My Brother Is The Protagonist

The moment the woman's true spirit was drawn out, the woman coughed up a big mouthful of blood, soaking the clothes.

After that, the woman's eyes lost the brilliance, as if she had lost Hun and Po, and her head dropped down, as if she had died.

"Do you dare to do this so that you are not afraid of our revenge?"

The woman's true spirit screamed in Tai Shujing's palm, and she felt that own true spirit seemed to be infiltrated and lost her mind.

"You're really kidding, well, shut up."

Seeing the woman's true spirit screamed, just like the shrew who cursed the street, Tai Shu was silent for a while, and he was still ashamed of death at the moment before. Silence is golden.

The milky white light enveloped the true spirit of the woman, and she soon closed her mouth.

Through the woman's true spirit, Tai Shujing understood what they were here for, and what her own mission was.

It's just that Taishu Jing searched the woman's memory and found no other useful information, let alone a glimpse of this mysterious organization.

"The division of labor is too clear, and it's hard to follow along."

With a squeezing of the five fingers, the woman's true spirit shattered. Tai Shujing suspected that these people would erase all previous memories when they started the mission to prevent information from the forces from leaking out.

"Jing, do you know something?"

Xiaobai looked at him curiously, although Tai Shujing's methods were not friendly, but facing the enemy, he did not need these useless compassion.

Therefore, Xiaobai didn't feel much about his methods, and thought it was normal.

"Well, although it's not all, but I know about it. They came here this time mainly to awaken a few quasi-kings and the real kings."

"The number is uncertain, but I don't think there should be only one or two. Otherwise, there is no need for mass killings and blood sacrifices."

The uncle rubbed his chin quietly. This blood sacrifice method was also very magical. It didn't require rituals, just killing directly.

The energy of the blood sacrifice will be directly transmitted to the master of the origin through the origin power carried by these people, which is why so many people carry the same origin power.

"Several quasi-kings and kings, these people have big plans."

Hearing those words, Xiaobai Xuebai's eyes showed a strange color.

Only by casting Immortal's body and successfully transforming Immortal's will can he be called the Quasi-King.

For example, she and Tai Shujing are the two quasi-kings, only waiting for them to pass the Heart's Demon calamity and condense the mark of the king, they are the real kings.

Heart's Demon Tribulation can be said to be the easiest level on the road to becoming a king, and it can also be said to be the most difficult level.

The Heart's Demon that Heavenly Dao dropped will target everyone's weaknesses and interrogate them, which can be regret, regret, pain, sadness, helplessness... all kinds of negative things.

It is undeniable that these seemingly insignificant negative things often cause the ascetics' Heart's Demon.

The bad result may lead to Qi Deviation, causing injuries, or death and disappearance.

Therefore, it seems that there is only one word difference between the quasi-king and the real king, but it is the difference between heaven and earth.

Among them, perhaps the worst is talent, penance, fortune, chance and good fortune, all of which add up to become a true king.

"Yes, coincidentally, the target they want to awaken is also in our destination."

Nodded, Tai Shujing gave a chuckle.

"There, it seems that the situation will become more chaotic."

Xiaobai naturally knows that place, the last good fortune that all of them will fight for is right there.

By then, there will be slaughter everywhere, and there will be enough blood to carry out blood sacrifices without even the mysterious force taking action to awaken those quasi-kings and kings.

"We can't stop this, but even if we wake up, we will kill them again in a big deal. The dead should be a dead person and resurrect from the dead with blood sacrifices. The law of heaven is intolerable."

A cold color appeared in Tai Shujing's eyes.

"Puff, Jing, what a dead person is, you should be a dead person."

Xiaobai was amused by Tai Shujing's words.

"Smiles, what's so funny, the good atmosphere is ruined by you."

Squeezing Xiao Bai's face, Tai Shu Jing said angrily.

"Jing, I was wrong."

Being pinched on her cheek, Xiao Bai had to pretend to admit her mistake, showing a pitiful appearance.

"You."

Seeing Xiaobai's appearance, what could Tai Shujing do, gently stroked her cheek, there was no way she could do it.

"Whee."

Xiaobai smiled triumphantly at uncle's quiet eyes.

"Dispose of her body first."

Withdrawing her hand, the uncle gestured to Xiao Bai quietly. Although this woman had committed a large number of murders, but now that she is dead, there is no need to provoke her anger. Even if she is cut off, nothing can be changed.

"Um."

Nodding, Xiao Bai thought, the white dragon claws dispersed, and the woman's corpse fell down, floating in the void.

Xiaobai reached out into the woman's Dantian, and brought out a black light source, which was the woman's holy world, and then threw it into her own holy world and was broken up.

As soon as she flicked her sleeves, the woman's body fell to the ground, and Xiao Bai lifted her palm up and covered it with thick mud.

After doing all this, Xiao Bai flipped his palm and took out a token, which was a bit crimson in color.

"Let's go."

Glancing at the token in Xiaobai's hand, Tai Shujing knew that it belonged to the woman.

The pattern of the token is still a Rakshasa, but the color changes to crimson, indicating that when this token becomes completely crimson, it should represent the existence of the quasi-king or even the king.

Taking advantage of the darkness, the two disappeared in place.

Day by day, more than two months have passed since the beginning of Taoism, and the three-month deadline is about to come.

At this time, in a place of Taoism, changes are taking place.

This is a place full of mist, and gray mist is everywhere.

This gray mist was filled with a decayed smell, like an old house, uninhabited, and began to decay over the years.

Looking around, with the naked eye, only objects within a distance of one or two feet can be seen, and only with divine consciousness can you see farther things.

Even in the area shrouded by this mist, the divine consciousness can't extend far.

The mist was filled with a faint red and black color, and looking at it was a bit infiltrating, you could tell at a glance that these red and black colors were the aggregation of murderous intent and Killing intent.

It is like a real air current, floating in this mist of invisible boundary.

It is precisely because of these murderous intents and Killing intents that the divine consciousness cannot extend too far in the mist, and it is easy to be tainted by the Killing intents here and affect the mind.

In serious cases, it is likely to turn people into killing machines.

It was felt that the aggregation of these murderous auras and Killing intents revealed a long-lasting taste, as if it had existed for a long time.

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