Dad, I want to level up.

No one knew why Mowan had been deliberately suppressing its advancement.

One level was fine, but it suppressed two;

It was the epitome of taking advantage of its proximity, even Si Niang didn't think she could be faster than Mowan in leveling up, provided it competed.

How did it endure watching the other Demon Kings recover their strength while it remained stationary?

Just look at the way Xue San looked at A Ming;

Even the most honest Fan Li, who regretted not being stabbed by Li Liang Shen with a sword in Yanjing City last time, even turned a little green with regret.

Because it had stood at the peak before,

That's why it's even more uncomfortable and煎熬 when you're at the bottom;

That's why you're even more eager to stand back up, to stand at your former high point.

But Mowan just endured, endured, endured,

Several times, Zheng Fan took the initiative to talk to it, creating conditions for it, but it was always... "resolutely refusing."

However,

The reason doesn't matter anymore.

Because Wei You's wife,

Her words,

Firmly stepped on Mowan's sensitive spot;

Stepping so accurately, stepping so perfectly.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs,

But we can assume,

Perhaps,

Originally, Mowan would rather die than lose, dying with its own dad, which would have been fine, it might have really accepted that outcome.

Because,

Calling out "Dad,"

For the proud stone, it's simply a huge hurdle.

Embarrassing,

Really embarrassing.

It would rather drag its own dad down with it than lose face.

But the woman's words before her "execution"

Pierced Mowan's heart.

When the emotion called anger was completely ignited,

Everything else,

Could be discarded,

Its heart only wanted to do one thing:

Tear this woman who had stung it,

To shreds!

Dad,

It called out.

This is actually making up for the hurdle of the last level-up... heart-to-heart talk.

For other Demon Kings, they need to explain their inner thoughts, they need to be honest with their lord, to recognize and agree with each other;

It's difficult and troublesome, the Demon Kings are all shrewd, but they also expend a lot of energy on it.

But for Mowan, just this one word is enough.

A biological son is just that confident and different.

And not only that,

When the woman's foot was about to stomp on its head,

Hou Ye Zheng, who had witnessed the whole scene, also triggered the mechanism from when he helped it block the knife in the capital to level up.

In other words,

At this moment,

Mowan's strength jumped two levels in a row.

Simple addition and subtraction,

Hou Ye Zheng is now a fifth-rank beginner martial artist, Mowan is fifth-rank, here, one plus one is definitely greater than two, even when Zheng Fan and Mowan were at the same level, Mowan possessing him meant super-rank power, killing people across ranks several times.

In other words, the combination of Hou Ye Zheng and Mowan must have reached the fourth-rank level;

Of course, the differences between realms, the subdivisions between each realm, cannot actually be calculated so simply, but generally speaking, it can be considered in this way.

The woman's realm had just fallen, and she was injured, her qi and blood were already depleted, and now, the depletion was even greater;

Zheng Fan's side had fourth-rank strength, plus Mowan's experience and... the innate abilities that could be used after exploding two realms at once.

The balance of power had actually changed at this time.

Everything,

Originated from the woman's pursuit of that so-called "pleasure."

She,

Was having fun,

At the same time,

She was about to feel pain.

The foot,

Stomped down,

But the woman suddenly lowered her head,

Her foot did stomp down, but the expected scene of broken bones and flying flesh and blood did not appear.

Because at this time, a layer of black membrane appeared on Zheng Fan's body.

This was a combination of resentment and qi and blood, forming a body-protecting qi.

Just like what the woman had shown before, Zheng Fan could still withstand her kicking him in the head.

Now,

Zheng Fan could also do it.

Mowan's continuous advancement had a great impact, but there was no strong aura erupting.

This was because Mowan deliberately controlled it.

He was a delicate child,

Especially,

When he decided to be cruel,

He would proceed and complete it with a mentality of playing with a toy well, no, a ritual.

How to vent his anger?

That was to make the object of his anger, bit by bit, step by step, move towards... true death.

Like the curtain on an opera stage,

Rising,

Opening,

After a series of developments, it must be accompanied by a meticulous bow, and at the same time, the curtain slowly falls at the appropriate time.

This sense of refinement,

Was what Hou Ye Zheng of the previous life liked, and what he had given to Mowan.

Which is the so-called... the aesthetics of the Demon Kings.

The red leather whip made of the umbilical cord around her neck was quietly broken free at this time, and Zheng Fan's body slid away from under the woman in a ghostly manner.

Then,

Ten meters in front of the woman, he slid up again and stood up.

As if someone was holding him up from behind,

After getting up,

Zheng Fan's shoulders were still shrugged, and his elbows were also raised;

Below,

The toes of one foot were pointed, and the other foot was off the ground.

This posture,

Is like a person being nailed to a cross.

His neck tilted forward, and the exaggerated smile was gone, replaced by a faint smile.

In his pupils, gray and white colors began to alternate, like the whispers of the abyss, guiding you into it, and then slowly devouring you, while you were unaware.

At this time,

Facing Zheng Fan like this,

The woman was a little puzzled, but more of it was fatigue.

She was so tired,

She had never expected that killing a lone general would be so tortuous.

But she had no choice, she had to kill the person in front of her, because her husband was still over there, fighting with the most powerful swordsman in the world.

She picked up the whip again, the right hand was long, and the left hand was short.

Qi and blood circulated throughout her body again.

Must kill him,

Must kill him!

She gritted her teeth,

And rushed forward, at the same time, the whip swept directly over.

However,

The whip directly penetrated Zheng Fan's body.

The woman suddenly felt a chill down her spine, and she suddenly realized that she had been bewitched before.

The Zheng Fan who was penetrated by the whip began to twist, and then dissipated.

And the real Zheng Fan had already appeared on the woman's side.

This was an illusion,

The woman unknowingly entered Mowan's illusion.

But in the next moment, her qi and blood condensed outside her body again, trying to block this attack.

But Zheng Fan didn't make a move, he just opened his mouth and let out a sharp roar at her!

The defense of qi and blood can offset the attacks from fists and feet, but it cannot block the mental fluctuations from sound and piercing the soul.

The woman's body trembled, and blood began to overflow from her nostrils and ears.

She turned instinctively and swept a whip over.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound came, Zheng Fan kicked off the ground with both legs and disappeared under the ice.

Immediately,

A pair of hands protruded from below, grabbing the woman's ankles.

The whip was thrown down again, piercing the water surface straight, like an arrow, penetrating down.

But Zheng Fan below just leaned his body forward, dodging the pursuit of the whip while dragging the woman back into the water.

"Glug... glug..."

The sound of water came from his ears again.

Darkness shrouded down all of a sudden.

This scene was definitely not the scene under the water.

The woman forcibly cheered up, bit the tip of her tongue, spat out a mouthful of blood, her mind regained clarity, her whip protected her body, and she jumped back to the ice successfully.

Mowan's illusion was very subtle, the woman could not always be vigilant to not enter, but once she entered, she would quickly react and wake up from it.

After several times, although she did not sink in the illusion, it also made her spirit even more depressed.

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

The woman waved the whip like crazy, smashing pieces of ice around her.

And Zheng Fan just stood silently not far away, still maintaining that strange posture, just looking at the woman with a smile, being driven to hysteria by his spiritual invasion.

Appreciating the "struggle of trapped beasts" of one's prey is itself a kind of enjoyment.

Finally,

The woman stopped.

She reached out and pressed her forehead, forcibly restoring her consciousness to clarity, and she saw Zheng Fan standing not far away.

At this time,

She tasted the taste of fear.

The illusion did not continue but stopped, because this was just an appetizer.

The woman rushed over again, and Zheng Fan began to dodge.

His speed was faster than before, the woman's attacks missed time and time again, and Zheng Fan was not in a hurry at all, as if he was just teasing her, showing confidence and ease.

...

"Stop playing, if you keep playing, you'll mess up!"

In the depths of consciousness, Hou Ye Zheng began to speak.

Because Mowan's possession is itself a kind of pressure on his body, although he is no longer the Amon of Wu, the body has after all a point of bearing, and if he continues to play like this, this state of possession may naturally be lifted.

At that time, he should be paralyzed all over, lying on the ground unable to move, waiting to be killed.

Therefore, Zheng Fan had to remind Mowan of this, and take action quickly while the woman's mind was obviously flawed.

But Mowan remained unmoved, continuing to dodge the woman's attacks, without making the slightest tentative attack, even though he now had the ability to attack.

The woman knew that she was constantly squandering her qi and blood, but she had no other choice but to bombard her qi and blood time and time again, hoping that it could be effective, even if that hope was very slim.

Because, in the woman's subconscious mind, she thought that if she let this Marquis of Yan stop, he would immediately try to pull herself into one illusion after another.

But in fact,

She actually just had to stand there and not move, either Zheng Fan would take the initiative to attack, or just stare, and then, Mowan's state of possession would be lifted.

It's just, who can know?

If it was the Regent of Great Chu who appeared here at this time, as someone who could also be possessed by spirits, he would probably be able to see it, but she, obviously, could not.

...

On the Sword Saint's side,

The confrontation between Long Yuan and the Li Long Spear had entered a white-hot stage.

In fact, the Sword Saint had always kept a little thought on Zheng Fan's side.

At the beginning, Zheng Fan was able to stabilize, and the Sword Saint also fought steadily;

Then, Zheng Fan was knocked over, and the sword in the Sword Saint's hand began to become sharp and fierce;

After that, another familiar and unfamiliar aura came, and the Sword Saint knew that the stone had taken action.

The Sword Saint began to control the rhythm again;

Then, there were continuous twists and turns again;

Sometimes the Sword Saint was anxious, sometimes Wei You was anxious, everyone's heart was going up and down in turn.

At present, one thing that cannot be faked now is that the woman is venting her qi and blood like crazy, which means that her current situation must be very bad.

The tip of the spear is like a net. Previously, the Sword Saint was disassembling this dense grid, but now, the grid itself has begun to appear chaotic, which is a manifestation of his mind fluctuating.

Wei You's expression began to become more and more solemn.

They are not well-trained assassins, nor are they the kind of dead soldiers who have been raised. They have not been instilled with the belief that people can die but tasks must be completed;

They are just a young couple.

In this level of confrontation, once there is a problem with the mood, the opponent will inevitably seize the flaw.

It's just that because there is Kong Shanyang, the Qi Refiner, who exists, consciously helping the Li Long Spear check for omissions and make up for deficiencies, making it difficult for the Sword Saint to fully utilize this flaw to open up the real situation.

But even so, the Sword Saint still felt that he was close to breaking through their barriers.

The Sword Saint only hoped that Zheng Fan could continue to support, until the moment his sword returned.

He and Wei You were just guessing the movements of the other battle through the perception of each other's aura, and could not see the current situation with their own eyes, but in their hearts, they were actually really concerned about the people in that battle.

"Calm down!"

Kong Shanyang shouted to Wei You,

"You have to believe in her."

Wei You didn't have time to respond,

The Sword Saint preemptively said:

"Yes."

...

"Hoo... hoo... hoo..."

The woman stopped, her breath was already in chaos.

She shouted:

"What are you hiding, what are you hiding!"

Previously, it was you who wanted to escape;

Later, it was also you who didn't escape underwater;

Now, it's you who are neither escaping nor fighting!

The woman felt that this Marquis of Yan was more difficult to "serve" than her most troublesome youngest son.

"I'm thinking about how to make you... more desperate."

The woman's eyes narrowed.

"Now, I've thought of it."

Yes,

This is why Mowan didn't take action before and was just dodging, and it seemed a little too cheap to inflict any physical harm on the woman by taking action like this.

For people of this level, the injuries to the body, even if you peel off her skin layer by layer, she will feel pain, but it will definitely not be very exciting or collapse.

And what Mowan wanted was revenge.

To let the woman fall into despair and real madness in his own sight as revenge.

"I want to make your man die... before your eyes."

Zheng Fan's hands began to interweave, and his mouth began to chant obscure spells.

Why the Sword Saint couldn't break through the situation over there,

Because there was a Qi Refiner who isolated the phenomena of this place, preventing the Sword Saint from borrowing the power of the second rank to break the situation with one sword.

Then,

He would break through this isolated celestial phenomenon!

Woman,

The anger you gave me,

I will repay you double!

Maybe,

This is the revenge of a child, without so much utilitarianism, but with taken-for-granted assumptions, this belongs to, the child's... lovely innocence.

Qi Refiners, Fangshi (alchemists), and other such existences, they observe, think, and use the principles of this world in ways that are beyond ordinary people's understanding, thereby creating mysterious things;

And Mowan,

He himself,

Is a ghost.

What ghosts can do, he can also do. Maybe he couldn't do it before, but now, after leveling up two levels in a row, he can do it.

What countless people outside the world pursue is ascension to immortality, shedding the shackles of their own skin, so that their spirit can travel the universe;

To put it bluntly,

Isn't that Mowan's state?

The woman's eyes were first puzzled, then confused, then surprised, and finally, when she realized that the atmosphere around Zheng Fan was changing clearly,

A look of horror finally appeared on her face very clearly.

"You... you are also a Qi Refiner?"

Once,

There was a man in Great Yan, at the peak of martial arts, who defeated the Sword Saint in a heads-up battle;

The fire in Yingdu even killed the Fire Phoenix spirit alone.

On the night of the Manchu royal court, he beheaded the Right Guli King, destroyed the sacrifices, and was almost omnipotent, subverting the world's single cognition of so-called strong men.

And this scene is being replayed today on the Wangjiang River.

People will try to explain the phenomenon that does not conform to common sense with their own cognitive thinking.

The woman remembered,

The Marquis of Pingxi of Yan in front of her is the closed-door disciple of that Prince Nan.

The world rumors that Prince Nan taught him the art of war;

But now it seems that it is not just that.

Facing the woman's terrified questioning,

For a while,

Zheng Fan's expression was a little distorted.

Mowan realized that his dad, that is, Hou Ye Zheng, was very eager to say a word at this time.

But Mowan didn't like this sentence, because it would ruin his image at this time.

But his dad insisted that this sentence would enrich his image at this time.

Father and son are now sharing a body, and theoretically, Hou Ye Zheng, as the real owner of this body, can launch a struggle to regain control of the body at any time.

And facing his father's increasingly urgent meaning,

Under compulsion,

Mowan chose temporary surrender,

He promised to say that sentence to satisfy his father's pretentious needs at this time.

Otherwise, he felt that his dad might be more reckless than before, and would not hesitate to forcefully take over this body in order to say that sentence.

Mowan thought that the silly big guy was right, such a bothersome lord, should be killed with an axe.

Otherwise, how do you explain why he is actually thinking about this in his head at this time!

At this moment,

Mowan continued to pinch the handprints,

But the spell stopped,

And said:

"Woman, what did you just ask this Marquis?"

The woman clenched the whip tightly,

And said:

"You are actually... a dual cultivation of martial arts and Qi Refining?"

Zheng Fan shook his head,

And said:

"This Marquis just... knows a little bit of Fangshu (magical arts)."

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Adjusting the routine, good night, hugging everyone!