"Tear!"
A strange but spine-chilling tearing sound was heard in the wilderness where only the chirping of insects echoed. Feng Xue casually tore off half of the appendages of the tentacle-like demon cultivator and found a handful of the original ones from the package. It was a real knife that was intended to be used as a "holy relic" to open the door. It decomposed the demon cultivator in front of him like a butcher deconstructing an ox.
Although [Devil Chef] still does not have an entry for condensed ghost stories, it provides a lot of [knowledge]. As this urban legend continues to spread in Victoria, Feng Xue's development of the [Chef] label becomes more and more sophisticated.
For example, facing the guy in front of him who had completely transformed into an echinoderm style, Feng Xue was still able to determine the characteristics of this "ingredient" in just a few cuts and conduct precise decomposition.
The efficiency even exceeds the dissections obtained directly from Infinite City during the corpse collector period.
"I thought there was something wrong with the feel of the head. It turned out that it was retracted directly into the stomach..."
Looking at the brain wrapped in the large intestine and small intestine in the abdominal cavity, Feng Xue muttered with a strange expression, but this "monster" who was still alive no longer had any organs that could make sounds, so although the brain was moving in a disgusting way The frequency was squirming at high speed, but it could not convey even a single cry for mercy to Feng Xue.
"As expected of a devil from the Demon Cult, he is really tough-talking!" Feng Xue let out a sigh that she didn't know if the other party could hear, and continued to dismember the body, trying to analyze the mystery of the other party.
It has to be said that the power of [Martial Arts] is really the strongest power in Feng Xue. As Feng Xue dismembers the demon cultivator, and as he injects the quiet fluctuations he generates into the demon cultivator's body little by little, With the inner force of the fairy attributes repeatedly washing away, the secret of the power of this demon cultivator is also slowly unfolding.
"So that's it, the ultimate [yang] power? So the proliferated limbs are [cancerous] plus [mutation]? But this doesn't explain that even dead objects are contaminated? Well, I thought differently, maybe this is it What about the unique metaphysical laws of the world?”
While Feng Xue warned herself that she could not use other worlds' worldviews to measure other worlds' systems, she tried to study this power system.
Under the power of [Martial Arts], everything in the world can be transformed into martial arts, not to mention that the "superpowers" of demon sect demons are recognized as [Martial Arts] by people in this world.
Feng Xue unscrupulously explored the various characteristics of this demon cultivator's body, studying the rules of Qi circulation, examining the basis of body mutations, and the strange plasticity of flesh and blood.
However, as time passed, the knife in Feng Xue's hand suddenly made a strange sound——
"Crack!"
Feng Xue only felt a pause in his palm, but under the full protection of the 22nd century toy, he was not harmed. He let go of his hand, and the knife used to dissect the corpse of the demon cultivator fell to the ground, and it seemed to turn into Like a living thing, it shot towards Feng Xue's face.
"You obviously don't have any ability to transform, where does the motivation come from?" Feng Xue narrowed his eyes. With the isolation of a 22nd century toy, he could unscrupulously release waves to feel everything around him.
Then, he realized that the knife was wrapped in a strange "air mass". The "air mass" was like tentacles and limbs, capturing the "qi" and other things in the world like a filter-feeding animal. , there is even one rooted in the body of the demon cultivator. Feng Xue can clearly judge that it is not controlled by the demon cultivator, but like a leech, drawing power from the demon cultivator.
In this way, the air mass continued to grow and shoot out a large number of tentacles, like three-dimensional mobile devices, attacking Feng Xue through various stretching behaviors.
"Interesting, although the way of existence is different, in terms of conclusion, it is quite similar to Wuxiang magical power! Is this the essence of demonization? Is it a so-called 'demonic energy' that can be self-sufficient? Demon Man Are they just carriers with dead objects? So what’s the deal with merging with the human body?”
Feng Xue watched with interest the constant attacks on her. She couldn't help but think of Mr. Accountant's brush that was completely attached to his right wrist, but he suddenly stretched out his hand.
"Qiang!"
Under the prejudgment of the arrow-avoiding protection, Feng Xue accurately grasped the demonized knife, and then activated a power that has rarely been used before -
【plunder】!
This is a gangster power that combines "change of use rights" and "obtain control rights". The moment it was activated, the knife that was going crazy to attack Feng Xue suddenly stopped moving, but Feng Xue could still He felt that the demonic energy escaping from the knife was still trying to get into the gaps in the armor.
"In other words, the attack behavior is not for 'damage', but some inherent attribute similar to 'Devil Sword Corrosion'? Similar to a 'parasite' looking for a host? Because dead things cannot provide sufficient amounts of Nutrition', so you are eager to find a carrier for parasitism?"
"Interesting things, I don't know what evil, poison, and poison are like." Feng Xue played with the knife that always wanted to be integrated with him, glanced at the panel of the all-things squeeze driver, and had already "played with it" today. "It's been more than twenty minutes, and in another thirty minutes, the anti-addiction system will be activated.
After thinking for a moment, Feng Xue took out an unused small wrapping cloth from her pocket, pressed the knife on it together with the still squirming body of the demon cultivator, and quietly observed the subsequent effects——
He was curious whether this contamination could affect the phantoms.
After all, theoretically speaking, unlike his ghost story, which is encapsulated in a protein shell that seems to conform to the rules of this world, the phantom itself is the crystallization of cognition, and it will not be affected by things other than information.
But theories are just theories in the end. If this kind of demonic energy can contaminate, corrode, and parasitize even phantom objects, Feng Xue will have to destroy this sample.
Because no matter whether he could bear the illusion or not, his body definitely couldn't bear it anyway.
"It's a good civilization to prevent addiction, but give me a chance to register with my real name! I'm over 18!"
Feng Xue muttered in her heart depressedly, and the salt appeared in her hand again. With the idea of not wasting it, Feng Xue tore open the bag of salt and sprinkled it directly towards the demon cultivator's squirming brain. Following an indescribable feeling, Squirming, the rapidly shriveled brain twitched even more violently.
"He's not dead yet?" Feng Xue looked at the brain wrapped in the tentacles of demonic energy in surprise, but she was still a little confused.
It is obvious that even dead objects can be parasitic, so why is it so obvious for evil cultivators that they can parasitize the brain?
Feng Xue shook his head, feeling that this might require a lot of samples to explain. Looking at the wrapping cloth that had not been demonized as time approached, Feng Xue still did not dare to bring it with him, but only used the small dagger that it would demonize. After being packed together, they were buried on the spot.
After doing this, Feng Xue took out a box of phantom matches that "can be ignited in any environment" from his pocket, scratched out a flame, and threw it into the still twitching flesh and blood remains. .
As the flames rose, the wisps of demonic energy wrapping around the flesh and blood began to become thinner. Finally, as the corpse was completely reduced to charcoal, there was no trace left...
Regarding phantoms, I have said many times that the power of the cognitive system, whether it is the authority of ghost stories or the ability of phantoms, is setting rather than physical interference.
In other words, "It can be done based on the settings, so it's OK", rather than "It can be done based on the laws of physics, so it's OK." Take the crystal that I got for Jeston before. There is no radiation in the setting. , so it really has no radiation, not even light radiation, but it can emit light. Just ask to set it.
In the same way, you can understand the life-support function of the transformer as adapting to the lamp, rather than thinking that the material itself can withstand nuclear explosions.
And how did you come up with the term protective toys? When a toy is said to be safe and reliable, why do you think protection is the main function? If you buy children's roller shoes, they will also come with knee and elbow pads. You can't say that the main function of roller shoes is to prevent falls, right?
There is also arrow protection, its function is not to feel the "fatal threat", but to feel the "long-range attack"! He can still sense your spitting and avoid it, whether it is fatal or not has nothing to do with it.
As for why you should hide when facing Kaibozu, it’s because the battle between Kaidan and the battle between people and Kaidan are different. When dealing with real people, if they say they are indestructible, they are indestructible, but when facing Kaidan, you can’t be sure whether the opponent will have any There are targeted factors and even powers such as [ignore defense] and [all things connected].
Facing things in the real world that are based on the physical laws or metaphysical laws of this world, the Kamen Rider suit can basically resist, but when it comes to illusions and powers based on [cognition], Feng Xue can hide or have to hide.
It’s still the same sentence - the setting is too big, and the special attack is on the sun.
(End of chapter)
