Chapter 393 Nirvana (Subscription Request)

"Pfft~!"

"Pfft~!"

"Pfft~!"

More and more people from various departments could not bear the violent beating of their hearts.

He vomited blood, fell to the ground, moved his body with fear on his face, and crawled away.

Only then did they truly understand that there was no way they could interfere in the affairs here.

You must escape quickly, otherwise your life will be in danger.

The heroes of the Chivalrous Alliance who were tied up and unable to move were also vomiting blood.

Some of those who were not strong enough fainted.

Shen Wanshi endured the violent beating of his chest and nodded at the pale-faced Shen Ning'er, signaling her to take the heroes away first.

At this moment, Shen Ning'er felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

I know it's useless to stay here.

He then cut the ropes that bound the heroes, supported the unconscious hero, and walked away.

Ji Wuhui watched his father disappear with tears in his eyes, and mechanically slapped the golden light shield with his palms.

Even though his heart was beating violently and his palms were bleeding, he could not feel it at all.

She was flapping the light shield mechanically, as if by flapping it open she could save her father.

Zhuge Jiu's internal energy had been almost exhausted at this time.

Looking at Ji Wushang who had completely absorbed the power of the mythical bloodline, his face was full of despair.

He understands.

This trend is unstoppable.

The other party has truly succeeded.

In this world, no one can stop Ji Wushang.

The only thing he could do was to use up his last bit of strength.

"Boom~!!!" Ji Wushang's body once again erupted with a loud beating sound.

Zhuge Jiu, who was standing next to him, felt as if his heart was hit hard and he stepped back with his head raised.

Ji Wuhui and Shen Wanshi both spat out blood, their consciousness became a little fuzzy, and they fell to the ground without getting up.

Even Zhu Xia and Shen Ning'er, who were already quite far away, almost vomited blood foam again.

The golden light shield gradually faded and then dissipated.

Where the light originally covered, only the black robe inlaid with gold and Ji Wushang, who was wearing a red dragon robe, were left.

Ji Wushang, with bloodstains hanging on his body.

His white hair is slowly changing color.

First, they start one by one, turning gray from the scalp until they spread to the ends of the hair.

Then slowly turn from gray to black.

Until, like obsidian.

Its face, hands, and bare feet.

The drooping old skin gradually shrank.

Then it becomes tight.

The blue blood vessels bulged high and were twisted under the skin.

The cloudy eyes gradually became clear and profound.

The bridge of the nose is high.

The old wrinkles at the corners of his mouth completely disappeared, revealing a pair of lips with smooth lines.

Lips open.

With a "whoosh", he let out a breath.

It seemed as if all the decay had been spit out, leaving behind a flourish.

Ji Wushang put his outstretched hand in front of his eyes.

Looking at the palm of your hand, you can see the clear and intersecting lines.

Put your palm on half of your face.

Slowly stroking.

Feel the same tight skin on your face and hands.

A smile appeared on his lips:
"It's great to be young!".

At this moment, a tall, straight, handsome figure is fully revealed.

If it were two hundred years ago, anyone who took a look at him would have exclaimed, "What a handsome young man!"

“Swoosh~!!”.

at this time.

The sword light, as red as flowing water, pierced straight into Ji Wushang’s dark and deep eyes.

The tip of the sword was so dazzling that it seemed to blind Ji Wushang.

Just as the sword was about to pierce the opponent, Ji Wushang flicked his little finger on the hand that was touching his face.

The sword that looks like flowing water.

With a "clang!" sound, it broke into several pieces.

Zhuge Jiu was bounced and flew backwards.

Just trying to steady myself.

Ji Wushang lowered his hands from his face.

Stretch forward.

There was no sign of any disturbance.

His hand was like a magnet, sucking Zhuge Jiu's body towards him.

Zhuge Jiu turned over and swung the broken sword in his hand fiercely towards Ji Wushang.

The broken sword turned into a streak of light and pierced Ji Wushang directly.

But the broken sword was taken out by Ji Wushang's other hand.

After pinching it a few times in his hand, he formed it into a lump of iron and threw it casually on the ground.

At the same time as Zhuge Jiu shot out the long sword, several streams of sword energy shot out from his fingertips.

Stabbed towards Ji Wushang.

Ji Wushang didn't try to hide.

The sword energy, before it even touched his body, created ripples around him and dissipated.

Zhuge Jiu no longer had any resistance and was sucked into the palm of his hand.

Just like what happened in the ancient temple, his neck was grabbed.

He struggled hard and his figure began to become blurred.

Just like he did before, he would use the secret technique of afterimage to escape.

Ji Wushang had a smile on his face.

His hand on Zhuge Jiu's neck tightened slightly.

Zhuge Jiu's neck suddenly showed bright red veins, his blurry figure recovered, and he couldn't move at all.

With bloodshot eyes, he shouted angrily at Ji Wushang:
“Ji Wushang!! You slaughtered the people to practice evil skills, and even spared no effort on your own descendants!
How can you be worthy of Heaven above and your Ji family below!
How can a person like you who has no humanity deserve to be the supreme ruler of the world!! "

Ji Wushang, his handsome face showed no sign of anger.

He smiled and said:

"A youngster like you who has never experienced corruption and has never faced darkness, how can you be qualified to criticize me?"

The palm of his hand gradually tightened, and Zhuge Jiu's neck was like being clamped by a steel ring, which was deeply squeezed in.

Zhuge Jiu's face was already red from suffocation, his hands were hanging down powerlessly, he endured the pain in his neck and shouted again:
"Even if I, Zhuge Jiu, decay and die, I will never do what you have done, something that will anger God and people and bring disaster to the world!!".

Ji Wushang still had no expression on his face.

However, his hands loosened slightly, and he said lightly:

"That's because you're not strong enough."

He lifted Zhuge Jiu's neck with one hand and reached for his injured arm with the other.

Grab the other person's fingers and squeeze them gently.

"Crack!" A crisp sound.

The bones of Zhuge Jiu's five fingers were crushed.

Hanging twisted in the hand.

"Ah~!!" The fingers are connected to the heart.

Zhuge Jiu was hit hard by this and cried out in pain.

But before he could finish feeling the excruciating pain.

"Crack!" Another sound.

Ji Wushang pinched the junction of his fingers and palm again.

Zhuge Jiu's fingers were almost broken from the palm.

Zhuge Jiu cried out in pain again, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Ji Wushang did not stop at all, and pinched the other person's palm upwards piece by piece.

While smiling, he said:
"You youngster who talks so much about benevolence and righteousness, let me let you feel one percent of the endless decay."

"Crunch~!"

"Crunch~!"

"Crunch~!"

The sound of breaking bones that made people's teeth ache continued to be heard.

From the palm, to the wrist, to the elbow.

Ji Wushang, pinch it little by little.

There was no change in his facial expression.

(End of this chapter)