Mao Rui was stunned for a moment, then grinned, and he felt that he had found something remarkable.

Since karmic fire can scorch the divine consciousness that is close to it, what will happen if you directly fool people? Mao Rui himself didn't know this, after all, he had only experimented with a stone.

Although it was only a very small burn mark on the stone at the time, as for what would happen if it touched a living thing, just try it, and to be honest, Mao Rui was quite expecting the result.

The right hand clenched into a fist, and the small cluster of flames in the palm of the hand spread out, covering the entire fist.

How can it be said that before the meridians were broken, they also practiced fire attribute exercises, and some simple fire control abilities were still available.

Experimental subjects or anything, Mao Rui is not picky. Using the principle of proximity, he quickly came behind a deacon of Xiao Jianzong who was fighting with Li Hai.

A punch slammed into the deacon's waist, and because it was an experiment, Mao Rui's punch controlled the strength of the punch, at most, it would injure the deacon who had completed his qi training, but it was not fatal.

The divine consciousness could clearly see that the karmic fire wrapped in Mao Rui's fist had just touched the deacon's body, and the fire quickly expanded, permeating his entire body.

The deacon, who was punched to the ground, let out a terrible scream, and kept rolling on the ground, screaming as he rolled.

Rolling and rolling, it didn't move, Mao Rui stepped forward and kicked lightly with his foot a few times, but there was still no movement. The divine sense checked and found that there were no other injuries on his body except for the scars on his body that were punched by himself, and his breath of life was indeed dissipating rapidly.

Mao Rui scratched his head in confusion, he died so soon, but before he died, he said something to tell me the cause of death.

Mao Zhe and Mao Hao stepped forward, Mao Zhe first checked with his divine sense, and the result was the same as Mao Rui. Squatting down, he stretched out a palm with a black mang, and attached it to the deacon.

After a while, Mao Zhe withdrew his palm, raised his head, looked at Mao Rui with complicated eyes and said, "The soul is gone, and what is lying here is just an empty shell." ”

"Knowing that you can't beat it, the soul escapes from the body?" asked Mao Hao.

Mao Zhe didn't answer, just shook his head, and continued to look at Mao Rui with complicated eyes, and Mao Hao also set his eyes on Mao Rui.

"I guess it was burned by karma. Mao Rui said with some uncertainty.

"Try again?" Mao Zhe encouraged.

Nodding, he used the principle of proximity again, and quickly approached the nearest disciple of Xiao Jian Sect. The hand that covered the karmic fire gently patted the person.

This time it was very light, it was a very ordinary pat, and it would not cause any harm to this disciple. Of course, if this disciple wants to pretend to be in pain, then don't worry about it.

It was still the same routine, the karmic fire covering Mao Rui's palm, as soon as it touched this disciple's body, the fire quickly expanded, permeating his whole body.

After this disciple was slapped by Mao Rui, a painful expression appeared on his face, and his body trembled violently a few times. When the trembling was over, and the pain on his face was gone, the disciple quickly retreated, distanced himself from Mao Rui enough, and looked at Mao Rui with a look full of fear.

"Not dead, is the firepower too small?" Mao Zhe asked.

"No, I can only physically control the karmic fire at the moment, and I can't control the amount of firepower yet. It should be something else, I'll try again. Mao Rui wondered.

The conversation between Mao Rui and Mao Zhe did not do anything to shield it, nor did it use divine sense to transmit sounds, and it completely fell into the ears of this disciple of Xiao Jian Sect.

This disciple was overwhelmed with grief and indignation, and he was actually used as a guinea pig for experiments. Quickly turned around and fled in a direction away from Mao Rui.

From beginning to end, Mao Rui didn't take this Xiao Sword Sect disciple in his eyes, and when he saw the other party fleeing, he chased after him unhurriedly. In a moment, Mao Rui had already come to the disciple's side, covered the palm of the karmic fire, clenched it into a fist, and hit him on the waist.

This punch, whether it is the position of the punch or the force of the punch, is almost no different from the punch that was hit on the deacon before.

The disciple was beaten and retreated a few steps to his side, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Before he could stand firmly, his body trembled violently a few times.

Seeing that the other party was still just trembling a few times, Mao Rui looked displeased, and punched again, this time in the other side of the waist. Pity this disciple's waist, he was scrapped by Mao Rui like this.

Even though both of his waists were broken, this disciple still trembled a few times and was fine. Of course, Mao Rui was a traumatic injury, which was only a gift during the experiment, and it was not considered an injury... At least not in Mao Rui's eyes,

Mao Rui stepped forward, punched and slapped, kicked and kicked, and each time he knocked this disciple out of external injuries, and then trembled all over, but his vitality did not dissipate much.

"Is it because the object of incineration is different, so the effect of incineration is also different?" Mao Zhe analyzed.

"I think so too. Mao Rui punched his head to end the torture of the disciple and once again applied the principle of proximity.

Mao Hao silently followed the two brothers, and without divine sense, he couldn't see the karmic fire at all, so naturally he had no right to speak.

Performing the same experiment on a Qi cultivator again, after the karmic fire covered his whole body, the monk looked ugly, gritted his teeth, and said intermittently, "You... For me... Done.. What..."

"Hey, it's a new reaction, this time I can still speak. Mao Zhe commented with interest.

"Look at the state of his soul with your blackened hands?" Maurie suggested.

Mao Zhe dodged behind the Qi cultivator, and the palm covering the black mangs was pressed against his back.

After a while, Mao Zhe withdrew his palm and said, "His soul is constantly weakening, but the process is relatively slow, and it can't be compared to the first one whose soul dissipates in the blink of an eye. ”

"Could it be because everyone's soul is strong or weak?" Although Mao Hao couldn't see it, it didn't prevent him from guessing.

Listening to Mao Zhe's words, Mao Rui's eyes flickered, and he said: "I think I probably know the reason, it's not the reason for the strength of the soul, it should be related to the resentment." ”

"There is a weak resentment in this man's body, almost the size of fifteen mortals killed. The second one also has a resentful aura on his body, but the amount is much less than this person, which is equivalent to killing four people. As for the first one, I don't see the resentment, but it must be the most. ”

Mao Zhe did not have the slightest doubt, after all, in this world, if you want to talk about the understanding of resentment, Mao Rui is definitely the authority, so he said: "Then find a few more to try? I saw that there are two more resentful ones over there." ”

"Good. Mao Rui looked at what Mao Zhe was pointing at, and there were indeed two people with a strong sense of resentment in that direction. Quickly approaching people who are closer, needless to say, is the principle of proximity.

Mao Zhe casually solved the life of the monk who was constantly losing his soul in front of him, and followed with Mao Hao.