Chapter 18: Situation reversal

The killing spirit in Zhao Lingyue's mouth claimed to be the son of killing Taoism in the sea of knowledge of Feng Kui Shou. It was originally a blood shadow that can be turned into a killing weapon, and has been fighting with Feng Kui Shou's soul consciousness for a long time. After a long battle, Feng Kui Shou has noticed that this so-called son of killing has a high level of terribleness, and its killing breath is higher than the mutant murderous spirit of Feng Kui Shou, which is more terrible and pure. Feng Kui thought that the mutant murderous spirit he had cultivated by mistake was the ultimate, but when he faced the son of the murder, he knew that he was wrong and how ridiculously terrible it was. It is inevitable to restrain the weak. The murderous spirit of Feng Kui's head can't hurt the son of killing Tao, but the murderous spirit of the son of killing Tao tortured Feng Kui's head and almost fell into madness again.

However, as Feng Kui gradually calmed down, his true spirit has recovered a lot. Unlike the weakness when he first met evil eyes, he can barely deal with one or two. At least in a short time, the son of the road can't help him. However, Feng Kui doesn't know how long he can hold on. The son of killing has turned into a pair of evil eyes, which has revealed part of its prestige, but its means are more than that. For this moment, it is turning into a dense chain of thorns, trapping the soul of Fengkui's head up and down, and the extremely murderous spirit constantly attacking Fengkui's head, and its strong will is constantly expelling the will of Fengkui's head, trying to destroy its soul, disperse its will, and completely occupy the body of Fengkui's head.

Since practicing the classics of Dayi, Feng Kui's spirit and soul have been much stronger, but in the face of the son of killing Taoism, he is still frightened and always has a cautious mentality like walking on thin ice to deal with it. He knew that such a stalemate was just his struggle and how long he could last was just a cruel struggle, and he couldn't even imagine the final result. Completely controlled by the spirit of killing?! Feng Kui's heart couldn't help but feel bitter. He didn't expect that he would have such a disaster, a disaster, so big that he almost began to doubt the hope of crossing. Fortunately, the five phases of the disaster provided enough defense for his soul, and his will was strong enough. Feng Kui Shou maintained a virgin-like calm and launched a life-and-death struggle with the son of the murder.

This is a real battle of fate.

The passage of time. No one can find this star, because it is already so far away that no one has ever set foot in it. Zhao Lingyue and Binglan can't find them here, because there are too many stars in the star field, and this one is deep and inconspicuous. The hope of Feng Kui's head being saved is slim. Now, he is the only one who can save him. Time flies, I don't know how long it has been. Feng Kui's head, sitting in the big pit, suddenly opened his eyes. On his face and in the pupils of his eyes, a trace of blood appeared from time to time, which was extremely unstable. Feng Kui's body began to tremble sharply, and his face was almost twisted and distorted, which seemed extremely painful.

However, his temperament is still very calm.

The son of the killing has completely wrapped his soul and is constantly suffering. As long as he finds a trace of looseness and flaws, he will hit him hard and deeply hit the soul of Fengkui. Feng Kui's head has restrained his soul and firmly adhered to it. And his consciousness has already been driven into his mind. Now he has no control over his whole body except his mind. The situation is very bad, and the situation is very unfavorable and extremely passive. Perhaps, now, the only thing to be optimistic about is that he has not completely lost. It will take a long time for the son of the murder to completely occupy him and capture his sea of knowledge.

In the vast star domain, two figures passed by quickly. Zhao Lingyue and Binglan have entered a deep place in the star field. They have just got rid of the pursuit of a group of vacuum demons, but they don't look happy at all. Ten days have passed since the incident, and they have searched hundreds of stars, gone through too many places, and experienced countless dangers. But the result is undoubtedly desperate. The loss again and again has made them doubt whether the wind head has been completely controlled, otherwise, why can't they even feel his breath? During the long process, Binglan was haggard and bleak. However, she believes that Feng Kui is still alive and has no reason to believe. This thought has never wavered.

So, their search continues.

Feng Kui gradually found a terrible thing. His body suddenly stood up and began to walk on the star. Although he is extremely unwilling and wants to control it, there is no way at all. This feeling of involuntarily is really terrible and unacceptable. The son of the killing road controls the body other than the head, as if he is familiar with the characteristics of the body. Sometimes he jumps, sometimes runs wildly, and does all kinds of strange movements. Sometimes the curvature of the body completely exceeds the limit of the body. Feng Kui was furious. Looking at his body being tortured so much, his mood gradually became irritable. But soon, he paid a painful price for his irritability. Taking advantage of the sudden abnormal vibration of his soul, the son of the killing suddenly became in trouble. The thunderous impact almost defeated the five phases of the disaster. The soul of Feng Kui immediately trembled violently and fainted fiercely. He only felt a loud noise in his head. His will was only a little short of attack his sea of knowledge. This can be said to be extremely thrilling. Feng Kui learned a big lesson and no longer dared to be rashly emotional. Then, he could only see that his body burst into countless bloody breaths, forming a cloud, taking him away from the star and into the endless star domain.

Everything that followed was simply beyond Feng Kui's expectation.

The son of the killing controlled him to shuttle through the vast star domain and saw more killing spirits. He clearly saw himself, killing souls one after another with a pair of flesh fists, and then devoured up the endless murderous spirit they finally left behind. Feng Kuishou can clearly feel that every time the son of killing Tao devours the breath of a killing spirit, it will grow a little. Feng Kui Shou doesn't know whether there is an end to such devouring, but he has begun to believe that this thing in his body is indeed much more powerful than those killing souls killed by him. Its dignity and domineering are so obvious that it kills like a fast-running machine, decisive and cold.

The body of Feng Kui's head has long exceeded the limits of the past. It has been forged little by the unparalleled murderous spirit of the son of the road, and transformed little by little. It has become more and more suitable for killing and more powerful, as if a machine that is constantly being improved has gradually become a killer.

"My body has become the machine for it to kill?"

Feng Kui has unfortunately discovered this problem and has to admit it sadly. He suddenly realized a fatal problem. The son of killing seems to be brewing something. It constantly transforms the body, constantly becomes stronger through killing, and has not attacked the sea of knowledge for a long time. Does this terrible calm indicate a greater storm?!

"Does it want to wait until the time is ripe to completely capture me in one fell swoop?"

A great worry appeared in Feng Kui's heart, and his mind gradually sank. In any case, there is not much time left for him, and it is time to fight for fate. He began to look for the flaws of killing the son of Taoism, and the classics gave him outstanding meticulous analysis ability. Huangtian lived up to his intentions. Soon, he found that his murderous spirit was much different from that of the son of Dao. The murderous spirit of the son of the killing is pure murderous gas, condensed for killing, without any other impurities, pure and terrible; and his murderous spirit is transformed from the grievance in his heart. It is cruel, cold and full of despair, which is similar to the murderous spirit of the son of the murder. The inhuman indifference is completely different from Sun Chong's domineering and murderous spirit. Therefore, a bold idea appeared in Feng Kui's mind. He carefully released a trace of his mutant murderous spirit, quietly probed into the murderous spirit of the son of the murder, and immediately found that the murderous spirit of the murderous son immediately surged in and wanted to swallow his murderous spirit.

However, it did not succeed.

Feng Kui was overjoyed. The mutant murderous spirit counterattacked and turned to devour the murderous spirit of the son of the Tao. However, for a long time, he actually refined part of it, and the mutant murderous spirit increased a little at an alarming speed. This is really a crazy nourishment and an unexpected surprise. At this moment, Feng Kui finally saw a glimmer of hope to survive. The victorious sky seemed to lean towards him a little. But he was very cautious, just refining little by little, encroaching little by little, trying not to attract too much attention of the son of the Tao, and the killing of the son of the Tao has not stopped. Feng Kui's murderous spirit can refine the murderous spirit of the son of the Tao. Feng Kui himself does not know the secrets. In fact, because at the beginning of the formation of these murderous atmospheres, Feng Kui's resentment had reached the extreme, giving him the intention to kill him. Killing the sky is the road of slaughter. This is almost the ultimate in killing. And the highest level of killing is to kill yourself and sacrifice your life to become the Tao. However, the killing path of this realm is no longer what Feng Kui can understand. It is a coincidence under his opportunity to reach this level. The son of killing is the ruler of the killing spirit, and the killing spirit is the ruler of the vacuum demon. They are all the evil results left after the war between immortals and demons. The spirit of killing is born adhering to the way of killing, and the son of killing is undoubtedly the best among them. He inherits the most essence and essence of killing, so he is born particularly powerful. Once it gets the host, the first thing it needs to do is to completely slaughter all the killing spirits within its control, and then use it as food to increase its strength.

At this moment, it is not known that Feng Kui, as the host, quietly has a new layer of identity, which makes the son of murder become the host. Feng Kui's devouring has not stopped for a moment since the accidental discovery, and it has become more and more crazy and blatant. In a few days, the son of killing Tao failed to capture his sea of knowledge, and his murderous spirit has been completely transformed, and it is growing at a terrible speed. The strength of the son of killing has not been strengthened, but has weakened a lot. Feng Kui's devouring regardless of his ability has attracted the attention of the son of the murder. So, it was completely angry.

But at this moment, Feng Kui has the capital to compete with it. The calm side sticks to the sea of knowledge, completely does not care about the anger and impact of the son of the killing, and systematically encroaches on the murderous spirit of the son of the way. In this way, the strong and weak sky was leveled little by little, and then tilted to the wind.

The dawn of living finally made Feng Kui feel slightly relaxed. At this time, he noticed that his heart was wrapped with a faint golden light, revealing luck and blessing. Although it was weak, it was extremely firm and had always brought him warmth.