C26 Ultimate reverse scale

Outside the villa, I clenched my fists to the limit. My nails pierced my palm, causing blood to flow out!

Angry flames burned in my heart and were about to explode.

My conjecture was confirmed, and this was the result of my considerable dislike.

A drop in emotion!

The youngest junior sister had her head lowered! And it was the most unorthodox type of Falling Corpse Oil technique.

No wonder her actions changed so much, no wonder there was no Yin Qi, it was because this was an evil art of decapitation, and Mo Wen Xing was a Descending Division.

As long as it came into contact with the target's skin, it would have an effect. The caster would not be able to notice it, and after a period of time, she would listen to the caster, be willing to offer her body and soul, remain loyal, and even be willing to risk her life for the other party.

I remembered the 'Sleeping Beauty' outside the curtain, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration. I suddenly remembered that when Master was chatting a long time ago, he mentioned to me a kind of extremely evil 'Head Descending Life Continuing Technique'.

Simply speaking, one needed to collect the blood and sweat of 99 eight-character All Yang women and refine a Life Continuing Pill for the patient to consume. As long as the patient was still alive, the person would be able to recover their soul and continue living.

This is the practice of saving women. If he wanted to save the male patient, then he would have to gather ninety-nine words of the man's blood and sweat to refine this pill.

This was a great method to reverse Yin and Yang, and the Descending Division who used this technique had to lose at least twenty years of his lifespan.

The so-called blood essence was the source of the blood. A person's blood was able to refine a small cup of blood essence, and a cup of ninety-nine cups of blood essence that met the requirements was able to refine a Life Continuing Pill.

However, the process of refining a person's blood and sweat would result in one's death.

How do you make people willingly offer all their blood?

A drop in their emotions, without a doubt, was the best method. Afterwards, without any trouble, their families would only think that they had killed themselves because they couldn't bear it.

This little deity's eyes once again swept across the 90 over photos. They were all young girls, and because they were locked on by Mo Wen Xing, they were affected by the corpse oil and were willing to give up their bodies and souls.

Those who were killed in such a manner had their souls lose consciousness and were destined to become wraiths, unable to be reborn. Unless I can find their souls and raise them back in my memory, they will forever wander on in a muddled state.

Little Junior Sister Fang Rou, was the final sacrifice of this evil art.

As long as Fang Rou died, Mo Wen Xing would have enough blood and sweat in his hands, he would be able to refine the Life Continuing Pill and revive the 'living dead' outside, but the price was 99 lives of girls!

"This is too cruel, too hateful, it's bullying!" I was angry, unprecedented.

The Descending Alchemy was a branch of the Mao Mountain, and was a branch of the Mao Mountain that was separated from them a long time ago.

Not all of the masters were evil. It was still the same. When arcane skills were used on the right path, that was justice. On the other hand, it was evil.

Mo Wen Xing's usage was extremely evil. In order to save his beloved girl, he had first used his emotions to confuse her heart, and then used it to harm them, causing them to die unjustly. What kind of cruel and vicious behavior was this!

"Mo, Wen, ok!"

I spat out the name word by word in my heart, gritting my teeth.

"This enmity is irreconcilable! How dare you target my Master and I, your precious little sister, to harm her life! You must be tired of living! "

Killing intent surged in my heart and I couldn't control it.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps could be heard.

The little deity was shocked and quickly flew far away.

She remembers my words. You have to stay far enough away from Mo Wenxing, otherwise it will be very dangerous.

As a Descending Division, even if he wasn't strong enough, it was still easy for him to kill a little kid like this little deity.

I stared at the curtain as Mo Wenxing walked in.

He was still holding the bottles and jars, with a strange smile on his face. After passing through the curtain, he lowered his head and walked quickly, not even glancing at the pictures on the wall. Perhaps, he didn't dare to look.

I now understand why the temperature in this place is so low, even using the Head Subduing Technique would cause such a phenomenon. I could already see the white mist that Mo Wenxing was exhaling, the temperature in the basement was already -10 degrees Celsius.

Of course, this is because Mo Wen Xing's cultivation in this area isn't high enough. Otherwise, he would have a way to control the temperature and keep it normal.

The feeling Mo Wen Xing gave me is getting more and more dangerous. Even though he is just a beginner Descending Division, I am still just a rookie, and can't even be considered as a junior disciple of the Mao Mountain's Ghost sect. If I were to fight him head on, I might not necessarily be his match.

Since it's related to my junior's safety, I can't be impulsive. Carefully studying my opponent, giving him a fatal blow is the way to go.

The power of his emotions had just been revealed on his junior sister not too long ago. There was still a period of time before he would kill her and take her blood and sweat. I have to use this period of time to counterattack.

In this world, there are only two people that I keep in my heart. One of them is my master, and the other one is the little junior sister who followed behind me and called out 'senior apprentice brother'.

This is the oath I made when I was eight years old, my ultimate reverse scale.

Whoever dares to touch him, I will kill him without a burial ground! No matter who he is, no matter who's supporting him, I'll make him pay a huge price.

Mo Wen Xing brought a large pile of items to Fang Rou's picture. He first placed those items on the red cloth table, then, he looked towards the little deity and I with some discomfort, but he still could not discover anything, so he did not take it seriously.

He looked at the incense burner and discovered that it was burnt out. He lit another three incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner. Then, he opened a few small bottles.

Mo Wenxing didn't care at all. He poured the liquid onto the two little wooden figures on the metal plate. Then, he opened a few small jars. The things that came out from them made my body shiver.

There were enormous centipedes, toads, and dark green snakes.

After putting the poisonous creatures on a plate, he excitedly ate the unknown liquids. After that, each piece of venom exploded one after another, splashing all over the small table.

Mo Wenxing seemed to have already known this since long ago. Only when he was far away did he come forward.

I found that he had put on transparent gloves, and mixed the exploded poison with the unknown liquid with his fingers. Then, using these things, he placed them on his fingers and drew runes on the center of his junior's eyebrows. These were runes that I did not recognize.

Something strange happened. The moment he finished drawing the rune, the rune flashed and then mysteriously disappeared into the picture.

I realized that the rune he drew was the same as the one on the little junior sister's picture. The difference was that the rune was upside down, and the direction was in the opposite direction from the little junior sister's.

Similarly, the rune was hidden in his photo.

He let out a sigh of relief and picked up the two small wooden figures lying on the metal plate. A long needle appeared in his hand and he chanted a strange incantation. Then, he pierced the needle through the two little people's bodies and connected them.

After this step, the incantation came to an end.

He spoke in a foreign language that I could not understand, but the other side was doing it, and that was understandable.

Mo Wen Xing's smile became even more obvious. He used the red cloth on the table to wipe off the liquid from the little person's body and then used it to wipe the table and iron plate. This little person completed his mission and was thrown into an iron bucket, after lighting the red cloth, he conjured a new red cloth and placed it on the small table.

"Fang Rou, I'm sorry, I truly like you. But, that person outside is my true love, I can't just watch her die, I can only sacrifice you." "Rest assured, before I take your blood, I will definitely let you experience the joy of being a woman and not let you live in vain."

At the start, Mo Wenxing muttered with a bit of guilt, but at the end, his words became very evil.

I almost couldn't help it.

But I knew that I couldn't show my whereabouts. I could only try my best not to lose control.

The more angry he was, the calmer he had to be.

My master often nagged me and my junior sister in my ears. Back then, when I listened to it, I felt that my master was as long-winded as a monk. Only now did I understand just how important these words are.

It was the summation of one's life experience. As the saying goes, if one doesn't listen to the words of the old man, one would suffer a loss in front of one's eyes. Most youngsters would not care about these words, but I am different.

Facing such a cruel and cruel Descending Division, it was not easy to solve the problem.

The most important thing for him to do now was to first get rid of the emotional drop in his junior sister. The emotional drop technique that was cast with corpse oil as a medium was a forbidden technique within the true inheritance of the Descending Division. This was because it used a technique to bind one's feelings, not a technique that could be used naturally.

Not all Descending Division s were bad people. Some of the couples who had broken off their relationship used their emotions to slowly push their relationship, which wasn't what Mo Wen Xing did.

That is to say, if both sides were to be 100% certain that they were not willing to make peace, the descent of their emotions would be ineffective. The basic condition for this spell to be effective was that they still had hope and good will towards each other.

In this respect, it is not an evil art to say that ordinary emotions can promote a more harmonious relationship between couples and do not go against each other's wishes.

Corpse oil was the exact opposite of emotions. It didn't matter if you were willing or not. Forcefully activating it, one could say that you were controlling your mind. This was definitely an evil art!

After this emotional response, the victim's behavior presents some of the characteristics of the donor before death.