What Wei Mi practiced turned out to be blood magic.
But no matter how powerful the spell is, it is not worth mentioning in the face of strength.
Wei Mi took action, but Wang Sheng did not, and Liang Huan was stunned on the spot, as if he was not aware of the actions of the outside world at all.
Qi Tian showed a hint of interest in Wei Mi's move.
His cultivation level, which was about to reach the Fifth Palace Stage, was equivalent to the half-step golden elixir of a Qi-training monk.
He was sure of defeating Wei Mi without using brick magic weapons.
Qi Tian swayed and was in front of Wei Mi.
Then he turned one hand into a fist and the other into a claw.
He jumped up and collided with the red light.
The red light flickered unexpectedly, but it persisted Qi Tian punched me again Wei Mi naturally knew that Wang Sheng had not moved.
Now that he was fighting alone, there was only one way to die, but he was still unwilling to give up.
Wei Mi made a secret with both hands.
Suddenly, there was a flash of blood, and he passed through the sky at a tricky angle.
He suddenly jumped ten feet away.
It turned out to be a blood escape technique.
Qi Tian just smiled slightly, ducked, and with strange steps, he arrived in front of Wei Mi, and at the same time he was hit with another fist.
Wei Mi couldn't help vomiting blood, but here's the wonder of the blood path.
Even the blood spit out from the injury actually made Wei Mi's escape technique faster.
Qi Tian found it interesting.
In the blink of an eye, he chased the red light and punched dozens of times.
But even so, Wei Mi still persisted.
Wang Sheng sighed and spoke as if he was just gossiping, "This kid is also a ruthless person.
It's a pity that he has bad luck and ill-fated fate.
Whether it's his mind or other things, he is considered top-notch."
"Oh" Feng Wu curled his lips, "All these years are just from building a foundation to being a Golden Core cultivator, that's all."
"You're wrong," Wang Sheng suddenly seemed to be familiar with him, as if he had a different personality in the beginning, but now no one finds it weird, with a look of regret on his brows.
"When he escaped from the Qingyun Sect, he has been fighting and running for his life for so many years.
He has little time to practice, but even so, he has broken through the golden elixir cultivation level, and is even more powerful than the Nascent Soul cultivator."
"Humph," Fengwu said noncommittally, in the Qingyun Sect's study.
When he went to steal the jade slips, he was worried about this person.
At first, he was even afraid of a small foundation-building monk, but now he can crush the god-transformation monk.
All of this is ridiculous, "For so many years, you He is still a Jindan monk, but his qualifications are stained.”
"Haha."
Wang Sheng also had a wry smile on his face, "I don't know why, but I can't break through this level of cultivation, but I keep getting knotted with golden elixirs one by one.
Now I can be regarded as full of golden elixirs.
"Weird" Fengwu was inevitably shocked by Wang Sheng's candid attitude, and thought that this child was quite enlightened.
"After thinking about it, I am becoming more and more suspicious of myself."
Wang Sheng said the truth, but his expression was indifferent, and his eyes were even focused on the battle over there.
It seemed that the matter he was talking about was not his.
But this sentence is all a secret, "I have been walking for so many years, and I also hope to understand my origin.
I have a vague guess."
"What's the guess?"
Feng Wu saw that he made himself so mysterious, and became interested.
Even Er Hui seemed to understand.
"I feel like I'm just a clone, not the real person."
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When Wang Sheng said this, his expression changed a bit, with a sense of loneliness and pain that no one could understand.
"Scared" Feng Wu actually stepped back.
"Why are you telling me this?
I didn't want to kill you.
You don't have to talk nonsense.
You were the one who brought me to Qingyun Sect back then.
You were pretty good to me."
"Alas."
Wang Sheng didn't know why.
In fact, many people had heard his rhetoric, but no one believed it.
Everyone thought he was either stupid or crazy.
But he felt that the fact that he was a clone became more and more real, and the truth frightened him.
He was afraid of who the real person was.
If he fused back, would he still be the same person?
Then why did that person need a clone again?
Qitian's fists brought wind.
During the blows, he worked hard to learn the "shock sense".
He knew that the impact would cause vibration, and the vibration would hurt others.
He could use a slight shock when others hit him.
Waves are used to offset the damage.
Similarly, strengthening the vibration when attacking others will also bring higher damage.
Wei Mi was unwilling to give up, but knowing that he couldn't run away, he made up his mind to make at least a piece of meat fall off Qi Tian's body.
The bloody light surrounding Wei Mi gradually faded, and a bloody ball appeared in his hand.
There was a face struggling on the ball.
It's exactly the bloody mess that Qi Tian saw from Mr.
Eight-faced Man.
However, when Qi Tian looked at the bloody coating in Wei Mi's hand, he felt that the power it revealed was small and powerful, and it looked like there was an old man inside.
Wang Sheng looked there, "Do you still remember Wei Mi's father?"
"Yes."
Fengwu shook his head and nodded again, seeming to have some impression, "As for the old man who used his son to be so tyrannical that Qi Tian had his legs broken, let me tell you, when Wei Mi chased Qi Tian, it was also because of his father.
Bar" "That's true."
There was a vicissitude in Wang Sheng's eyes that did not match his age, as if he was discouraged, and he seemed to have experienced a hundred years of loneliness.
Fengwu glanced at him, and felt a little pity for the old man.
He remembered that although the real person in the past was slovenly and unkempt all day long, he was indeed a monk with personal pursuits.
Back then, he loved food and would not hesitate to go into the wilderness to collect materials. , and he doesn't hesitate to meditate on cooking skills all day long, but now that the old man doesn't look crazy, why does it make people feel that he is worse than crazy?
Fengwu felt that something was missing from Wang Sheng, but he couldn't tell what it was.
"Wei Mi got a relatively complete blood inheritance back then, so he didn't treat him out of respect for me, but actually because he wanted to refine such a blood smear of a close relative.
Thinking about it, people's hearts are really scary.
Ten years of hard work, just to make a step forward for myself.”
What Wang Sheng said made Feng Wu very confused.
Why did this guy seem to be in the same camp as himself?
Shouldn't he be accompanying Wei Mi?
"The old man died in pain.
A mere mortal became a murder weapon today, but the price is not small."
Wang Sheng muttered, telling everything.
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There was no reason, just because he understood everything.
Not caring at all.
Qi Tian was also very cautious about the blood smear.
He held his breath and concentrated, and punched out with both fists at the same time: golden light emitted from his fists: