Wu Xiaode opened his mouth and said in an eerie tone:

"Mortal, you-"

Boom.

A heavy blow.

He beat himself up until he was lying on the ground, with sour foam spitting out of his mouth.

The tone changed.

Wu Xiaode's voice came out:

"Stop talking nonsense, I asked you just now why you want to destroy this world."

A strange tone sounded: "You are not qualified to ask me anything. On the contrary, I can see your desperate look right away."

He raised a hand again.

The flames of destruction burst out from the hand——

Boom!

His other hand hit his chest hard again, so hard that his whole body was shaken and he almost jumped.

The flame went out immediately.

"Damn it! I didn't come to this world to endure torture!"

I couldn't help but scream in a weird tone.

He opened his mouth again and said in Wu Xiaode's tone:

"You can't go back now. I advise you to answer my words carefully, so that maybe we can still coexist peacefully."

The strange voice suddenly roared: "I, the king of evil spirits among evil and chaos, want to answer the words of a mere mortal like you? Who do you think you are!"

Snapped.

The hand slapped it.

My face is burning and hurting——

This kind of mortal pain and insult caused Evilling to suddenly go into a rage.

"You can only control one hand, hehehe, watch me cut you off!"

Its other hand suddenly shot out a cold light.

The hand belonging to Wu Xiaode was immediately cut off and fell to the ground.

"Hahahahaha!"

He laughed loudly, sealed the wound, and jumped up and down in the small room.

After jumping for a while, he squatted down again, looked at the arm on the ground, and whispered:

"You can't hit me now, damn boy."

Snapped.

A slap came over, hitting her face hard.

He was beaten so hard that he was stunned on the spot.

He slowly raised his only remaining arm and raised his middle finger.

Wu Xiaode's voice then sounded:

"I can control one arm - the meaning of this sentence is - even if there is only one arm left, it is mine, and you don't."

Make a fist with your palms.

Uppercut, lower uppercut, swing, jab—

Beat continuously for one minute.

Boom.

Wu Xiaode fell to the ground, breathing heavily.

Heart-wrenching pain all over my body.

He looked at the broken arm——

The only hand became the opponent's, and it spanked him for so long.

…It’s better to take this arm back.

This way at least you have one arm to use.

He turned over, rolled over, let the cut of the severed arm be reattached to the arm, and whispered in his mouth;

"Broken wounds heal."

The arms have grown back.

Not even blood came out.

"Boy, what do you want?" it shouted.

"I asked you why you want to kill all living beings in this world - I have asked you once just now. This is the second time. If you ask me again for the third time, I will stab you with my sword." Wu Xiaode said.

"You? Dare to stab yourself with a sword?" the evil spirit sneered.

Clang!

The desolate sword at his waist flew out of the scabbard, and was caught skillfully by Wu Xiaode's other hand, before stabbing into his chest with a "pop" sound.

The whole process went smoothly, as if it had been done countless times.

——No hesitation at all!

The expression on Wu Xiaode's face was dull for a few seconds.

"Ahhhhhhhhh! It hurts!"

He fell to the ground and howled loudly.

How long has it been since you suffered such severe pain?

He is the king of evil spirits, and he is a first-class existence even in the spirit world. In the past, anyone who dared to look at him again would be killed by him.

Unexpectedly, in this world, someone could stab himself with a sword like this!

Damn it!

Damn it!!!

It kept moaning, and suddenly found that its body began to gradually become colder, and a suffocating feeling emerged.

die.

dying!

The evil spirit couldn't bear it anymore.

He died tens of millions of years ago, so now that he has just returned to the human world, he has to endure the feeling of death again?

The pain is getting more and more severe.

Consciousness begins to blur.

No more...

It suddenly opened its mouth and spit out a halo of warm breath, covering itself.

Waited for a while.

The wound begins to heal.

The pain is still severe.

It was the stronger pain it produced when it rubbed its flesh and blood when it held down the sword with the hand it controlled and slowly pulled it out.

"What the hell... what the hell..."

The evil spirit cursed and threw the wild sword to the ground with a clang.

A few breaths have passed.

The healing spell disappears.

Wu Xiaode opened his eyes and sat up from the ground.

He suddenly said:

"I have a question."

In the Book of the Dead, when the Human Emperor saw that it was Wu Xiaode who asked the question, he said:

"what is the problem?"

"Now this evil spirit is attached to me. If I die, my soul will naturally go to the world of death - what about it? What will be its fate?" Wu Xiaode asked.
To be continued...