The forest is getting narrower and narrower, and the evergreen thorns and thorns around it make it impossible for ordinary people to enter at all, but these thorns can't even touch Xia Wuwu's clothes, but are blocked by a faint layer of true qi.

Soon, the sound of fighting and wailing behind him faded, and a clearing appeared in front of him, and in the center of the land, which was soaked in blood and slightly red in the moonlight, was a towering execution platform, about ten steps leading from all sides to the central wooden platform.

In the center of the stage sat a man dressed in red, he was handsome, but he had thick eye shadow, and he was not surprised to see someone break in, but he was just playing with a silk whip in his hand.

"You disturbed my trial, I have been on the road for so long, but I found that the prey has been targeted, how do you say to solve it. Xia Wuwu asked.

The man in red said demonically: "Everyone has let the wolves disperse, what do you want me to do... Boom..."

... Shemales, how dare they be coquettish to themselves?

Xia Wuwu felt a chill in his heart, and then said directly: "Then change you, it's all the same anyway!"

Nearly five hundred years of power was released in an instant, converging on the palm of his hand, and thin silver wires of electricity were wrapped around his fingertips.

Then he raised his hand and grabbed it sharply.

The power of the dragon snatching skill was suddenly exerted, and the silver wires were like ropes thrown out, and they were wrapped around the man in red in an instant.

The man's originally leisurely and frivolous look disappeared, he frowned, and the whole person stood up with difficulty, his face turned red, but he could barely resist this force.

"You... Be.... Who?" he asked with difficulty.

The silver threads slowly dragged him forward, and the already dilapidated high platform of the execution ground made a "click" cracking sound, and a trace of blood oozed from his lips.

"I am... Demon... Kill... People of the palace, you... Can't kill me, or else... There will never be peace. The man in red gritted his teeth.

Xia Wuwu nodded, but as if he hadn't heard him, he continued to try to cooperate with the skill of nearly five hundred years and the dragon capture skill, and the obvious dotted silver filaments were the thin electricity between the air...

Suddenly, he felt something, and the mountain pattern of shadow fire appeared on the back of his right hand, and the thick ink-like texture began to crawl out.

Whoa...

It's like something suddenly exploded.

Xia Wuwu's eyes suddenly widened, revealing a look of disbelief, and his right hand suddenly changed at this time, turning into a huge black hand that was 100 meters long.

There were no swollen muscles on the black hand at all, but a surging and undulating blackness, like a giant python passing through the waves, and a fierce and evil aura diffused out.

He stood at the entrance of the abandoned execution ground, his body proportions were normal, but the hundred-meter-long black hand already made him not like a person, but like a demon.

He couldn't tell whether this black hand was his own arm, or whether the strange black lines in the Shanzi Sutra were formed by extending out through the silver threads produced by True Qi and Dragon Capture Gong.

Rumble!

The black hand clenched suddenly, holding the man in red between his five fingers, and in an instant, a loud sound was like thunder.

A stream of scarlet blood burst from between his fingers.

It's like pinching a blood-sucking mosquito to death, and the blood explosion is generated.

Squeak squeak...

The black hand continued to pinch twice, and the "bloody mosquito" made a bone-shattering sound, and then shot out two more clusters of blood.

continued to rub and rub, and felt that the "mosquito" in the palm of his hand had turned into a pile of rotten meat, so Xia Wuwu let go of the black hand and let the man in red who was already dead and could no longer die fall on the torture table.

As an experiment, he tried various movements again.

Then he played a set of basic fists and kicks, and the black hand actually did what he wanted, but it was a little difficult to carry nearly five hundred years of skill at all times.

I have tried all kinds of actions, and even supported the ground with one arm, and I have tried to lift myself more than 100 meters high, overlooking the Yunjin City that is still lit in the distance, this feeling of climbing high and overlooking the wind is still good.

All this proves that this black hand is real, and not a true qi or other illusion.

Then, he tried again to stretch out his black finger and point at the ancient tree on one side, and the strange thing was that the ancient tree did not wither, but was slightly tilted.

"It seems that the toxicity is gone, or all the power has been instilled into this hundred-meter black hand. Xia Wuwu groaned.

"And this hundred-meter black hand can no longer perform the dragon capture skill, after all, its generation is produced by relying on the four doors of the screen, the dragon capture skill and the mountain character scripture at the same time. ”

"But why does the superposition of these martial arts produce such a strange effect?"

He frowned, and he couldn't help but think of the black shadow that had devoured the white wolf totem before, and the huge bloodshot in the burning paper money flying all over the sky in the pure black time, but only the black pupils of the eyes.

Then he sighed and said, "Well, it should have something to do with my background, who the fuck am I?"

After complaining, Xia Wuwu groaned, retracted the shadow volcanic pattern, and closed the six doors one by one.

Whoa...

The black hand seemed to have lost its support, and suddenly let out a soft popping sound, and dissipated.

He looked at his right arm again and studied for a long time to see if there were any side effects or costs or anything like that, but he found nothing, nothing but that his arm had become fairer and shinier.

"Could it be that it still has its own whitening effect?" Xia Wuwu muttered, and at the same time stepped onto the execution table, looking at the man in red who had just died in the center of the table.

He frowned slightly, "Why did the Demon Slaying Palace come here? Those crazy wolves should be under his control... So he's also here to test? But why is his skill so weak?"

He remembered that the Nine Heavens Xuannu said before that the people of the Demon Killing Palace were all monsters created by the Heavenly Dao.

It's just that this monster seems to have been pinched and exploded by itself in the early days of its rise...

What is the Heavenly Word?

Is it destined in the dark, the mysterious and mysterious nothingness?

With the mentality of "since it is a monster, then make up two more knives", Xia Wuwu quickly divided the body of the red-clothed man in front of him who had turned into minced meat again, and then left the execution table after a "nothing" search.

Along the way, the mad wolf lost control and had already scattered in all directions, while the remnants of the Red Scenery Sect who had been reborn after the catastrophe were supporting each other and stumbling towards the way back.

Xia Wuwu happened to try the Dragon Capture Technique with the Star Absorbing Dafa again, just now the man in red was too evil, he was cautious and did not absorb it, and for these pure-blooded, red-rooted disciples of the human sect, he was relieved and bold.

Soon, he felt a little extra bit of true qi in his body, those true qi were chaotic, and at the beginning, he was still rushing around, trying to escape in vain, but after Xia Wuwu opened a door and released sixty years of skill, those true qi suddenly became much more honest.

He tried to shove the true qi into his mouth, but failed.

"It seems that without special means, it is indeed incompatible... Then unless you find a way to digest it, it is better to suck less. The tail is too big to fall off, and if it accumulates a lot, it will be troublesome. Xia Wuwu made a decision in his heart.

After quietly returning to the central court, it was almost dawn.

He washed up a little, went to bed, and in three days it was the end of the year, and it was time for him to leave for the Black Lady Palace.