This Psychopath Is Too Strong

2022-05-22

Chapter 172 Soul Tool – Cutting Heart

When Feng Buzhi observes During the process of the Blood Race old man and the questioning, the Blood Race old man was also observing Feng Buzhi.

And this observation made Mason stunned.

Not because of Feng Buzhi’s sunny smile and his provocative language.

It’s because of Feng Buzhi’s styling.

Feng Buzhi did not transform into the form of the Three Heads Six Arms nine eyes, but his shape at this time still brings a feeling of spiritual pollution.

Feng Buzhi was wearing a werewolf shapeshifter leather, which made Mason suspect that Feng Buzhi was related to a werewolf, but his suspicion did not last long, because this leather was the most normal for Feng Buzhi. of a thing.

On Feng Buzhi’s back, there is a naked man about two meters in shape.

These fleshy tentacles are grown from Feng Buzhi’s body.

Flesh tentacles are an ability that life has mastered a long time ago. It is similar to the flesh tentacles protruding from the giant sarcoid in the flesh and blood mines, and its attack ability is very general.

In the past, Feng Buzhi used this kind of flesh-and-blood tentacles in addition to breaking his hands and feet, and his body was split and self-repaired.

But in the past two days, Feng Buzhi found that the tentacles of flesh and blood are very convenient to use as a rope fixation, and it is very comfortable to use.

In fact, not only the proto-werewolf grey bones on his back, but also more than a dozen grey crows and more than twenty black-haired long-eared rabbits on his body are also fixed by such flesh and blood tentacles.

The road of Cultivation, if you don’t advance, you will retreat.

In order to grasp the mysteries of the beasts more quickly, Feng Buzhi didn’t waste a single bit of time. At this time, his body was in the condition of being connected to the bloodline with nearly 40 small animals at the same time.

Mason looked at Feng Buzhi, his pupils shrinking.

After a brief period of stunnedness, he had already begun to feel it.

As a Blood Race, he is sensitive to the flow of blood.

Mason could see that the small animal hanging from Feng Buzhi was circulating with the blood in Feng Buzhi’s body.

What is this?

Mason recalled the memories of being in the Endless Abyss a long time ago, and wondered, “The Corpse Flesh Splicer School?”

Between the words, Mason waved katana.

Although the opponent’s shape is very strange, and the First Rank aura on his body is also very wrong, but the opponent asks him to slash, he has no reason not to slash.

Silver’s light flashed away.

Mason aimed at Feng Buzhi’s forehead, intending to slash Feng Buzhi in half from top to bottom, but found that the opponent had predicted his slash and turned slightly sideways.

It seemed that the opponent had avoided the slash, but Mason found that the opponent had suddenly left half of his arm.

Blood spilled.

Feng Buzhi took the broken half arm in his hand.

The cut on the arm is extremely smooth, and Mason’s slash can be seen to be sharp.

Feng Buzhi listened to three strange reports in his body while feeling it.

It’s no different from his feelings. The three kinds of weirdness in Feng Buzhi’s body don’t feel any abnormality. They seem to be ordinary wounds that will heal as long as they are connected.

Soon, the two gaps in the broken arm formed granulation to connect and pull each other. Without his hands-on assistance, the broken arm returned to his arm.

However, an abnormality soon appeared. His broken arm did not heal like normal. It was obviously connected and repaired, but next moment his arm suddenly fell off.

Feng Buzhi looked at the smooth section of the broken arm and said, “Interesting, does your soul have a name?”

Mason said: “It’s no secret, the name of this knife is It’s called Zhanxin, but I have never heard of your Excellency’s soul tool, let alone seen it.

If I expect it right, the one who has harassed Hawley Harbour these two days should be Your Excellency’s.

Companions.

You all have the aura of First Rank, is it because you chose the same weird path, which has some concealed aura effect?

If you are willing to share this way, I can help you to restore the arm to the original.”

“You said it is my soul tool?” Feng Buzhi pointed to the eye of the people next to him, The latter turned his head cheerfully, and Feng Buzhi said, “It’s the Eye of Human Religion. If you say so, it really looks like a soul tool.”

No further viewing The Eye of Human Teaching, Feng Buzhi continued to look towards katana in Mason’s hand and squeezed his chin lightly: “The name of the knife is Chopping Heart, it means that this soul tool cuts not only the material level, but also the spiritual level, the conceptual level. ?

For example, my arm, my subconscious thinks that the arm has been broken in two, so it refuses to repair itself, molten steel, destruction, life is the same as me, their subconscious also thinks that my arm itself is Broken?”

Between the words, Feng Buzhi put the severed arm back on it again.

And this time, with the continuous entanglement of granulation, Feng Buzhi’s arm has been restored to its original state.

Feng Buzhi moved his arms and saw the surprised expression of the Blood Race old man on the opposite side.

Mason couldn’t believe it: “There are indeed many ways to recover a severed injury, but why can you recover so easily and so quickly? Did you reach the eighth rank…

No.”

Mason shook his head slightly, although the other party’s breath was only First Rank, in a state of concealed aura, but if the other party was really the eighth rank in disguise, he would definitely be aware of it.

After all, the eighth rank is completely different from the seventh rank.

It’s like a frog meets a snake, and a mouse meets a cat. He will never talk to each other as calmly as he is now.

Mason frowned and thought hard, when he saw Feng Buzhi opened the mouth and said: “Using the heart as a knife, with wisdom as a blade, cutting the heart is a very good ability, as for why my arm is It healed so quickly, just because your knife didn’t cut my heart.

But it’s not bad, it just gave me the illusion of being cut off.”

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Feng Buzhi touched his arm lightly.

Because of this blade, Molten Steel had some insights, and at this time it had a better understanding of Vajra.

Destruction, feeling offended, was raging in his meridian at this time, angry.

Life is still feeling the wound, trying to get its own power to flow through the wound—his arm is ostensibly repaired, but it still has some impact on life.

Feng Buzhi moved his body after speaking and looked towards Blade Dao, the soul tool in the old man’s hand: “This soul tool of yours is really good, but the formidable power in your hand is a lot worse, really. It’s a pity.

I heard that after the existence of the seventh rank, the soul tool can form a strange treasure.

But compared to the strange treasure, I still want the soul tool itself, if you Willing to cooperate in handing over your soul tool to me, how about if I don’t kill you?”

Faced with Feng Buzhi’s flawed threat, Mason’s expression calmed down.

He didn’t answer, and he didn’t get angry.

The other party obviously wants to use words to destroy his mood to find a weak spot.

If the soul tool can really be handed over to others, or can be robbed, then his current soul tool is either gone or has become a lot.

Does the other party want him to feel contemptuous?

Next moment, the blood swamp on the ground suddenly turned into a torrent and rushed in the direction of Feng Buzhi, and then a silhouette appeared next to Mason, it was his son Merui.

While Feng Buzhi confronted Mason and talked to each other, the battle below continued.

Kunlun Legion filled the blood swamp with human life and continued to move forward. Zhou Yuan used his Legion skill [Iron Rider Charge] to lead the lizard cavalry to smash through the formation of the Blood Race guards.

Merry, who created the Blood Swamp, faced Sisley, the Sword Spirit of the Red Wasp Sword. The result was obvious, the sixth rank Peak was ranked fifth, and Sisley, the Red Wasp Sword Spirit, was not Mei at all. Ray’s opponent.

The battle was over, the red wasp sword was full of cracks and stuck on the ground, and Merry also flew into the air to help his father.

The torrent of viscous blood rushed towards Feng Buzhi’s body, and Mei Rui’s expression gradually became solemn.

When the torrent of blood hit Feng Buzhi easily at first, I only felt that the man who confronted his father was merely this.

But with the ebbing of time, he found that Feng Buzhi in the torrent of blood was not injured at all, not only that, but he also produced a kind of blood that was burned in some way, as if being donated The feeling of sacrifice…

(end of this chapter)