Chapter 422 The Art of Decomposition of the Corpse

"I really don't understand." Shaoqiu shook his head and said, "Why do you have to fight with me? You see, I haven't been as good as you since I was a child. I'm not as tall as you, my physique is not as strong as you, and my fighting skills are not as good as you. Cough, I'm not as handsome as you... Damn it!" Shaoqiu looked down and muttered his fingers and counted, "You are the king among the teenagers. I was beaten by Xu Di and Bai Miao, and I have been playing the role of being insulted and **. What on earth can I arouse your interest?"

At this time, Xu looked for Xun Gao and did not return, but Bai Miao stood on the altar and heard it clearly and felt it for a moment. The beatings and plays in his childhood have long been gone forever. At this time, a warm feeling welled up in his heart. Even Mi Ziyu couldn't help smiling faintly: "You won't understand. Shaoqiu, do you know? In my mind, you have always been an existence that makes me despise myself. We are better than you in everything, but our born destiny can only accompany you to spend your life on a desert island. We are jailers and you are prisoners. We should be superior, but you give people an extremely noble feeling. You look at everything lightly. We play tricks on you, and you smile and don't care. We insult you, but you don't linger at all and don't hate us at all. Even when we beat you, you still treat us as friends and treat each other sincerely. Do you know? Our group of teenagers are ordered by the clan and Wu Xie Yan to reveal your identity, but we are all eager for you to realize that you are just a prisoner, a lowly slave, and a wild dog who needs to look up to people's nose, but you don't care about anything, as if you are a prince who has been demoted to the mortal world. There is no way for you to treat it equally!"

Shaoqiu was stunned and couldn't make a sound.

"Do you know?" Mi Ziyu shouted sharply, "You make us not see the value of our existence!"

Shaoqiu looked at him in a dain, with tears in his eyes and muttered, "Ming Yu, have you ever seen which compatriots turned against each other because of an insult, a beating, and a trick? The reason why I'm not angry is that I think you are brothers! Every time I see you happy, I am really happy. In the sixteen years on Kongsang Island, the only thing that makes me feel painful is that I am weak and unable to integrate with you..."

There were also big drops of tears in Ziyu's eyes, but he didn't wipe it. He let the tears flow at will and muttered, "You planted a thorn in my heart and stung my life. I don't want to kill you, but I must plant a thorn in your heart, so that you will lose the plainness of facing the world in front of you forever!"

Shaoqiu was silent and looked at him in a frenze. His heart was full of sadness and sadness. After a long time, he closed his eyes and sighed, "You... take action!"

"I've already taken action." Mi Ziyu laughed and said, "Since I was born, I have been giving action to you, but there is only a break at this time." He commented on Shaoqiu with his eyes faintly, "Did you see it?"

The eyes were full of strange colors, and the blue light emitted from his pupils, which penetrated his heart. At that moment, Shaoqiu only felt that his whole soul suddenly turned into flying ash, wandering in the vast world, in the dust of the universe...

100,000 people were watching, and this moment was also throbbing. In their eyes, two faint rays of light shot out of Mi Ziyu's eyes, covering Shaoqiu's body. And Shaoqiu's body gradually became thin and transparent in his eyes, melting like slowly melting ice, decomposing like a pile of loess, and only a piece of human-shaped dust floated in the sun of Shen Shi...

"What kind of magic power is this?" Di Yao and others were stunned and asked one after another. Even Dong Jing, Jin Po Tian, Rong Hu Shi and others looked back in fear.

"The art of decomposition of the corpse god." The son looked solemn and said slowly.

"The art of decomposition of the corpse god is the secret skill of my witch. When did you learn it?" Wu Pan said coldly.

The son snorted faintly: "Witch was originally one hundreds of years ago. Why was this technique exclusive to you witches?"

"Real?" Wu Pan smiled and said, "I'm afraid you don't even understand this technique, do you?"

Mi Ziyin's face turned pale and silent. Looking at Mi Ziyu's expression, a wisp of murder slowly appeared.

Everyone saw the secret of the two gates of witchcraft. Although they were extremely curious about this magic, they did not dare to ask any more.

At this time, a strange thing happened, and the humanoid dust in the field slowly condensed into a baby, curling up, as if in the mother's body. Slowly, the baby was "born", stretching his limbs, and his mouth grinned, as if he were crying. The baby slowly grew up and ran on a beautiful isolated island. The sea and sky were the same, and the realistic and delicate scenery quickly passed by him... Then, the baby grew into a teenager, but he was extremely weak. Countless teenagers of the same age appeared in the virtual shadow. He tried to integrate with them, but was repeatedly laughed at, abused and beaten. Those teenagers even took pleasure in beating him. At this time, the teenager always looked at his companions innocently, with a sunny smile on his face, and he was not angry at all.

But when there is no one, he always sits alone on the coast, and his distant eyes show infinite sadness. In addition to family and friendship, the teenager mocked everything in the world. He even went to the solemn witch temple to steal wine and sleep on the top of the hall when he was drunk.

Hundreds of thousands of people were silent and stared at all the shots of the teenager from birth to his growth. Outside the crowd, Ai Sang appeared in it. He stared at the rolling shadow in the field, as if he remembered the light of his childhood. At that time, Shaoqiu was like this, naughty, exhausted and full of Innocent and simple.

Her tears flowed unconsciously on her cheeks.

"Holy, it's really amazing." Di Yao couldn't help saying, "Is it really the experience of this teenager's life?"

The ministers turned around and couldn't take their eyes off the dragonfly.

Di Yao asked, and Ziyin had to answer, so he had to bow down and say, "That's right, Your Majesty. This art of decomposition of corpse god is to completely control the other party's mind with extremely strong spiritual power, and form a knotted array with five elements: heaven, earth, time, space and self. Your Majesty, please see that in the eyes of others and Shaoqiu, he is decomposed and repeats his memory from birth to growth. Then his own mind will subconsciously recall his past years, so it is completely real.

"Is there such a wonder in the world?" Di Yao didn't seem to believe it and looked at Wu Xian.

Wu Xian nodded: "What Ziyin said is right. However, this kind of magic has always been my taboo skill. Although the power is huge, it is really extremely dangerous.

"Oh?" Di Yao was puzzled, "What's the danger of repeating this person's life?"

"Your Majesty, please take a look." Wu Xian smiled bitterly, "Frankly speaking, I don't understand this technique, because my Wumen has already transformed this technique into today's 'God's photo'. Although the power has been reduced, there is no risk of devouring yourself.