Chapter 186: Serious Injuries to Fatalities

The power of the Fated Man surged madly into Jiang Luo's body, and the air in Jiang Luo's body disappeared at a terrifying speed.

Jiang Luo gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his body.

He didn't know how the Predestined gained the power to make offerings, so he simply let the Predestined make offerings of themselves.

The Spirit of the Word possesses absolute power, and the predestined man could not help but follow the Spirit's command to get up and light incense, and begin to make offerings to Jiang Luo, and the power in his body flowed toward Jiang Luo in a turbulent manner.

The offerings from the false gods easily allowed Jiang Luo to feel the power of the ashes.

Jiang Luo The corners of his forehead produced bean-sized beads of sweat Every meridian and cell on his body was washed over by the tremendous power of the offerings.

It hurts, it hurts like hell.

It was as if the whole bone had been crushed and remodeled, and the human body had been forced into a non-human force, a force that forcefully and brutally tried to transform Jiang Luo's body into a stronger form.

It hurts too much.

It hurt more than the eighteen times he'd died in his dreams.

The effect of the Harmonizing Charm Water soon disappeared. Without the effect of the drug, the Fated Man's surge of emotion towards Jiang Luo suddenly diminished, and his mind became clearer, yet he still failed to break free from the control of the word spirit.

The air in Jiang Luo's body is so huge that he can draw hundreds of talismans without stopping, not even Chi You can do that.

He used the word spirit to kill Chi You three times in his dreams, destroying Chi You's vast dream world. Such air cannot be underestimated even by the Fated Man.

The Fated Man blanched slightly.

The residual emotions brought about by the Harmony Rune Water did not seem to have faded completely, not only with the power of the word spirit, but the predestined man was even emotionally inclined to listen to Jiang Luo, and he looked at Jiang Luo with a complex gaze of reverence and love, but also defense and the pain of having his power extracted.

His mind was divided into two parts, one part struggling to escape from the grip of the word spirit, and the other part, like a believer, willingly offering its power to Jiang Luo.

The more the host tries to break away from the word spirit, the more air is needed for its operation. Jiang Luo repeatedly experienced two kinds of pain, one is the pain of his body being impacted by the power of offering, and the other is the stinging pain brought by the rapid decrease of air.

He knew he was undergoing an earth-shattering change, and he could only row against the current.

The incense burner on the table burned faster and faster, the smoke haloing the room in a blur. The Fated One's hand holding the incense trembled slightly. This was the most dangerous moment the Fatalist had experienced since becoming a False God.

Who would have thought? Who would have thought that Jiang Luo's psionic art would be channeling word spirits that are on par with speech spirits?

The word spirit with a thousand years of history is like a rope tightly wrapped around the predestined person.

Jiang Luo gulped his throat, his throat was fishy and sweet.

He'd love to pull the Custodian down in one breath before killing him, but he's human and can't absorb two hundred years of the Custodian's power in one breath unless he wants to explode and die on the spot.

Jiang Luo knew that if he absorbed any more, he was going to die from too much power.

And his air, too, was about to be drained.

The Nemesis was really strong, but Jiang Luo felt that he wasn't too bad either, and he could feel that he had taken almost half of the Nemesis' power.

His temples were bulging with the desire to survive, and his mind was particularly calm. When he was about to reach the critical point, Jiang Luo took a decisive step back, interrupting the power transfer.

The long incense fell from the predestined man's hand, and he gasped softly for a few moments as he slowly sat back in his chair, holding onto the armrests.

Jiang Luo's purpose had been accomplished, and as soon as the first strand of the power of the offering entered Jiang Luo's body, Jiang Luo instinctively knew how to access the power of the offering.

It's like a mountain with no way out, just give a head start and you'll naturally know how to go the rest of the way.

"Cough, cough ......"

Looking at the pale-colored predestined person, Jiang Luo pulled up his lips and shook the yin and yang ring on his wrist forcefully.

Four movements led to the Underworld, and he shook it four times in a row.

After shaking the Yin Yang Ring, Jiang Luo only felt that the tip of his nose was all filled with the smell of blood, he didn't bother with the predestined person anymore and staggered outside.

The predestined man's eyes were closed, his lips had lost their blood color, his fingers were green and white and feeble, and his whole body was as tired and weak as if he had been seriously injured.

The silver hair that was draped over the long shirt seemed to have become dull as well.

In fact, the Predator is not far from being seriously injured.

The power of the offerings in his body was suddenly reduced by half, bringing about a chain reaction that was not much better than a serious injury.

To be able to live so long and become a demigod body, the Predestined Man relied mainly on the power of offerings.

The knots in his throat rolled and his brow furrowed slightly, as if there were unspeakable sorrows piling up in it. Even when Jiang Luo left, the Fated could only watch, unable to chase after him to stop him.

"This kid ......"

After a long time, Predestined sighed with his hand propped up on his forehead, breathing weakly, "It's just too much of a risk."

Sleeve robes covered his face, and cold sweat at his temples moistened his white hair.

He hadn't been as wretched as he was today in a long, long time, and the Fatalist laughed bitterly. But what was even more woeful was the fact that even though the word-spirit had lost its effect, there was still a slight ripple in the Fatalist's feelings for Jiang Luo.

He had never had such biased feelings towards anyone. Even Feng Li or Ji Yaozi, he treated them as equals.

Jiang Luo is now the exception.

It was several minutes before some clarity returned to the Fatalist's swollen brain. He whispered, "Lianol."

Half a minute later, Taoist Master Wei He came rushing over, "Predestined One, what do you want?"

"By all means, bring Jiang Luo back as soon as possible," the Fated Man's eyes closed up in exhaustion, his face, which was already covered in snow, was even more lifeless, as if it was covered in a layer of cold ice, "go quickly."

Wei He The Taoist priest looked hesitantly at his appearance, wanting to say something, but in the end said nothing, "Yes ......"

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Jiang Luo stumbled on his feet and left the place of no vulgar thoughts as fast as he could.

The sunlight was immense and dazzled his eyes.

Jiang Luo eyes a piece of dizziness, he squinted his eyes, the body within the sting deepened, walking a road all the pain sucked cold air.

Shit.

Jiang Luo breathing heavily thought, lost strategy.

He should have brought a helper ......

Just when Jiang Luo thought he couldn't hold on, he fell headlong into another cold embrace.

A familiar grim scent flooded the tip of his nose.

Jiang Luo subconsciously grabbed the man's shirt and instinctively sighed in relief.

He drifted off into a trance and said with difficulty before falling into unconsciousness, "Take me away ...... Remember to control the believers of the lodestar ...... Don't let the lodestar ...... recover ......"

When he finished, he fell into complete darkness.

Chi You's face was expressionless, and the hands holding him were so hard that they crumbled violently into bruises.

......

I don't know how long it took, but Jiang Luo slowly regained consciousness.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock ......"

The sound of water was the first to reach his ears.

Jiang Luo did not rush to open his eyes, but calmed his breathing and judged his surroundings as if he were asleep. The air was humid and somewhat chilly, while his body was weak and the pain of his internal organs seeming to shift had eased a lot, the air had yet to be restored.

Judging by his physical recovery, Jiang Luo was not in a coma for very long.

Beneath him was a soft bed, and Jiang Luo smelled the strong odor of blood and a few faint hints of sweet, cloying wine.

More information came into his mind through his five senses.

"Awake?" The shady voice suddenly sounded.

Jiang Luo's ears twitched, instantly waking up, it was Chi You.

With an inexplicable relief in his heart, he slowly opened his eyes.

I don't know where it is, but it looks like an airtight basement. The humidity was thick, the only door was an iron one, and the only thing inside the room besides the four walls was a bed under Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo finished surveying his surroundings before slowly following the sound towards the door.

The evil spirit was sitting on the couch by the door, a glass of red wine in his hand, savoring it.

His thin lips curled up and his smile raised high, as if he had met something happy, but the ghost lines on his body unexpectedly crawled horribly onto his face, like a snake that came to life, completely turning Chi You's face, which was as handsome as a god, into an abyssal monster-like distortion. It makes one's scalp numb and one's heart chilled.

Jiang Luo was also appalled for a moment and gulped. He looked at the ghost tattoo on Chi You's face for a moment, a sense of crisis instinctively running up his spine.

Chi You This is ...... What's going on?

Jiang Luo suppressed his somewhat turbulent mind and tried to sit up from the bed, but realized that he had not even regained the strength to get up.

Shit.

His face sank and he glanced at Chi You, simply coughing his throat gently.

The doggone fatalists had caused him to have a rusty taste in his throat as well.

The evil ghost quietly watched Jiang Luo's every move, and besides the ghostly lines on his face, his pitch-black eyes seemed to have a little more scarlet that was as strange as blood.

Jiang Luo intuited that his state was not right, he paused and said in a dry and weak voice, "So the Spectre of the Four Moves to attract the Spectre is you?"

Chi You was expressionless, and when he was about to send chills down Jiang Luo's spine, he suddenly lifted his lips and smiled, "I didn't think that there would be something in this world that could summon me."

He let go of his hand, and the glass in his hand abruptly smashed to the floor into glass sludge. The evil spirit stood up and walked step by step to the bedside. He looked down at Jiang Luo for a few seconds, and the smile on his face slowly narrowed.

"Let me think about what I should ask of you."

Jiang Luo's eyelids jumped, the function of the Four Moves to attract the Underworld was to attract the most powerful evil spirits for Jiang Luo, the evil spirits would do one thing for Jiang Luo, but after the deed was accomplished, Jiang Luo had to fulfill one of the evil spirits' demands.

Chi You's tone, this state, at a glance, we know that something is not right, Jiang Luo's crisis alarm kept ringing, absolutely can not let Chi You put forward the request now! Jiang Luo made up his mind, and feigned a cough, changing the topic, "How is the Fated Man doing? I took away almost half of his offering power, you hurry up and control his followers, don't let him acquire new offerings, as long as you make it impossible for him to accept offerings, his power shouldn't be able to recover."

And with the loss of half of his power, the Predestined Man's difficulty in killing him plummeted by a large margin.

Chi You looked deeply at Jiang Luo: "I almost killed him."

Jiang Luo's pupils shook as he looked at Chi You incredulously.

The ghostly lines on Chi You's face raged, as if it had colored Chi You's sanity with a ghostly fury, he hooked his lips, "The Fated Man was weakened to such an extent, how could I let him go? If he didn't run fast in the end, he would have become a corpse by now."

When he finished speaking, he stroked over Jiang Luo's forehead with his slightly cool fingers, his tone so gentle that it almost gave Jiang Luo the creeps, "Speaking of which, this is all thanks to you."

Jiang Luo has goose bumps.

He had no idea how hideously twisted the Evil Thing's expression had been when he'd passed out in Chi You.

The evil spirit held Jiang Luo's sliding body, his fingers trembling with rage, and for a moment a monstrous murderous intent rose.

And there's something about Chi You that I don't even understand.

Jiang Luo's face was covered in blood.

The blood flowed out of Jiang Luo's mouth and nose, flowed across Jiang Luo's face, and stained Chi You's hands.

There was blood on the ground, spreading all the way to the top of the hill.

Chi You holds Jiang Luo in her arms and follows the direction of the blood to find the culprit who caused Jiang Luo to become like this.

All the sanity he had been lurking in the shadows, plotting in secret, vanished into thin air at that moment.

When Hua Li rushed to the top of the mountain with Ge Wuchen and Teng Bi on his back, the top of the mountain behind the Lian family had already been shrouded in a hideous black mist, and all the people on the top of the mountain had fallen in pools of blood, the soil was completely dyed crimson.

But miraculously, none of these people died, and all of them were left breathing.

And when the three of them found their master, they saw that he was in a fierce battle with the Nemesis.

The host's ghost tattoo has never been so frighteningly on display, and it's ferocious and frantic desire to devour its host, writhing around Chi You's body as if it were a living thing.

At the first sight of this Chi You, even Hua Li and the three of them sucked in a breath of cold air.

They did not dare to intervene in the battle between Chi You and the Fated One, nor could they. They found Jiang Luo, who had been placed under the roof by his master, and when they looked back, Chi You and the Fated One had already won.

One of the Nemesis' hands thrusts into Chi You's chest, and Chi You pokes his fingers through the Nemesis' throat at the cost of a broken hand and not covering his chest.

Ghost lines spread from Chi You's hands and crawled on the body of the Fated Man. However, every time the Ghost Stripe touched the Fated One, it would be burned and corroded, and in the whole battle, the Ghost Stripe was corroded by nearly one-fifth. Even so, the ghost pattern still wanted to go forward to devour the predestined person.

"You've gotten weaker," the evil spirit's voice was low, wrapped in the smell of blood and viciousness, a red glow in his eyes, "Trash, your blood stinks."

The Fated Man drew out his hand, and a large hole broke in the evil spirit's chest, black blood snaking down from the Fated Man's hand and dripping onto the ground.

The Fated Man's face was even paler as he looked at the Evil Ghost faintly. The Evil Ghost also drew out his hand, his fingers corroded by the False God's blood, already revealing the bones inside.

The evil spirit shrugged it off without a care in the world, staring grimly at the predestined man.

The Fated Man was now at a weak point, and he knew that if the fight continued, he and Chi You would not be able to win or lose without the possibility of defeat. He glanced at the blood drenched Wufu Nian behind the evil spirit, and Yu Guang glanced at the unconscious Jiang Luo.

Then abruptly, he took a step back and the whole thing disappeared.

Jiang Luo didn't know anything about these things, and Chi You didn't want to go into details with him. After dropping a bomb lightly, Jiang Luo could tell from Chi You's expression that he was telling the truth.

The Nemesis was literally almost killed?

Jiang Luo was in a trance and could not come back to his senses. When he woke up, the Fated Man, who had taken away half of his power, was seriously injured by Chi You, and they were instantly in a sure win situation.

Is this for real? He's not dreaming.

Just after thinking so, Jiang Luo's joy was born out of sorrow, and the pain inside his body started to rise again. The sharp pain made him curl up violently, cold sweat beaded on him, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Sticky blood flowed out of the side of his mouth and down the side of the bed onto the floor.

"Tick, tick, tick," Jiang Luo thought vaguely, so the sound of water is the sound of his blood dripping, so the smell of blood is coming from here ah.

The eyes are black, it hurts ...... Damn, it hurts, Jiang Luo dead gritted his teeth.

When Jiang Luo thought he was about to die from the pain, he was abruptly picked up with a blanket, and his lips were pinched open to prevent him from biting his lips and tongue. The remaining blood in his mouth flowed out and was roughly wiped away.

The pain was so intense that Jiang Luo was breathing heavily, and the pain was so intense that even his consciousness was close to being blank and numb.

But the pain comes and goes, and as Chi You carries him through the iron door, Jiang Luo feels the pain slowly receding and lucidity coming on.

With the taste of blood thick in his throat, Jiang Luo looked up and saw Chi You's neck and lower jaw in his painfully unfocused vision.

The evil spirit's jaw was cold and hard, and his lips were tightly taut, as if he were in a terrible mood.

Jiang Luo was a bit distracted for a moment.

Strange ......

It was obviously him spitting up blood, so why was this dog man showing such rage to the core.

The blood that Jiang Luo coughed up soaked the shirt on his collar as well, and he sluggishly looked down at himself, realizing that the clothes he was wearing had long since ceased to be the same clothes he had been wearing before. This meant that he had probably experienced such vomiting of blood many times during his coma.

Absorbing so much of the power of offerings with a human body at once was too much for his body to bear. Although the power of offerings was transforming his body, it was also damaging his body at the same time. If he died first because he couldn't withstand the power before he was successfully transformed ......

Jiang Luo's heart sank.

The smell of blood outside the door was even stronger, bringing Jiang Luo back to his senses for a few moments as he glanced down the corridor, his breath catching in his throat.

Dozens of people were hanging from ropes on both sides of the corridor. Their hands were raised above their heads, their feet were hoisted off the ground, and they were covered in bruises and blood, tortured to death. Blood and water left from their bodies and continuously flowed into the grooves in the corners of the two walls.

These people were men and women, old and young. Among them, there are a dozen faces that look familiar to Jiang Luo.

Taoist Master Wei He, Lian Xue, Lian Bing Lian Qiang, and a few children from the No Mundane Thoughts Office. ......

Surprisingly, all of them are even family members.