong.
There is no fairness in the world of immortality. Only big fists are the last word. The strong always dominate the weak.
