The spiritual power that is gradually disappearing, and the spirit that is gradually becoming tired, are all Wang Mou's difficulties in facing the remaining spiritual power cores, knowing that the spiritual power can no longer withstand consumption now, but in order to be stable, Wang Mou's speed is still getting slower and slower.

The one hundred and second spiritual power core is a Buddhist master, and the ascetic-like behavior makes this Wang Mou's life less ornamented, which is why Wang Mou kept him until the last few carvings.

But even so, Wang Mou's speed is still extremely slow, and he doesn't dare to have the slightest deviation from the number one, and when he finishes carving this one, not to mention the amount of spiritual power consumed, the time consumed can be compared to the previous two.

"No, this can't work!" Wang Mou forcibly cheered up his increasingly tired spirit, and wanted to concentrate, but now that this situation is true, Wang Mou has no way to concentrate at all.

The continuous consumption of spiritual power is like a bell that is urging life, and a little bit of spiritual power that continues to dissipate makes it impossible for Wang Mou to completely condense his spirit on the carving.

What should I do! Wang Mou's heart had been hovering with such a question, which also caused him to hesitate to attack the one hundred and third spiritual power core.

Time passed minute by minute, and Wang Mou's spiritual power was also passing away bit by bit, Wang Mou knew that he couldn't delay it any longer, and if he delayed it again, he really couldn't finish it.

"What's the one hundred and three?" Wang Mou's spirit has become extremely sluggish now, and even the arrangements that have been arranged in advance have been forgotten.

The one hundred and three, the one hundred and three, Wang Mou recalled it hard before he remembered what the one hundred and third was.

Speaking of Wang Mou's one hundred and third life, it was also the one that made a deep impression on Wang Mou, because this life was the only one who almost killed Zhu Qi except Liu Wencheng.

Wang Mou remembered that he was a lone ranger in this life, or a lone ranger without a name, and this was also the only one in Wang Mou's one hundred and eight previous lives without a name.

However, Wang Mou's one hundred and third previous life force value is surprisingly high, this person is good at using double swords, especially known for being fast.

At that time, it was with the dazzling knife skills and the pace that it was difficult to find the law that Zhu Qi could not use his ability, and he could only use some large-scale lethal Dao methods to cause a little damage to Wang Mou's one hundred and third generation.

In the end, it was Zhu Qi who wasted a powerful magic weapon that caused fatal damage to Wang Mou's one hundred and third life.

Wang Mou remembered that when Zhu Qi was about to kill Wang Mou's one hundred and third generation, he once asked him how he did so much harm to Zhu Qi with such strength.

And Wang Mou's one hundred and third answer is very simple, there are eight words.

"The heart follows the knife, the knife arrives, the heart arrives. (In fact, he humiliated Zhu Qi again before this, so Wang Mou always thought that he was deceiving Zhu Qi with this sentence)

This time, Wang Mou remembered this matter, and couldn't help but feel moved, this word that seemed a little metaphysical at the time, but at this moment, it gave Wang Mou some understanding.

"The heart follows the knife, can I also use it to carve the core of spiritual power?" Wang Mou fell into thought.

Thinking carefully back to the battle between Wang Mou's 103rd and Zhu Qi, Wang Mou did feel that this sentence had a certain inspiration, and Wang Mou's 103rd made few mistakes when fighting, and felt that every move was very casual, without a trace of okay.

Finally, the key thing is that the most serious injury that Wang Mou gave to Zhu Qi in the 103rd was an unreasonable hand that seemed completely confusing, and Wang Mou still remembers that it was picked at a completely impossible angle, and finally cut off half of Zhu Qi's cheek.

This knife had a great shock to Wang Mou at the beginning, and of course Wang Mou believed that this knife would have a greater shock to Zhu Qi.

So can you give it a try? Wang Mou asked himself in his heart.

In fact, at this time, there was not much time for Wang Mou to think, Wang Mou gritted his teeth, and finally decided to fight, so he chose this carving method that followed the knife.

I saw Wang Mou close his eyes slightly, manipulating a small group of spiritual power to continue to shape, in fact, at this moment, Wang Mou didn't know what the final result would be, Wang Mou only knew that it should be like this.

Plasticity, carving, and modification, Wang Mou did not observe the three links, and they all operated simply by his own feelings.

When the last stroke settled, Wang Mou took a deep breath, although I don't know what the final effect will be, but in this process, Wang Mou did not have a little anxious feeling, only felt very natural, if you have to evaluate it, Wang Mou feels that this time the carving process can be described in four words - flowing water.

However, the comfort of the process does not necessarily mean the perfection of the final result, Wang Mou opened his eyes in a little panic, and found that the one hundred and third spiritual power core was carved by himself perfectly.

Whether it is the blade picked up by the one hundred and third world, or his elegant posture, even the indifference in Wang Mou's eyes in the one hundred and third world is vividly described.

"Is this the heart that follows the sword?" Wang Mou was a little incredulous, looking at his remaining spiritual power, and found that although the spiritual power consumed by each stroke this time was twice that of the previous one hundred and second, due to the consistency of each stroke, the spiritual power consumed in the end was almost the same as the former.

Wang Mou was overjoyed when he saw this scene, if this was really the case, his spiritual power could barely complete the one hundred and eight spiritual power cores.

Thinking of this, Wang's self couldn't help but tilt slightly, closed his eyes again, and began his own carving by aiming at the one hundred and fourth.

Starting from the one hundred and fourth, Wang Mou's carving has become more and more convenient, each stroke is so natural, in the blink of an eye, the four spiritual power cores are firmly suspended in Wang Mou's dantian, each of them is lifelike, each of them can be called a superior work, even the few carved out by Wang Mou when the spiritual power is abundant before are not as good as these.

"It's finally time for the last one. Wang Mou looked at the last spiritual power core and couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

Glancing at the remaining spiritual power, Wang Mou couldn't help but smile slightly, if this last spiritual power consumption was still double the previous one, then the final result should be that when this is completed, his spiritual power will be consumed.

"It's not easy. Wang Mou secretly sighed, adjusted his mental state to the best, closed his eyes, and prepared to carve this last spiritual power core.

But the accident always came so suddenly, as soon as Wang Mou came into contact with this spiritual power core, he felt a strong repulsion constantly repelling him, as if this last uncarved spiritual power core had life, and instinctively resisted Wang Mou.

"Not good!" Wang Mou was thinking about these two words now, but he didn't expect that he would lose in this last hand in the end.

Wang Mou opened his eyes and glanced at his remaining spiritual power, the already small spiritual power really reached the time when the oil ran out at this time, according to Wang Mou's estimate, if it was at such a consumption rate, I am afraid that Wang Mou would only be able to carve out a stroke now, and this stroke must also be formed, and there can be no more opportunities to regret it.

What to do, now in this situation, let alone carve this brush, it is a problem to conceive what should be carved in such a short period of time.

"I'll go!, there's nothing to pause time!" Wang Mou roared in his heart.

Wait! Pause time! Wang Mou suddenly remembered the Horcrux that the pig had condensed for him—the Fish and Bird Market.

Because this Horcrux consumes too much and the function is too perverted, Wang Mou has never dared to use it, and he hasn't even told others, and he is ready to treat this as the treasure of the Yin Man at the bottom of the box.

But at this time, he couldn't care so much, and hurriedly summoned his big market of fish and birds.

Fortunately, the Fish and Bird Market is a Horcrux, which can be used directly in the body, if this is an ordinary magic weapon, then Wang Mou will really finish playing this time.

I saw that after Wang Mou started this big market for fish and birds, Wang Mou fell into a stillness, and he couldn't do anything except be able to think, but fortunately, he watched the spiritual power consumption in his body stop.

This situation is completely different from when Wang Mou entered the fish and bird market before, when he entered a world completely controlled by himself, and he is now like a static world.

"This should be the limit of what this big fish and bird market can do, after all, in the process of breaking through, it is equivalent to competing with the will of the Heavenly Dao, and it is already very good to be able to be still. Wang Mou comforted himself like this in his heart.

But there is no way to go on like this, because the spiritual power in his body is already too low, and he can't supply the already small spiritual power in his body to the fish and bird market again, so now the fish and bird market uses the spiritual power that he participated in in his body before.

However, in any case, the current fish and bird market is in a confrontation with the Heavenly Dao, and in the confrontation with the Heavenly Dao, a Horcrux cannot last long, even if Wang Mou closes everything else that he can close, this fish and bird market may only last for three minutes, or even less.

Therefore, the top priority now is to figure out what kind of Liu Wencheng should be carved, so that he can sketch it out in one stroke.

To tell the truth, Liu Wencheng is the most deeply touched by Wang Mou in so many lives, whether it is his huge layout or his decision to kill himself in the end, it makes Wang Mou feel sincere admiration.

But no matter how Liu Wencheng's image looks like it, it is not possible to sketch it with one stroke, even if all the details are discarded, it is too difficult to sketch it with one stroke.

"Could it be that this is the Mandate of Heaven?" Wang Mou sighed a little pessimistically.

But at this time, Wang Mou seemed to hear Liu Wencheng's reasonable words in the face of Zhu Qi, and that calm expression was probably something he couldn't learn in his life.

Eh...... Wait, isn't he Liu Wencheng? Wang Mou suddenly thought that he was Liu Wencheng in the strict sense, and although he said that he was reincarnated, he could not deny the connection between the souls.

So, since Liu Wencheng dared to fight against the royal power, why couldn't Lao Tzu fight in the face of such a shit dilemma!

Thinking of this, Wang Mou seemed to see the mocking smile on the corner of Liu Wencheng's mouth when he was killing himself.

Hehe. Wang Mou also smiled at this time, he suddenly realized why he chose his previous life as the core of his spiritual power, because his previous life had a characteristic, that is, he was never cowardly, and he was always positive.

No matter who was in their previous life, no matter how high or low their realm was, they did not completely surrender when facing Zhu Qi, even if they were once Zhu Qi's courtiers, they never groveled when facing Zhu Qi, and everyone was the kind of reckless man who did not obey.

Lao Tzu, why should I bow my head to this shit-like predicament, isn't it just a stroke! Lao Tzu will draw it for you! Wang Mou's eyes are full of hope.

So, Wang Mou decisively closed the fish and bird market, stopped this time to end, and aimed at this spiritual power core is a stroke of painting, this stroke with Wang Mou's self-confidence and unyielding.

Maybe the thing that outlines the core of a spiritual power is something that the predecessors have not done, let alone expected, but Wang Mou did it at this moment.

Wang Mou's one hundred and eighth - Liu Wencheng's spiritual power core, one stroke!

Looking at the lifelike spiritual power core in front of him, Wang Mou seemed to hear Liu Wencheng's words again.

"I wish Your Majesty great achievements and a long life!"

(To be continued)