Siba Aman's face showed a look of pain, and he slowly pulled his fingers from the center of his eyebrows, and a trace of red and black blood slowly flowed from the center of his eyebrows.

When he pulled out his entire finger, the blood that was dripping down stopped, and there was a small hole the size of a finger in the center of his eyebrows. The flesh around the small hole dried up quickly, and a trace of black gas came out of it.

Siba Aman's cheeks twitched slightly, and he could tell that he was in great pain. But his eyes flashed with brilliance, but he didn't dare to relax at all, staring closely at the look on Charat's face. His hands also moved, flicking one after another in front of his chest, forming one mysterious finger after another.

A slight moan came out of his throat, and Siba Aman put a finger on his forehead and slowly moved towards Charat.

His fingers trembled slightly, as if he were pulling a thousand pounds of boulder. With the movement of his fingers, a trace of extremely thick, ink-like black qi was suddenly slowly pulled out of the small hole in the center of his eyebrows. This black qi is extremely strange, it seems to contain some kind of self-consciousness, after being pulled out of the small hole, it is constantly rolling, as if it is unwilling, and wants to return to the small hole.

But Siba Aman gritted his teeth, and although his fingers trembled, he moved towards Charat with determination. With the movement of his fingers, the struggling black qi was finally pulled out, and slowly flowed towards the small hole in the center of Charat's eyebrows.

The gleam in Siba Aman's eyes quickly disappeared, as if all the vitality and vitality were dissipated with the separation of this black qi, and in just a moment, the pupils in his two eyes dilated, and there was no luster at all, as empty as a pair of dead people's eyes.

A sinister smile emerged from his face, and his two completely devoid eyes reflected each other, looking like a creepy heart.

"Whew!"

With a soft sound, this black gas finally quietly overflowed into Charat's eyebrows, and Xiba Aman's hollow eyes looked straight at Charat, and the sly smile on his face became deeper and deeper.

But in an instant, a muffled snort suddenly came out of Siba Aman's throat. Then his body shook violently, as if an invisible fist had slammed into his chest. Xiba Aman fell to the ground with his head in the sky, and a trace of black and purple blood immediately flowed out of the seven orifices.

Siba Acha's eyes were wide open, and his person had fallen to the ground, but he still maintained a cross-legged posture, and his face also maintained that palpitating smirk, but his body was stiff in this moment, and he was actually dead!

Charat's body, which sat cross-legged, trembled as if he had malaria, and his otherwise dull face changed dramatically with various expressions, fear, anger, sadness, despair, and surprise...... All kinds of expressions are different, and in the blink of an eye, they have changed several times, but his eyes have been tightly closed.

"Y-You know?" Charat suddenly exclaimed, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

If anyone had heard about it, they would have been so surprised that their jaws would have dropped. Because it was the voice of Siba Aman who had died that he said this.

"Why?"

Charat's face twisted strangely, the expression of astonishment on his face instantly changed to deep despair, he closed his eyes tightly, but muttered to himself, "Why? I am your own son! Why do you want to do this...... Why?"

"Hmph, do you still know that I am your father? You dare not listen to me, deliberately set up a situation, let me move all the three souls and seven spirits to you, but you hide all your spiritual consciousness in the sea of consciousness and plot against me...... You unfilial thing. ”

I just couldn't believe it, so I just tried to hide my spiritual sense, but I didn't expect that my biological father would actually devour my spiritual consciousness with the evil art of seizing and disrupting...... Father, how can you do this to your own son?"

Charat sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed, his body trembling constantly, but the expression on his face kept changing, suddenly angry, sometimes sad, suddenly fierce, and gritted his teeth. Words of anger or rebuke kept coming out of his mouth.

"That's right! I did plan to take away your sacrifice by transferring souls**, so what? You are my son, I gave birth to you and raised you, your life is what I gave you, you have lived for twenty-six years, you have already earned, shouldn't you give me your life back now? You unfilial beast, you still dare to resist, do you plan to kill your father?" This is the angry rebuke of Siba Aman.

A sneer rang out, and Charat's voice murmured, "I understand, you asked me to cultivate this Soul Devouring Great Fa, and I was uneasy and kind from the beginning. Even if I get Li Meina's virgin body and take the bloodline in her body, I'm afraid that I will still be taken away by you and die in the end, right? You have already designed it, Li Meina and I are just your pawns......

"That's good!" Xiba Aman laughed with a crazy meaning: "I have already calculated, and now, I am not afraid to tell you that this soul transfer ** was originally a part of the soul devouring **, if you want to practice this magic technique, you must find a furnace ding suitable for cultivation, let that furnace ding practice the success method first, and then use the soul transfer ** to take away, and from then on, there will be no magic backlash." Of course, if there is demon spirit essence blood in the body, the cultivation of this soul devouring ** will naturally get twice the result with half the effort. It was I who found Li Meina, who knew that you, a thing that didn't grow up, couldn't even do such a little thing. Now I'm going to find your sister Namina, but it's just a covetous **. Hmph! For the sake of you being my son, I didn't mind letting you fulfill my long-cherished wish before I died, but unfortunately, I was about to catch up with her, and you didn't even fight for it, why should I bother with you anymore?"

"Rubbish?" Two lines of tears flowed down Charat's closed eyes: "Even if I am a waste, I am also your own son, how can you do it? How can you do it......"

"Joke, Li Meina has always treated you as your own brother! You're not the same beast to attack her?" Xiba Aman sneered disdainfully, and then shouted: "It's useless to say anything, this soul transfer ** can't be stopped at all, if you are smart, you will honestly give up resisting and be devoured by me, so that you can die more comfortably, otherwise, hum!"

With the voice of Siba Aman, Charat, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly let out a miserable howl, I don't know what kind of pain he suffered, but his scream was high-pitched, as terrible as the night crying blood, it was simply unbearable to feel sorry for people when they heard it.

The howl lasted for about half an hour before Charat's voice slowly subsided. At this moment, his body was already drenched in a pouring rain, and the cold sweat oozing from his body actually formed a small puddle on the ground where he was sitting.

The howl stopped, but Charat's body remained motionless, sitting quietly in place, like a sculpture that had completely lost its breath of life.

Time passed quietly, and before you knew it, the night covered the entire sky.

At a certain moment, Charat, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly moved slightly.

"Grid, grid, grid......"

Several slight cracking sounds came from the surface of Charat's body, and at some point, a layer of ice several inches thick had condensed on his body, and with a slight movement of his body, the ice shattered one after another, turning into fragments and falling to the ground.

Two faint rays pierced the vast night like lightning, and they were fleeting. But it was Charat who slowly opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes moved, so that the heavy night seemed to be bright.

A slight sound piercing the air suddenly came out, and Chalat exhaled softly, and there was a faint feeling of turmoil around him.

"Bang!"

Charat was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, the little hole in his forehead gone. It was as he punched the ground, and the ground trembled violently at the soft thud. A gloomy and cold force permeated the air, and a crack that was a foot wide stretched out under Charat's fist, reaching a few feet away, and then slowly disappeared. Countless clanging sounds also sounded in the void, and within a radius of several kilometers of his body, the icy Netherworld Force instantly froze the water vapor in the air into ice crystals, falling down in a clump.

"The pinnacle of the marrow cleansing period!" a sinister smile appeared on Charat's face, and he muttered, "It's a pity, this spirit realm is not the original realm after all, and the communication with the Nine Netherworld is inevitably a little worse. It's just that the Soul Devouring Law has been completed, and I don't have to worry about the risk of this spell backlashing from now on, the world is so big, who else do I need to be afraid of from now on?"

Standing up slowly, Charat's gaze moved and fell on the body of Siba Aman, who was frozen on the ground.

"Father, you overestimate yourself and underestimate me. Since the Soul Swallowing Dharma can be perfected with the improvement of cultivation and self-awareness, and since the Soul Shifting Dharma is a part of the Soul Devouring Dharma, how can I be unaware? Hehe, if you want to use me as the pinnacle of practice, you shouldn't be too greedy, if when I am on Earth, my exercises are first completed, and you take my physical body with the Soul Shifting Technique, and I really have no power to fight back at that time. It's a pity that you're too greedy. ”

Charat looked at the corpse of Siba Aman with complicated eyes, and chuckled in a low voice: "Father, although I am just a pawn of yours, I am still very grateful to you for giving me all the force of your life's penance, so you can go with confidence! Don't you want to revitalize our Champs-Élysée family? This kind of difficult task will be left to your son! You don't have to worry about it." ”

With a chuckle, Charat swung out one hand, and the icy netherworld power surged out, and Siba Aman's corpse turned into an ice sculpture, and then exploded into countless ice chips with a "bang".

The cold air was overflowing, and Charat's figure twisted a few times in the night like a light smoke, and disappeared in an instant.