Wu Xiaode opened his mouth and said in a treacherous tone:

"Mortal, you--"

Boom.

A heavy blow.

He threw himself on the ground, foaming at the sour mouth as he threw himself over.

The tone changed.

Wu Xiaode's voice came out:

"Less nonsense, I asked you just now, why did you destroy this world."

An eerie tone rang out: "You are not qualified to ask me anything, on the contrary, I can see your desperate expression immediately."

He raised a hand again.

Flames of destruction burst out of his hands--

Boom!

His other hand slammed into his chest again, knocking his entire body and almost jumping.

The flame of light was extinguished.

"Hell! I didn't come to endure torture!,

The weird tone couldn't help but scream.

He opened his mouth again and said in Wu Xiaode's tone:

"You can't go back now, I advise you to answer my words well, so that we may still be able to live together peacefully."

The treacherous voice suddenly roared, "I, the king of evil spirits in the midst of evil and chaos, want to answer your mere mortal words? What do you think you are?"

Syllable.

The hand slapped it.

The pain on my face is scorching --

This kind of mortal pain and insult caused the evil spirit to fall into a rage.

"You can only control one hand, hehehehe, watch me cut you off!"

Its other hand suddenly slashed out a cold light.

The hand that belonged to Wu Xiaode was suddenly cut off to the ground.

"Hahahahaha!"

He shrieked and laughed wildly, sealing the wound with his hand, and the whole person jumped up and down in the small room.

After jumping for a while, he squatted down again, looked at the arm on the ground, and whispered:

"You can't beat me now, damn boy."

Syllable.

A slap came over and hit him hard in the face.

He was beaten on the spot.

His only remaining arm slowly lifted up and raised his middle finger.

Wu Xiaode's voice then sounded:

"I can control an arm -- the meaning of that phrase -- even if there's only one arm left, it's mine.

And you don't."

Clench your palms into a fist.

Uppercut, downpercut, hook, jab--

Hit continuously for one minute.

Boom.

Wu Xiaode fell to the ground, panting for breath.

Heart-piercing pain.

He looked at the severed arm--

The only hand became the other's, and it hit itself for so long.

...... You might as well take this arm back.

So that at least one of your own arms can be used.

He rolled over, rolled over, and let the cut of the severed arm be attached back to the arm, and whispered in his mouth;

"Wounds heal."

The arm grew back.

Not even blood came out.

"Boy, what do you want?" It shouted.

"I asked you why you wanted to kill the beings in this world - I already asked once just now, this is the second time, and if you want me to say the third time, I will stab you with my sword." Wu Xiaode said.

"You? How dare you stab yourself with a sword?" The evil spirit sneered.

Boom!

The barren sword at his waist flew out of the scabbard, and was skillfully caught by Wu Xiaode's other hand, and stabbed into his chest with a "poof".

The whole process is like a smooth flow, as if it has been stabbed countless times.

--There is no hesitation at all!

The expression on Wu Xiaode's face froze for a few seconds.

"Ahh

Ahh It hurts!"

He fell to the ground and wailed.

How long has it been since I've endured such intense pain?

He is the king of evil spirits, even in the spirit world, he is a first-class existence, and whoever dares to look at himself in the past will kill him to ashes.

I can't imagine that when I came to the world, someone could stab myself like this with a sword!

Damn it!

Damn!!

It groaned as it began to grow colder, and a suffocating sensation followed.

Death.

I'm going to die!

The evil spirit is a little unbearable now.

I died thousands of years ago, is it possible that I have just returned to the world now, and I have to endure the feeling of death again?

The pain is getting more and more intense.

Consciousness begins to blur.

No more......

It suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a halo of warm aura that enveloped itself.

Waited for a while.

The wound begins to heal.

The pain is still severe.

It was the sharper pain that came from rubbing the flesh as it held down the sword with the hand it controlled and slowly pulled it out.

......

The evil spirit cursed and threw the sword to the ground with a "clang".

After a few breaths.

The treatment disappears.

Wu Xiaode opened his eyes and sat up from the ground.

Suddenly, he spoke:

"I have a problem."

On the Book of the Dead, the Emperor of the People saw that it was Wu Xiaode who asked, so he said:

"What's the problem?"

"Now this evil spirit is attached to me, and if I die, my soul will naturally go to the world of the dead - what about it? What will happen to it?" Wu Xiaode asked.

The Emperor replied:

"Whether evil or heroic, it is already dead—if it dies again in the human world, in the bodies of living beings, it will completely disappear."

"I see." Wu Xiaode said.

No wonder it was about to unleash a healing spell to heal its body.

It turns out that it can't afford to die.

Wu Xiaode raised his own hand--

Syllable.

He patted his face lightly this time.

"Tell me, about that question I just had."

「...... Mortal, you will only torture yourself, make me feel pain, I am the king of evil spirits, how can I be because of these little things--ah!"

It suddenly screamed loudly.

--Because Wu Xiaode grabbed the barren sword again and stabbed him in the chest with a sword!

This time, he nailed himself directly to the ground!

He spurted out a mouthful of blood and smiled, "You don't have to answer my question, it's totally fine, but I guess—"

He grasped the hilt of his sword and began to dissect it upwards.

The cold blade of the long sword sliced through the stone slab on the ground, Wu Xiaode's back, muscles, bones, blood vessels, and internal organs at the same time.

He's in a dying state!

"Ahh

The evil spirit erupted into a piercing howl.

Even in the era when I was alive, I had never suffered such pain!

The sword didn't stop, and continued to move at a slow pace.

--From the chest to the skull.

"I guess no matter how strong your healing technique is, when I cut my head open, the healing technique will be useless."

Wu Xiaode spat out a mouthful of blood and said calmly.

The evil spirit gasped and screamed, suddenly snatching the hilt of the sword with the hand it could control.

Wu Xiaode is waiting for it.

The sword flashed, and the arm flew out.

Right now.

Only the arm he controls can be used

Finish.

The sword stabbed into his chest again, slowly moving in the direction of the skull.

"Uh-huh--damn boy--"

The roar of the evil spirit was mixed with endless pain and panic.

If the head is cut in half, it is indeed troublesome.

--Resurrection can only be achieved by using a spell such as the Great Law of Cause and Effect.

But how many times can you cast that spell yourself?

And it hurts so much that I'm shaking all over.

Not even hands.

In case the skull splits, I lose consciousness due to the collapse of my body for a while, and the spell is wrong.

Aren't you going to disappear?

Countless years.

Finishing today?

"Stop! I say! Hell, boy!"

The evil spirit said in a loud voice.

But the blade of the sword did not stop, and it was almost cut to the neck.

It's only half an inch, and it can cut through the trachea, and then no matter whether Wu Xiaode uses force or not, as long as the long sword falls--

With its unrivaled sharpness, the sword can directly cut the head in half!

"Stop! Stop!"

"It's because it's in my nature to do evil, and killing you all will give me supreme spiritual ascension and help me evolve - and those dead souls can be my food."

The evil spirit replied like a cannon.

--It answers Wu Xiaode's question!

The blade finally stopped.

Scold.

The sword was drawn and reinserted back into its sheath.

Wu Xiaode spoke: "Wouldn't you have said that earlier? I'll leave the treatment to you, hurry up."

"Hmph...... You don't know how good I am......" said the evil spirit dissatisfied.

Wu Xiaode ignored it and looked towards the Book of the Dead.

I saw lines of small words of ice crystals floating on the wish wall:

"Congratulations."

"You successfully completed today's commission."

"Because of your overly ferocious ways that directly stopped the Evil Spirit King's actions, the Immortals praised you and asked what reward you needed."

"--It's an autonomous reward choice."

What rewards do you want?

What is there to say about this, of course what I want is--

"Soul power limit, please help me increase the soul power limit."

Wu Xiaode said.

Two lines of small ice crystal print then emerged:

"Level 100 is the most important watershed for any race."

"We can only provide you with a 1-point soul power limit, and only after you have successfully survived the level 100 advancement trial, can we continue to increase your soul power limit."

"Do you accept it?"

"Accept." Wu Xiaode said.

A line of small words immediately popped out in front of him:

"Your soul power has reached 100/100."

"The orthodox Death Trial can begin, and it will test your ability to inherit the Grim Reaper's Advent

force."

"This trial cannot be delayed, it cannot be scheduled, it cannot be stopped."

"Let's go!"

Swish--

Wu Xiaode turned into an afterimage and disappeared from prison.