Chapter 42: The Six Evils Reunite The violent Qi, as bright as blood, poured out from the witch's skin was covered with a layer of flame-like magic patterns, her flesh and blood squirmed, repairing her internal organs, and even her physique underwent a transformation, becoming taller and more slender, revealing an extremely dangerous aura. Lu Jin was horrified by what he saw, but he did not stop, and his murderous intent was about to become reality. At the moment when the witch's blood energy was rising rapidly, he gathered his energy in his legs. His waist bone connected to the tendons and veins of his legs, like a longbow with full energy. He suddenly exploded, swung his whip kick in a circle, and the energy broke through the air, hitting the opponent's temple hard. "boom--!" The tragic collision sound rang out again, and the blood-soaked figure was like a cannonball, out of control, crashing directly into the wall of the ancient house and being buried in the ruins, her life or death unknown. "call!" "call!" Lu Jin was almost exhausted. His face was pale and he was breathing heavily. His clear eyes were fixed on the broken hole, showing a look of uneasiness. The three killing moves were launched simultaneously, with a force as strong as thunder, breaking the internal organs, locking the throat, and hitting the head, flowing like flowing water. If it were an ordinary elite soldier, he would definitely die on the spot, but it might not be enough to deal with the witch. Lu Jin seized the time and relaxed his whole body. His pores opened and he greedily absorbed the nearby air to relieve stress and quickly recover the excessively consumed Qi in his body with the fastest efficiency.

"boom!!" The collapsed wall was pushed open, thousands of blood-red petals flew around, and many pieces of rubble and wood were crushed into powder. An evil, blood-stained figure walked over. The complete form of the demon was actually taller than Lu Jin, with a stunning yet cold look on her face. Her cheongsam was torn to shreds, her fair skin was adorned with flame-shaped magic patterns, and there were crystal bone spurs growing on many parts of her body. An enchanting fragrance filled every corner of the old house. Even though Lu Jin controlled the Qi to transform into clothes to protect himself, he was still unable to stop the raging desire. His eyes were bloodshot and he bit his lips tightly, resisting the lewd sounds deep in his brain. Even standing seemed difficult for him. Being restrained by Jiang Mo, the charm demon did not take the opportunity to reap her life. She walked slowly towards him. "He is not qualified to be my opponent." With the help of secret techniques and medicines, Yi Wan Ning completely entered her strongest state. Her voice was cold, and her eyes bypassed Lu Jin's figure and directly challenged the young man in the courtyard. "A means of torturing one's mind and stirring up desire?" Jiang Mo noticed something unusual and did not resist the invasion of the fragrance of the flowers. Instead, he stared into the other person's deep red, charming eyes. In an instant, surging desires enveloped my body and mind, and the singing of countless life melodies rang in my ears. "call out--!" There was a cruel smile on Yi Wan Ning's lips, murderous intent flashed in her eyes, and her afterimage suddenly burst out, passing over a distance of dozens of meters, countless blood flowers shot out, locking onto Jiang Mo's vitals. "boom!!!" She moved closer in an instant, with her five fingers forming claws, intending to touch Jiang Mo's throat. "boom!" A slender hand firmly grasped the wrist that was amplified by blood energy, making it impossible to move forward. Jiang Mo looked at the nearby demon and said calmly: "The secret technique performed through the eyes is interesting, and stronger than the previous one."

Under Yi Wanning's sinister gaze, Jiang Mo's hair turned white instantly, and she reached the third level of Reverse Life. The Qi she emitted was like the sun approaching her body, burning her skin so much that it began to blacken and fester. "I'll give you a ride." Jiang Mo held the woman's wrist tightly, never letting go, but increasing his strength, squeezing her flesh and blood severely, and completely breaking her tendons and bones. The severe pain that penetrated deep into her bone marrow made Yi Wan Ning go berserk again. She attacked Jiang Mo frantically, but she could not touch the entity. Instead, under the burning of the blazing silver qi, she became more and more out of control, like a madman. "Pfft!" In desperation, Yi Wan Ning twisted her right hand off, blood gushed out like a fountain, and she retreated backwards. "boom!!" Jiang Mo didn't show any politeness to her at all. He moved violently and slapped her with a palm. Yi Wan Ning was so frightened that her face turned pale. The moment her nerves and pupils reacted, she felt a sharp pain in her chest and the Qi in her body continued to dissipate. A silver-white hand smashed her heart to pieces. The hole in her chest was hideous and horrible, without even a chance to stop the bleeding or repair it. As her consciousness dissipated, the hatred and complaints were blocked in her throat. Yi Wan Ning was covered in blood and had no breath. The influence of the charm secret technique continued to decrease. Lu Jin felt relieved, his torn white clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and he almost fell into the temptation of his inner demon and was unable to get out. At this moment, he clearly realized that there was still a gap between him and the so-called Quanxing Six Evils, the master-level strongmen, which could not be overcome for the time being. "I'm sorry. Uncle Master, I am unable to kill the monster." Lu Jin was almost exhausted mentally and physically, and spoke weakly and with a hint of self-blame. "Practice more." As Jiang Mo responded, he leaned over and his attention was drawn to a jade tube that had fallen from Yi Wanning's body. Picking it up and looking at it, a row of beautiful handwriting came into view: "Come quickly, Dawang Mountain, Gao Huzi Village." "Crack!" Jiang Mo held the jade tube tightly, and wisps of powder flowed from between his fingers. "Uncle Master, what is that?" Lu Jin was surprised. "A means of communication, the content is Quan Xing, starting to gather towards Dawang Mountain." Jiang Mo raised his hand, condensed the Qi cloud, and carried Lu Jin away. "How's your injury?" "Reporting to Uncle Master, I am fine." "Okay, let's go to Cangwu Town." The silver light disappeared into the sky, leaving no trace and vanishing in the dark sky. Cangwu Town, East Quarter.

"Uncle Master, that witch was really powerful, but I wonder how come you weren't influenced by her?" "After reaching the third level, one is completely transformed into Qi and poison cannot invade the body?" Lu Jin dragged his injured body and walked slowly. He clearly remembered that his uncle was also bewitched, but he inhaled the fragrance of the flowers and seemed fine. "Stirring up desires is just a means of distorting one's mind." Jiang Mo followed the wooden signs on the street, looking for Quan Xing Chiyan's residence. His arrival made the already extremely quiet street seem even more eerie and strange with the presence of people walking around. "I encountered several of these when I was traveling in the Northern Desert. I'll just use them as a whetstone to sharpen my character." "Some can infinitely magnify desires, some can control pain, and some can control emotions." "In fact, once you get used to it, you will naturally become immune to these similar tricks over time." Lu Jin only understood half of what he heard and became curious. The two men shuttled through the dim streets and soon found Murui Teng's residence. A strong smell of blood spread from the dark house. "Uncle-master...someone's dead." Lu Jin's heart shuddered and he looked alert. "Well, let's go in and have a look." Jiang Mo pushed open the door with his bare hands, and a cluster of white energy condensed in his palm, emitting light and illuminating the hall. A skinny, headless corpse lay in a quiet pool of blood, with a blunt-force wound on the chest and a little mud all over its body. "Uncle Master, the demon may have heard the news and left early. Should we continue to chase him?" Jiang Mo did not respond, but leaned over and began the autopsy. He found that the Qi that remained and dissipated from the wound was in perfect harmony with the house under his feet and the mud covering his body, so he said: "Chase?" "No need, the one who died is a demon." (End of this chapter)