A scream rang out, and Liang Xiaoshu's body was thrown out and fell heavily to the ground. His body was covered with wounds, dripping with blood, and stained his clothes red.
He raised his head with difficulty, his face full of resentment: "How is it possible? My magic clothes are almost complete, how can you be his opponent?"
He had originally sworn that he would win without a doubt, but who would have thought that he would lose everything once he fell. Not only would his magic suit be destroyed, but he would also be seriously injured to the point where he could not even escape.
If Song Xing's main attack target hadn't been Mo Yi, and if he resisted desperately, he would have turned into a corpse by now.
Such an ending really made him angry, humiliated and desperate.
"Speaking of which, what on earth was that thing just now?" Song Xing said calmly, "You tell me his origin, and I'll let you go."
"Hmph." Liang Xiaoshu sneered again and again, "Do you think I'm just a fledgling? This kind of talk is enough to coax a three-year-old child."
Liang Xiaoshu knew in his heart that with the decisiveness with which Song Xing acted just now, even if he revealed the details of the demon sect, Song Xing would not let him go.
"If that's the case, then just go die."
After Song Xing finished speaking, he took a step forward and came to Liang Xiaoshu in an instant, and slapped Liang Xiaoshu on the chest with his palm.
Liang Xiaoshu's eyes were red, and he roared, a large amount of black mist emerged from his body, and quickly transformed into the shape of a giant spider in the air, which was almost ten feet long. His fangs were ferocious, he roared with filial piety, opened his mouth, and bit Song Xing fiercely.
Song Xing was not afraid, and with a flick of his wrist, streaks of thunder burst out.
The thunder light collided violently with the black mist, making an astonishing sound like bursts of muffled thunder.
As a member of the Demon Cult, Liang Xiaoshu still had several weird attack methods besides the magic clothes. Unfortunately, because he was seriously injured and Song Xing was really tyrannical, the only thing he could use was this move inside his body. The magic power gained through cultivation transformed into spiders to attack the enemy.
This illusory monster was huge and powerful, but its defense was not as powerful as the magic suit. It was quickly dispersed by Song Xing and turned into nothingness.
Song Xing's offensive did not slow down at all, and he punched out again.
Liang Xiaoshu's body flew straight out, glided directly for a hundred meters, hit the horse-tying stone at the end of the street, and was forced to stop.
Liang Xiaoshu was lying on the ground, red blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, his face was as pale as paper, his breath was weak, his eyes were dull, as if his life was hanging by a thread.
His body was covered with dense scars, shocking and bloody.
However, despite this, Liang Xiaoshu still did not surrender. His face was full of resentment: "Song Xing, don't even think about forcing anything out of me."
"Haha, have you really thought about it?" Song Xingdan smiled indifferently, slowly raised the Blood River Sword in his hand, pointed the sharp blade at Liang Xiaoshu, and said in a cold tone with endless threats and indifference: "Since you are so If you are loyal to the Power Gang, then go to the underworld and be loyal!”
When Liang Xiaoshu heard this, he looked up to the sky and laughed, sarcastically saying: "Song Xing, don't think you can sit back and relax just because you can avoid our pursuit. No one can escape the power gang's pursuit order."
Song Xing raised his eyebrows: "I'm waiting for Li Chenzhou to come and kill me in person."
Liang Xiaoshu said, "It won't take long before the Power Gang will find you and crush you to ashes. Not only that, no one related to you will survive. If you offend the Power Gang, there will never be a place for you in this world." !”
"There's so much nonsense." At this moment, Song Xing suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched Liang Xiaoshu's neck.
He wrote casually and flicked it to the side. Liang Xiaoshu was thrown to the horse-tying stone next to him. Several crisp sounds were heard. His head hit the tree trunk, his eyes widened, and his whole body twitched for a while. A large amount of black mist emerged, and then there was no breath.
Song Xing didn't even look at him. He walked towards the dark fog, stretched out his hand and took out a secret book from Liang Xiaoshu.
He was very interested in Liang Xiaoshu's method of cultivating evil arts.
After all, such evil and weird martial arts are unique and very rare in the world.
He guessed correctly. Liang Xiaoshu indeed carried a secret book with him. In addition, Song Xing also found a thin stone compass in his arms.
The stone plate was extremely light and as thin as cicada wings. It seemed to be polished from a completely transparent stone, with a few lines of text and a picture scroll engraved on it.
Song Xing flipped through the secret book in his hand and frowned.
This method is not a righteous method. The content recorded in it is full of evil and sinister atmosphere. If you are not careful, you will go astray, become possessed, and become a demon. Everyone will cry out for beatings.
The most important thing is that practicing this hell disguised form will eventually lead you to enter the demonic path, transforming your originally human body into something like a monster, neither human nor demon, weird and evil.
Although he longed for the secret book of Taoist cultivation, Song Xing still dismissed such evil skills, threw the secret book aside, and looked at the stone plate.
He stretched out his index finger and pointed it at the center of the stone. The stone plate glowed slightly with fluorescence, and the pattern engraved on it became a little clearer.
The picture shows a man sitting cross-legged on a huge altar.
The man is tall and burly, with a dark and rugged face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a high nose. He is wearing black armor, a jade belt around his waist, and a long knife on his back. He exudes a fierce and domineering aura.
"Huh?" Song Xing looked at the picture, his brows gradually furrowed, "Why does this picture look familiar?"
Suddenly, he was startled and blurted out: "Is this...the military leader Chi You?"
Chi You was the ancestor of the Jiuli tribe in southern Xinjiang and the biggest rival of Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang. Records related to Chi You in later generations are all written by gods and obscure.
"Huanglan Tomb Tomb" records: "The Yellow Emperor and Chi You fought in the wilderness of Zhuolu. The Yellow Emperor killed him and his body was in different places, so he was buried separately."
As for how the Yellow Emperor defeated Chi You, he also relied on the help of destiny.
"Shu Yi Ji (Part 1)" records: "Chi You's ears and temples are like swords and halberds, and his head has horns. He fights with Xuanyuan and uses his horns to challenge people, but people can't attack him."
It even demonized Chi You. Only in later generations did Chi You gradually rectify his name, and respected him as one of the three ancestors of Chinese civilization together with the Yan and Huang emperors.
"Could it be that these magic techniques were passed down from the hands of Chi You in ancient times?" Song Xing whispered to himself, his face becoming solemn.
Since ancient times, there have been many witchcraft poisons in southern Xinjiang. Ye Aichan spent twenty years trying to eliminate the witchcraft poison in his body. It can be imagined that it is weird and evil.
As Chi You was the master of Miao Jiang, the techniques he passed down were definitely the top magic techniques in the world.
Thinking of this, Song Xing took out two copper coins, and a strange wave spread out. Immediately, the two copper coins flew out, accurately landed on the stone plate, and settled in the center of the stone plate.
The next second, the scene on the stone tablet suddenly changed. The world seemed to be upside down, the sun and the moon were reincarnating, and the mountains and rivers were changing rapidly. Finally, when the picture was frozen, a huge void appeared on the stone tablet.
The void was deep and dark, pitch black, like a huge whirlpool. In the center of the whirlpool, there was a huge stone tablet floating.
When Song Xing carefully brought his consciousness close to the stone tablet, he seemed to encounter a huge spiritual storm. The terrifying power ravaged the void and suddenly ejected his consciousness.
