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There is a little girl in the family who has just grown up

"Fierce spirit, you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue! With your little ability, you're too embarrassed to yell at me! In the direction from which the voice came, a green light similar to the shape of the Black Dead appeared in front of the Black Dead Spirit. Sneaky murderous, you are embarrassed to challenge me! ”

If Zhen Cheng was still in the middle dantian at the moment, he would definitely be able to recognize that the green flame-shaped object floating in front of the machine spirit was the fierce spirit formed by Lin Mengwei's fierce veins transformed into his body.

Before Lin Mengwei was found to have a murderous vein, Zhen Cheng had already formed a murderous aura in his eyes because of his training in a high-ranking prison. Occasionally, when he was angry, the green gaze in Zhen Cheng's eyes was the most haode proof.

Zhen Cheng is too kind, unless he is very angry, the murderous aura can be revealed, but it is far from the level of murderous formation. It wasn't until Lin Mengwei's remaining fierce veins were transferred to Zhen Cheng's body that the murderous aura blended with the fierce veins, and this green and shining fierce spirit was formed in Zhen Cheng's middle dantian. Zhen Cheng blamed the blackness of his dantian on the blackness, which was really a bit subjective and arbitrary.

Murderous aura is actually a signal sent by animals when they attack each other, and this signal needs to be detected by the "sixth sense".

Murderous, autumn cool and murderous. "Su Wen: The Great Treatise of the Six Yuan Zheng Era" clouds: "If the cold water is better than the fire, it will be hail, the sun will not cure, and the murderous spirit will be done." ”

"Lü's Spring and Autumn and Mid-Autumn Period" said: "The murderous spirit is soaked, and the yang energy is declining." ”

Du Fu's poem "Guan'an Xibing Goes to the Pass to Standby": "The lonely cloud follows the murderous spirit, and the birds avoid the gate." ”

The murderous spirit of ordinary people is actually to vent their anger, which can also be called "evil anger".

Someone once did such an experiment, put a wild cat and a mouse in the forest, put in a box, separated by two soundproof sheets, the two boards are not very far apart, and then eliminate the smell, and they can't see each other, but the cat seems to feel something, as if they want to go through the board, and keep scratching the board with their paws, while the mouse is curled up on the other side, it can be seen that the cat feels that the mouse is next door, and the mouse also feels the cat, but how do the cat and the mouse feel each other?

According to scientists, this may be the sixth sense of animals in addition to their five senses, that is, instead of detecting each other through their ears, noses, eyes, etc., animals can sense a signal emitted by natural enemies or other animals that want to attack themselves through their sixth sense; This signal can be interpreted as "murderous".

In fact, people also have a sixth sense, but people are often detached from nature, this feeling slowly weakens, but it does not disappear, for example, those veterans on the battlefield can often feel whether there is an ambush enemy on the opposite side, or those hunters who have lived in the forest all their lives to hunt, these people who have been through life and death for a long time, can slowly stimulate this feeling.

Murderous, militarily, is a deified existence.

Murderous aura, is a kind of spiritual liliang or a kind of death breath condensed, people in the era of cold weapons are far away from the voice, sensual acuity may be easier to feel this kind of thing, after the progress of civilization, people around the sensory stimulation more and more, away from death is getting farther and farther away, killing people like hemp There are fewer and fewer aliens, in this era when the bailiffs who are executing the sentence have to receive psychological counseling, the possibility of ordinary people feeling murderous is getting smaller and smaller.

How many people died under the black corpse, the black corpse machine spirit himself can't remember. Seeing the fierce spirit that had been condensed and formed, the black corpse weapon spirit was naturally ready for battle.

", we're all cowering in this stinking skin now! If you fight, I don't know if it will damage this fragile body! How about we try it another way? ”

The black soul is the soul of the weapon, and the fierce spirit takes pleasure in killing. The two are natural partners and natural enemies.

The machine spirit looks down on the evil spirit, because the evil spirit kills and does not distinguish between good and evil; The Evil Spirit looks down on the Machine Spirit, because in the eyes of the Evil Spirit, the Machine Spirit is just a puppet.

"Whatever!" If the Black Soul is not destroyed, the Black Soul can kill the Evil Spirit now. But without the black corpse as a support, what should Zhen Cheng do if he is really tossed to death? Forget it if you disappear by yourself, who will guard your own master?

"haha-smart-" The evil laughter of the fierce spirit stirred in Zhen Cheng's middle dantian. "I knew you would choose this way!" To prove his cleverness, the fierce spirit's laughter was louder.

"Are you much better than me? Without this shell, I can still live! And if you don't have this body, you'll disappear in no time! "The voice of the fierce spirit is a bit yin and yang, some are not male or female. If the Black Death Weapon Spirit knew that this fierce spirit was caused by the transfer of Lin Mengwei's fierce veins, then he could understand that the fierce spirit in front of him would be like this.

"Each other, each other! Everyone can't help it, that's why they live together in such a messy shell! We should work together to transform Zhen Cheng into a god of war, an invincible god of killing! Bursts of green light suddenly surged around the fierce spirit, and without warning, it suddenly launched an attack on the machine spirit.

"Whew-" A black aura separated from the form of the black corpse spirit, illusory into a small sword that could not be smaller, and met the green light like a spear.

"Sonorous and sonorous—"

"Bang

The two condensed weapons made a sound of physical weapons colliding in Zhen Cheng's middle dantian.

"Come again!" The fierce spirit roared excitedly, throwing its body into the spear, and the green light instantly grew a few inches.

"The Pearl of Rice!" The black corpse didn't dare to slack off, and like a fierce spirit, he also transformed his body into a small green sword and greeted him.

"Sonorous and sonorous—"

"Bang

The sound of the weapons handing over became more intense, one after the other, and the sound was urgent.

"Ahh

"Ahh

Zhen Cheng, who was sleeping soundly, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. In his chest, a feeling of being cut by a knife came, and Zhen Cheng woke up from his sleep.

The bright red blood looked extremely dazzling and terrifying in this dark night, if it wasn't for the ability to see inside, Zhen Cheng would definitely suspect that he had a terminal illness.

"Stone, what's wrong with you? Got a nightmare? Wu Xin, who lived next door, heard a concerned inquiry.

"It's okay! It's okay! Zhen Cheng gritted his teeth and raised his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth. There was a faint pain in the middle dantian, and a nausea feeling that had never been felt again surged.

Zhen Cheng, who knows the art of Qihuang, doesn't think that what he spit out is bruising. The bright red color was obviously telling me that I was hurt!

There was a dull pain in his chest, and Zhen Cheng suspected that his injury was related to the Black Death Machine Spirit.

"Ahh Zhen Cheng couldn't let Wu Xin know his current pain, not because he couldn't tell him, but because he was worried about Wu Xin's hairy personality and causing trouble for himself.

When suffering from soul pain, Zhen Cheng thought countless times that it would be good if it was physical pain. Now when the pain came from the dantian, Zhen Cheng knew that no matter what kind of pain it was, as long as it happened to him, it would not be haode.

Tanzhong acupoint is one of the important acupoints of the human body, and Zhen Cheng, who has been in pain a few times, wants to slap it with one palm. The blood spat again and again, and it was not until dawn that the feeling of a rat being swallowed down its throat disappeared.

"Damn brute!" The Black Death Weapon Spirit was hiding in the middle dantian, and Zhen Cheng didn't even think about it, so he blamed the pain on the Black Death Weapon Spirit. "I really shouldn't have brought this damn thing back in the first place!"

Maybe it's because of the top of the mountain, it's a little early in the morning. Lying on the bed, Zhen Cheng, who was weak, became more and more confused about his future.

In the past few days of torture, Zhen Cheng couldn't eat or sleep well, and the whole person lost weight. The blood dried up quickly, and Zhen Cheng reluctantly got up and dealt with it quickly.

In the past, when dealing with other people's bloodstains, Zhen Cheng was very fast. Dealing with his own blood stains today, Zhen Cheng had mixed feelings.

Depressed! Wrath! Helpless! Appoint!

Wu Xin's room was silent, and he must have been worried all night, and he didn't sleep until dawn.

The days when women cared about it, although they were happy, also made Zhen Cheng feel the heaviness of the burden on his shoulders. Since he met Wu Xin, Zhen Cheng has been working hard to make Wu Xin happy. But until today, have you made Wu Xin happy?

After cleaning up his blood stains and confirming it several times, Zhen Cheng leaned on the bed and meditated in a daze on everything he had done since he went to college.

Like a person with blood, after spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, Zhen Cheng felt that his mind was very clear. The feeling of powerlessness that I felt a few days ago was still there, but it wasn't as strong as it was yesterday.

"Could it be that the milky white gas of the lower dantian is useful for your own sleepiness?" The middle dantian was occupied by the black mortar weapon spirit, and the mud pill palace was often patronized by the black mortuary weapon spirit, Zhen Cheng felt that so far, only the lower dantian belonged to himself.

"It's strange, how can the milky white gas gushing out of my lower dantian nourish the spiritual power in the Mud Pill Palace?" The human body is not clear to the wisest scientists on Shijie. Under the dantian where countless accidents have occurred, Zhen Cheng can't figure out the situation now.

"With all my strength, I should go back to the medicine garden! Get some tonic and take it! Zhen Cheng, who has rarely vomited blood since he was a child, thought about the torture he had suffered in the past few days, Zhen Cheng decided to go back to the medicine garden to get some medicinal materials to make up for it. The more he thought about it, the more right it became, Zhen Cheng quickly got up and walked outside the house.