Chapter 315 Pathfinding
So what exactly is Prajna ghost? Yang Kai frowned, and his face was still cold and could not see a trace of emotion, as if killing Ziyue was just a trivial matter.
But only he knew that after he beheaded that Ziyue, he felt an extremely oppressive aura lingering around him, and even the magic energy of the martial veins had slowed down a lot.
The ice-blue Immortal Armament in his hand has been melted into a pile of scrap iron. Yang Kai looked at it and put away the Immortal Armament.
Even if it is scrapped, the material is still real.
An unexpected thing happened, that is, after the wisteria devoured Ziyue's corpse, they would rubbed together on Yang Kai's body regularly, and even made a few small fists to beat Yang Kai's legs as if to please.
Yang Kai frowned and kicked it away, but was crawled up.
What does this wisteria want to do? Yang Kai has an extremely bad idea, can't he just want to recognize him as the master?
At the moment when Yang Kai pierced and killed Ziyue, the entire stand was quiet, and then the audience was boiling.
"My God! My lord! Who is this slave! I will be loyal to him for the rest of my life!"
"Too handsome! Too strong! I will definitely support him when he becomes a noble!"
"What's that slave's name? Tell me quickly!" Someone excitedly grabbed the passer-by and asked with a blushing face.
"Uh...I...I don't know." The little servant was also excited, and when asked, answered with some annoyance.
"Ah? Then you at least know which noble's slave he is now?" The man continued to ask reluctantly.
"I know this! He belongs to the master's family!" The little servant's eyes burst into light, and he said quickly.
"This is the master's slave!"
"Master, the eternal glory of Blood Sea City!"
"Master, the eternal glory of Blood Sea City!"
Everyone suddenly shouted in unison, and words echoed throughout the venue at once.
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For the first time, Yin Zhi's always gentle and decent face became cold in public, and the other minor nobles in the box were silent and did not dare to say a word, for fear of being angered by Yin Zhi.
The Ziyue who died in the arena was the slave that Yin Zhi had always loved the most and valued the most.
Although Ziyue has this kind of strength because she has practiced forbidden techniques, not everyone can practice forbidden techniques.
If you don't have the right physique, you will have to pay a huge price if you rashly practice forbidden techniques.
The price of losing just one pair of eyes like Ziyue is very light, most of them lose both limbs or five senses.
Therefore, it is extremely difficult to find someone who can fit with the forbidden technique. Even if you find it, you may not be willing to practice the forbidden technique.
After all, who doesn't want their body to be healthy, they have to go to a few organs in order to get a kind of unstable power.
In the past, some people tried to practice forbidden techniques, and then tried to regenerate their organs with medicinal herbs.
But in the end, there are only two results of this method, the lesser one is losing organs again, and the more serious is direct death.
Outsiders all know that this is the power of a curse, but only those who possess a forbidden technique know that this is not a curse, but the power of the Dao.
The contract is signed when the person agrees to give up a part of his body for strength.
Once lost, it will be lost forever. Even if you no longer practice the forbidden technique later, you will not be able to restore yourself to the original.
So Yin Zhi searched for many years, and found a person who was so compatible with the forbidden art.
But now, that Ziyue was directly killed by Yang Kai.
How can this make her not angry, how not to be annoyed?
Anyone who kills Ziyue is fine, why is it the master's slave?
This knowledge made Yin Zhi's heart soar with killing intent, and his gaze towards Yang Kai also deepened.
This person can't stay!
Yang Kai pulled it several times, and the wisteria was extremely shameless and wrapped around him.
Yang Kai tried to let Chen separate the wisteria, but after a while, the wisteria persevered and entangled.
I also tried to let the ghost fire burn the wisteria, but the wisteria was only burnt back a little, so I recklessly approached it again, but it was the ghost fire that was attached to the wisteria and screamed. .
He had no other choice, so he could only try his best to ignore the wisteria, and sat down cross-legged to adjust his breath.
After all, Ziyue is not the only enemy in this field. If he doesn't quickly recover his state, how will he fight in the next battle?
Seeing that Yang Kai didn't think about how to throw it away, Ziteng looked extremely happy, and even drew a purple-black flower beside Yang Kai's leg.
Yang Kai adjusted his breath for a while, and then circulated a few large circles of magic energy. After diluting the stagnation of the operation, he walked around the arena.
After the terrain of the arena changed, high mountains and lowlands were formed, but Yang Kai found that he could not use his spiritual sense to explore the way.
Obviously, before the terrain of the arena changed, he could still use his consciousness to explore the formation under the arena, but after the terrain changed, his consciousness seemed to be blocked, and he could only scan where he could.
As far as the eye can see, it is useless to use divine sense.
Yang Kai took a few steps and felt an extremely terrifying pressure coming from the front.
He found a hidden place and looked into it, and it was the black-skinned man he saw first.
Opposite him are three devils, two men and one woman, who are opposed to the black man.
"Come on!" After the man in the middle called out, the witch on the left quickly squeezed the hand, and a green vine protruded from the ground, directly binding the ankle of the black-skinned man.
The devil holding the sword on the right charged directly at the black man with his sword raised, while the devil in the middle chanted a spell, and then a dozen fireballs condensed in midair and attacked the black man.
The black-skinned man did not panic at all, and a demonic energy gathered on his right fist.
In the next instant, a huge energy burst forth directly from the fist he swung forward.
The cyclone directly dissipated the fireball, and even the sword-wielding warrior retreated several steps.
The black-skinned man lifted his foot and broke free from the vine easily.
Then he punched the man holding the sword, the man raised the sword to block, but the black man did not back away.
With just one punch, the swordsman's sword shattered, leaving only one hilt in his hand, and the next moment, the hilt split in half.
The black-skinned man's fist was unabated, and a fist hit the man's face firmly.
When the man was knocked to the ground, the man's left and right fists took over, and in one breath, he punched dozens of punches.
Finally, with a hard punch, the man's head was pierced directly, and blood splashed on the black-skinned man's body and face.
On the other hand, the expression on the black-skinned man's face was as calm and calm as always, as if the one who punched someone else's head was not him.