This Damned Thirst for Survival

The power of the destiny rushed into Jiang Luo's body frantically. The Qi in Jiang Luo's body also disappeared at a terrifying speed.

The three words Jiang Luo wrote on the paper were "Enjoy me."

He doesn't know how the fatalist can obtain the power of worship, so let the false gods come to worship him.

The character spirit has absolute power. After the fatalist sees these three characters, the character spirit plays a role. The fatalist is controlled, and the power in the body rushes towards the river through the form of worship.

Jiang Luo gritted his teeth, and every meridian and cell on his body was washed away by the tremendous power of worship.

It hurts, it hurts so much.

It seems that the entire bones have been crushed and reshaped, and the human body is forcibly squeezed in by forces that are not human. This force is strong and arrogant to transform the human body into a more powerful appearance.

The fifteen minutes of Hehefushui has passed, but the Fate Man has not broken away from the control of the character spirit, and is still continuously sending the power of worship to Jiang Luo.

The Fate Man was also pale and his brain hurt. He clearly understands that he should not worship Jiang Luo, but just like other people who have been cast down by him, the fatalist cannot control himself. He even tended to listen to Jiang Luo emotionally. His eyes when he looked at Jiang Luo were complicated, with respect and affection, as well as defense and pain.

His mind is clear and clear, and Jiang Luo at this moment seems to him to be a **** and Buddha to believers. His thought is divided into two parts, one is trying hard to get rid of the power of the spirit of the word, and the other is willing to give Jiang Luo his strength.

The power of the destiny is constantly drawn, as if a pool of spring water has opened a floor drain. The Fate Man is too powerful, and the more he wants to break free of the character spirit, the more he needs for the function of the character spirit. Jiang Luo experienced two kinds of pain repeatedly, one was the pain of his body being impacted by the power of enshrinement, and the other was the tingling pain caused by the rapid decrease of Qi.

He knew that he was going through an earth-shattering change, and he could only sail against the current, and retreat if he didn't advance.

There were three sticks of incense and three sticks of incense on the censer on the table, and the smoke smudged the entire room. The fate's hand holding the incense trembled slightly. His heart palpitations continued. This was the most dangerous moment the Fate had experienced since he became a false god.

Jiang Luo's psychic skills, the psychic is actually a character spirit that is comparable to the language of the word.

How can a fatalist think of it.

Jiang Luo was sweating profusely, and he stood firmly on the table.

He wanted to pull the Fate Man from the altar and kill him in one breath, but how could the power of the Fate Man for two hundred years be sucked away?

Even if he could really **** it away, Jiang Luo couldn't **** it, unless he wanted to explode and die on the spot.

The images of Jiang Luo and the Fate Man are more haggard and embarrassed. Jiang Luo is a human being and cannot accept the excessive worship of false gods. He knew instinctively that if he continued to absorb it, he would die because of too much power.

And his qi is about to be exhausted.

Jiang Luo's eyes turned black. He felt that he was so powerful that he was out of the scope of human beings. At the same time, he felt that he was vulnerable to being beaten to death by a three-year-old child. His body was in desperation, but the severe pain made his mind more sober.

He can feel how much power he has taken away from the destiny, and he can understand what these powers mean to him. When the first ray of worship power entered Jiang Luo's body, Jiang Luo instinctively knew how to obtain the power of worship.

This is like a mountain with nowhere to go. Just give a head, and the rest of the road will naturally know how to go.

Before the Qi ran out, Jiang Luo shook the yin and yang ring on his wrist vigorously.

Four motions led Netherworld, and he shook it four times.

After shaking the yin and yang ring, Jiang Luo's Qi was also used up. The word was broken sharply, Jiang Luo didn't go to see the fatalist, and walked out staggeringly.

The fateful man slumped on the chair, his lips lost his blood, his fingers were pale and weak, and his whole body was as exhausted and weak as if he had been seriously injured.

But the fact is almost the same as being seriously injured, Jiang Luo almost took away half of the power of the Fate. The power in the body of the fatalized person is drastically reduced, and the chain reaction brought about is not much better than the serious injury.

Even watching Jiang Luo go out, the fatalist couldn't catch up immediately.

The fateful man held his forehead with his hands and breathed weakly. The sleeve robe covered his face, and the cold sweat from the temples moistened his white hair.

It's been a long, long time since he was so embarrassed as today.

But what is even more embarrassing is that the character spirit has lost its effect, but the fate's feeling towards Jiang Luo is still slightly fluctuating.

It is extremely complicated, and the Fate Man has never had such a biased senses for any person. Even if it was Feng Li or Ji Yaozi, he never treated them equally.

It took several minutes for the swollen brain of the Fate Man to regain some clarity. He whispered: "Lian tan."

Half a minute later, Chief Wei He hurriedly walked over, "Fate, what do you want to order?"

"Exhaust everything possible and bring Jiang Luo back as soon as possible." The fatalist closed his eyes tiredly, and his face that was covered with snow became even more lifeless, like a layer of ice, "Go ahead."

Chief Wei He immediately turned and left.

Jiang Luo staggered and left Wusu Nian before the fatalist could not react.

The sun was so huge that his eyes were dizzy. There was no trace of the qi in Jiang Luo's body, and the tingling was from the inside out. He raised his hand and walked all the way so that he needed to grit his teeth. Just when Jiang Luo thought he couldn't support it, he turned his head. I fell into the cold embrace of another person.

Jiang Luo smelled Chi You, he was relieved. Before falling into a coma, he said with difficulty: "Take me away. Block the tap...Don't let the fatalist...recover..."

After speaking, he was completely plunged into darkness.

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I don't know how long it took, Jiang Luo slowly regained consciousness.

"Tick, tick."

The sound of water first reached his ears.

Jiang Luo didn't open his eyes in a hurry, but calmly breathed, pretending to be asleep, judging the surrounding environment. The air is humid and somewhat cool. His body is weak, his internal organs seem to be shifting pain relieved a lot, and Qi still hasn't recovered.

Judging from the degree of physical recovery, Jiang Luo should have been in a coma one day.

Under him was a soft bed, Jiang Luo's nose smelled a strong **** smell, and there was a slight hint of sweet and greasy wine.

More information came into his mind through the five sense organs.

Suddenly a deep hum was added to the sound of water droplets.

Jiang Luo moved his ears, and instantly awakened, it was Chi You.

He slowly opened his eyes.

I don't know where it is, it looks like an underground cell. The humidity is strong, like being in a stalactite cave. The door is an iron door with no windows. The iron door is closed tightly. Except for the four walls, there is only a bed under Jiang Luo's body.

Jiang Luo finished looking around and looked at the door.

The evil spirit was sitting on the sofa by the door, humming with his eyes closed, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, the red wine swaying in the glass. The evil spirit's smile was high, and it seemed that something happy had happened.

Jiang Luo looked at him for a while, and wanted to sit up, but without the strength, he coughed and coughed slightly.

There was also a smell of rust in my throat.

The evil spirit took a sip of the red wine, and the grunt stopped abruptly, and he leisurely opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Luo.

There was a little red overflowing from the depths in Chi You's dark eyes, which added a bit of treacherous and dangerous.

Jiang Luo felt that his state was a bit wrong, and he said dumbly: "So the nether who moves the nether is you?"

Chi You suddenly laughed, "I didn't expect that there are still things in this world that can summon me."

He let go, and the wine glass in his hand slammed into the ground and turned into glass dross. The evil spirit stood up and walked to the bed step by step. He looked at Jiang Luo from a condescending position for a few seconds, the smile on his face slowly converging, turning into a blank expression.

"Let me think about what I want to ask you."

Jiang Luo's eyelids twitched, and the function of four movements to induce Nether is to attract the most powerful evil spirits for Jiang Luo. The evil spirits will do one thing for Jiang Luo, but after the thing is done, Jiang Luo must meet one of the evil spirits' requirements.

With Chi You's tone and state, he knew at a glance that there was nothing good, and he definitely couldn't let him ask for it now. Jiang Luo quickly changed the subject and said, "How about the Fate? I took away almost half of his worship power. You quickly control his followers so that he can't get new worship, as long as he can't accept the worship. , His strength can't be recovered."

And for the fatalist who had lost half of his power, the difficulty to kill him was also drastically reduced by more than half.

Jiang Luo was thinking about the details, but he heard Chi You say: "I almost killed him."

Jiang Luo was shocked suddenly, he looked up at Chi You in disbelief.

Chi You curled his lips at him, "How can I let him go because the fate has been weakened to such an extent? Although I have advanced my plan, it is a golden opportunity. If it hadn't been for him to run fast in the end, it would have been a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Became a corpse."

After finishing speaking, he stroked Jiang Luo's forehead with his cool fingers, making Jiang Luo almost horrified, "Speaking of which, this is all your credit."

A day ago, when Jiang Luo lost consciousness and fell into Chi You's arms, Chi You's anger and crazy killing intent arose in an instant.

He hugged Jiang Luo's slid body, his fingers trembling with anger.

There are also some fears that he doesn't understand.

The madness suppressed reason, the evil spirit held Jiang Luo, and after confirming that he had just fainted, he found the culprit who made Jiang Luo look like this.

Wushu thought was completely destroyed by him, and the fatalist was just when he was weak. Facing Chi You's brutal attack, he was quickly defeated and severely injured by Chi You, and fled at a critical moment.

Chi You stared at the place where the Fate Man disappeared, and shook off the blood from his hands.

Waiting next time, he will let the fatalists beg to die.

Jiang Luo could tell from Chi You's expression that he was telling the truth.

The Fate Man was almost killed?

He couldn't recover in a daze, and when he woke up, the fatalist who had been robbed of half of his power was seriously injured by Chi You. Chi You again controlled more than half of the believers of Fate. Judging from the current situation, they were suddenly in a stable win situation.

is this real? Isn't he dreaming?

After thinking about it just now, Jiang Luo's body started to hurt again. The pain of life being worse than death caused Jiang Luo to curl up abruptly, and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

The sticky blood flowed from his mouth, and then flowed down the bed to the ground.

"Tick, tick", it turned out that the sound of water was his blood dripping, and it turned out that the smell of blood came from here.

It was dark in front of his eyes, so painful, Jiang Luo thought vaguely.

The blood from his mouth was wiped away, and Jiang Luo was picked up quickly with a blanket. The intense pain caused Jiang Luo to breathe heavily, and the pain even made his consciousness close to blank numbness.

But the pain came and went suddenly. When Chi You held him and opened the iron gate, Jiang Luo felt the pain slowly receding.

There was a strong smell of blood in his throat, Jiang Luo raised his head, and saw Chi You's neck and jaw from the painful eyesight out of focus. The evil spirit's jaws were cold and hard, and his lips were tight, and his spirit was cold.

Jiang Luo's coughing blood soaked the clothes on the neckline. He dullly lowered his head to look at himself, and found that the clothes on his body were no longer the same clothes as before. This means that he may have experienced such blood vomiting many times during the coma.

The human body absorbs so much power of worship at once, and the body cannot bear it. Although the power of worship was transforming his body, it was also damaging his body at the same time. If you die because you can’t bear the strength before the transformation is successful...

Jiang Luo's heart sank.

The smell of blood outside the door became more intense, causing Jiang Luo to regain his senses. He looked at the corridor and suddenly breathed.

On both sides of the corridor, dozens of people were suspended by ropes. They raised their hands above their heads, their bodies were covered with scars, and they were dying of torture. Blood was left from them, filling the ditch on both sides of the wall.

These people are male and female, old and young. Among them, there are more than a dozen faces that make Jiang Luo feel familiar.

Wei He Dao Chang, Lian Xue, Lian Bing Lian Qiang, and a few children from Wusu Nian Chu...

All are even family members.