Wang Qi looked down at Han Li who was unconscious, his eyes were full of thought, his brain was spinning, flipping through the inheritance memories, looking for a way.

If it was in a low-level plane, a child of destiny like Han Li, even if he casually slapped him to death and took everything from him, he wouldn't worry about anything.

But in this plane of existence in the immortal realm, Wang Qi can't help but be cautious.

If he directly killed Han Li now, the collapse of the origin of the collusion between his body and the plane would inevitably lead to the plane backlash, although it would not be like the "Grim Reaper" to thunder at him, and he would not die.

But it is easy for some coincidental things to happen, such as an immortal who was exploring treasures somewhere in the fairy world suddenly encountered a spatial crack and was swept into the mortal world, which happened to fall in front of Wang Qi.

Or the ban that had existed for an unknown number of years in the Scarlet Forbidden Land suddenly collapsed, creating a storm that strangled everything within it.

In any case, the main reason is that the current plane level is not low, there are too many powerful existences, and there are countless things that can pose a deadly threat to the current Wang Qi.

But it's not completely impossible, at least in the inheritance memory of the bald man, there are many ways to deal with such problems.

After a while, Wang Qi's eyes lit up and he found a method that made him the most excited.

Steal the day!

Refining Han Li's flesh, bones, and soul, sacrificing the Origin Power in his body, and then merging with himself and using it for his own use, indirectly making himself a child of destiny in this plane, and silently stealing the origin of the plane.

This secret method was extremely cruel, in the process of casting the spell, not only did he have to ensure that Han Li's soul was immortal and let him suffer unimaginable pain, but he also had to split his own flesh and blood, root bones, and a part of his soul and endure great pain.

If he can't bear it, or if he fails to cast the spell, Wang Qi's doppelganger will definitely explode and die on the spot, and he will not be spared.

Success, the benefits are enormous, failure is costly.

Wang Qi struggled with his face, and after hesitating for a long time, he made up his mind, he was reluctant to let the child catch the wolf, and it was a big deal to lose this clone, anyway, everything here was already understood.

After making a decision, he immediately took action, and Han Li, who was unconscious, was quickly placed in a cross-legged position on the ground, and then he sat on the ground facing Han Li.

The true qi in Wang Qi's body swirled, condensed a wind blade dagger, and slashed at his wrist fiercely, and suddenly a stream of blood spurted out.

His expression was as usual, and his other hand got up, using his own blood as ink, drawing in the air, and gradually, a complex and strange rune appeared between the two.

He then slowly pushed with his palm, carrying the rune cover towards Han Li's body.

As soon as the runes came into contact with Han Li, they immediately disintegrated into long worms that looked like ugly, burrowing into his face, body, limbs, and other places.

Han Li's body suddenly twitched violently, and his face became like a demon in hell, extremely hideous, his eyelids trembling, as if he was about to wake up.

Wang Qi sneered, using his fingers as a sword, connecting points with Han Li's body, and at the same time, a low incantation like an ancient song sounded in his mouth, echoing in the cave.

As the incantation echoed, Han Li's distorted face slowly calmed down and he fell deeper into a coma.

Wang Qi took out a mid-grade spirit stone, absorbed it, and after the mana recovered, he looked solemn, slashed his wrist again, and drew the runes with blood donations.

In this way, for more than a day, he cast spells while recovering, drawing dozens of blood-colored runes, all of which entered Han San's body.

At this point, Han Li's entire body was enveloped in a strange blood light, and under his skin, long red worms that bulged up wriggled and rolled, looking extremely ugly.

And Wang Qi was also pale, without a trace of blood, the whole person seemed to be dehydrated, even his lips became chapped, and his wrists were densely covered with huge wounds, and the blood oozing out was no longer bright red, but looked dull.

"Almost."

After recovering his mana again, his magic technique changed, and one after another true qi entered Han Sansan's body, and he drank in his mouth: "Devour!" ”

In an instant, Han Zheng let out a burst of roars, and the long worms all over the skin instantly rushed into his body.

"Ah————!!!h

Han Li's eyes suddenly opened, and he let out a heart-rending scream of pain.

But then, the skin and blood vessels all over his body cracked and shattered, and the whole person turned into a blood-colored mass of flesh, squirming with a roar of pain to the soul......

Wang Qi was unmoved, the magic trick in his hand kept changing, and the chanting sound sounded again.

If it had been before, he might not have used such cruel methods in pursuit of power, he might have spared Han Li, or he might have taken him as his subordinate.

But now, he himself is a person struggling in the sea of suffering, his family, friends, courtiers, everyone's lives are closely related to him, if he doesn't move forward, he will die!

What Han Li could get by letting him go was far less than what he could get, and he might even be hated by Han Li, this cruel immortal cultivation realm could not allow him to be careless.

He never thought that he was a righteous person, the law of the jungle, and in this world, it was a matter of course.

"Close!"

Wang Qi drank softly, the magic changed again, and the meat ball in front of him exploded into smashes with a "boom", but it was intercepted by a transparent barrier, and finally gathered together, turning into a puddle of viscous red and black liquid.

But the strange thing was that Han Li's roar still resounded through the cave, coming from the liquid.

Wang Qi breathed a sigh of relief, the most crucial step was finally completed, Han Li's flesh, bones, and soul all melted together, turning into the puddle of liquid in front of him.

He muttered words in his mouth, wiped his eyes, and suddenly saw a cloud of origin energy floating above the liquid, between the void and the real.

This mass of Origin Energy was rooted in the void at one end, and a tube-like line stretched out from the other end, submerging into the liquid that Han Li had formed below, and the two were deeply linked.

If Han Li died, this connected pipe would also collapse, and the origin would collapse, and the backlash of the plane would also come in an instant.

But now it is still intact, and only by hiding it from the sky can we change the day.

Wang Qi opened the storage bag, took out a bottle of elixir to treat injuries, poured it all into his mouth, and then took out a magic weapon flying sword, and used his mana to resist it.

Looking at the flying sword suspended in front of him, he gritted his teeth, pulled his hand, and fell down fiercely at himself.

"Ah————!h

This time it was his screams.

One arm and one leg were slashed to the ground by a flying sword.

Wang Qi didn't dare to waste time, put away the flying sword, recited the incantation, and the only remaining hand flashed with a strange black light, slashing at his head.

"Ah————!!!h

This time the pain was more intense than before, and he trembled all over, and the dripping drops of sweat fell to the ground, mixing with the blood spilled, almost turning the entire area around him into a pool of blood.

"Can't sleep!"

Wang Qi's eyelids trembled, and he almost couldn't control it, and the pain hit him in waves, and the whole person was about to explode.

But he didn't dare to fall asleep, and his upper teeth were clenched into his lower lip, and the smell of blood in his mouth made him wake up a lot.

Resisting the pain, he stained his blood with ink, used his remaining hand to draw a rune in the air, and then threw the severed hands and feet with great effort.

Then with a stroke of the hand, the severed soul and bones rushed into the rune together.