readx;?“ Feel my life, and the battle between you and me is over."

After the White Tomb Spirit finished speaking, he was about to apply to the elders, asking for his victory to be declared, but just as he turned around, the white horse behind him slowly got up with a look on his face, shook his head and coughed lightly twice and shouted, "Hey, boy, who said it was over?" ”

The white horse staggered to his feet, gasped and snorted coldly, covering his head and looking at the white tomb spirit: "Albino is ruthless enough, but even if you make the harm of the disease infinitely worse, this disease will not kill people, as long as I am strong-willed, I can stand up." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Oh? Can you still stand up? But do you think that the will of this world can dominate the body? Even if you can get up, you can't escape death, and now you have made two mistakes, one is that you think you can defeat me, and the second is that you think I'm just an albinist? ”

Although White Tomb Spirit's words sounded a little desperate, White Horse would not just give up, because he was Gu Jingxuan's brother.

"Don't talk nonsense, don't kill me, don't think I admit defeat."

The white horse roared and raised his three-inch wolf to draw a bottle in the sky, the bottle was not big, only the size of a palm, without too much decoration, the bottle was painted, and the golden light flashed and turned into an entity and slowly fell into the hands of the white horse.

Hakuba smirked and pulled the stopper, and poured out the contents, all of which were small black pills.

No one else knew what the white horse was, but after the white horse finished eating, a layer of fire suddenly appeared on his body, dazzling, but it disappeared after a flash in the pan.

The white horse shook the bottle, and the bottle fell to the ground and disappeared with a flash of golden light: "Hmph, do you know what this is?" This is my magic trick of observing the sky at night, absorbing the essence of the moonlit night, and I can draw anything in my consciousness. ”

"Oh? Elixir? But so what? There was an uproar, but only the White Tomb Spirit didn't care.

Bai Ma also felt that the White Tomb Spirit was bluffing, but in fact, he was already panicking in his heart: "These injuries won't kill me at all, I will slowly recover after taking this magic medicine." ”

"The spirit inheritor is not a god, and the power is not endless, and you should also know the taboo, there is no absolutely invincible power, any power has its advantages and disadvantages, even if your medicine is an elixir, as long as you can't maintain the strength, then the effect of the medicine will disappear, and even if the attributes are compatible, as long as the power is too strong, do you think you can have a chance of winning?"

"If you don't practice just talking, you can defeat me." The white horse's face was distorted and he shouted, and as soon as he changed his hand, the three-inch wolf flew upwards and brought out a golden filament, and then wrote countless words "speed" on the white horse's arm at a very fast speed.

The white horse's body is shining with golden light, the speed of his hand has increased several times, and he has raised his hand to write in the air, the words in the sky are dense and engineering, and it is quite pleasing to the eye, but the white horse only has a corner of his mouth, and in the blink of an eye, his hand stopped, and a sharp pain went straight to the brain along his arm, and the fierce struggle also made the white horse's hand tremble, but he couldn't write half a word: "As long as half a minute, I can complete the Thousand Machine Array, why is this?" ”

The white horse was puzzled, but the white tomb spirit said: "Some people are dead but he is still alive, some people are alive but seem to be dead, unfortunately, I am a person who is alive but has died, I have an empty skin, riddled with diseases, I thought this is the power of will, but when I saw that my relatives lost hope in me, I knew that the will can be destroyed, and I was able to survive not because of my strong will, but because of this power, from the day I became a successor, I knew that I no longer believed in the will, and that I was going to get the Necronomicon and gain more power to save the people of the world who were plagued by illness and despair. ”

The White Horse didn't want to hear the White Tomb Spirit speak at all, but his hands seemed to be uncontrollable, and he didn't react at all except for the severe pain.

"Sickness makes me desperate, and this strength gives me hope, do you know what it's like to be in the midst of despair and disappointment? This world is sad, people who have not experienced despair will not cherish hope, and will never see the beauty of this world, sometimes I want those who do not cherish life to experience this endless pain, haha......"

The white tomb spirit's sneer was also a chill on the back of the white horse, and the feeling was resistant and disgusting: "You're such a fucking tangled pervert......"

"I'm entangled, but I'm not a pervert, I'm the most brilliant doctor, because I want to heal not only people's bodies but also their minds, now you can give me a sense of despair! How can a scholar without hands inspire words? Do men have to use their feet? Illness makes you lose your hands, eats away at your will little by little, and makes you deeply understand what hopelessness and helplessness are. ”

The white horse suddenly raised his hand, looked at the light flashing in his hand, and then squeezed it hard, and the white horse was still curious, and suddenly felt as if his arm was being torn by someone else.

When he looked at his hands, he found that the flesh and skin were beginning to turn white and rot, and the thick water was coming out little by little, and if he continued to develop, he might see his own bones.

The white horse watched his two brushes fall to the ground, and his arms were wasted and he was about to completely lose his ability to resist, so he lowered his heart and bit out the dragon pen that fell on the ground with his mouth, and got up one by one, and began to bite the brush at a speed that the naked eye could not keep up with.

The White Tomb Spirit didn't expect that the White Horse would be able to draw what he wanted to draw without looking directly, just by looking at it sideways.

The white horse also let go of his mouth after painting, and began to lower his head and ooze cold sweat, gasping for breath, but now he has a dotted line around a half-length man, if you know this person, you can recognize this black owl at a glance, the black owl appears like the lamp god of Aladdin's magic lamp, and he floated around the white horse's shoulder and grabbed the dragon pen that belonged to him.

"Hakuba, are you okay?" The black owl is now like a belated comrade-in-arms, and he is very concerned about the situation of the white horse.

"I'm fine, but the brush casts the soul, and now it's up to you." The white horse smoke rings were all black, his face was extremely ugly, and his face and lips were white and terrifying, as if he might die at any time.

"Hold on, I'm here!"

"It's not just a virtual object of painting, it's actually a painting spirit, but I don't feel resentment, it turns out to be a brother with infinite passion, but so what? The soul power of the dead soul successor is only maintained by the main spiritual power, and you can live alone when he dies? ”

As soon as the black owl finished his trick, the white tomb spirit stabbed him, once again erasing the last bit of hope for the white horse.

The black owl raised his head and wanted to return the favor, but he saw the little light in the white tomb spirit raised his hand and slapped it on his chest: "Heart, sickness!" ”

"Poof!" Hakuba only felt as if his heart had been slashed by a thousand knives, and he couldn't breathe and had a heart-rending pain, and at the same time, a mouthful of blood spurted out and he fell to his knees.

The Black Owl is now able to detect the White Horse's problems because of the same heart.

The black owl couldn't watch the white horse die, so he inserted the dragon pen in his hand into the white horse's chest, and then shrank into the white horse's body, and possessed the white horse's body, and at this time the white horse seemed to come to life, breathing a little smoother.

"It's a capable painting spirit, but it's hard to paint the skin and bones, and it's hard to paint the spirit, you can help him for a while, but you can't save his life." The white tomb spirit looked at the white horse who was bubbling with black gas, and snorted coldly and made another move: "Sick and terminally ill!" ”

After the white tomb spirit finished speaking, he slapped his head, and then chanted like a whisper, others couldn't understand what he was chanting, but the last few names were still clearly heard: "white blood, cancer, radiation, urine, rabies, ......"

"Ah......h

The white horse fell to his knees and then fell to the ground, and the white tomb spirit also turned his head and shouted at the four elders: "Elder, you had better quickly sentence this kid to lose, otherwise he will die immediately." ”

After the White Tomb Spirit finished speaking, he no longer cared about the life or death of the white horse, and walked to a safe corner by himself and sat down to watch the confrontation of other groups.