The spell daily of the departed savior

If so, what are you going to do about it?

Jianren Qihai heard a voice in his heart ask.

He loosened his hand holding the spell tool, and then clenched it tightly again.

Wuli's patience was exhausted.

In the third second when he asked the hidden curse spirit but got no response, his feet suddenly leaped into the air, and the long knife in his hand slashed down mercilessly, the powerful and crazy force cut through the space There was a piercing bang.

Under this knife, all the dilapidated buildings in front of them could no longer bear the heavy pressure and collapsed.

A large amount of flying dust filled the air, covering Jianren Qihai's vision.

He was caught off guard by the dust and coughed a few times. The next moment, the intuitive sense of danger made his muscles tense instantly, and he looked seriously into the dust.

"I'm fine, it hurts."

"help me."

"help me--"

Inorganic sounds sounded from a distance, echoing in the open space with echoes, incomparably hollow.

However, unlike Qihai Jianren's vigilance, Wuli looked at the huge shadowy figure behind the dust, with a crazy and wanton smile on his beautiful lips.

"Okay, then - use death to save you!"

The long knife in Wuli's hand slashed down again.

Smoke and dust scattered away.

The bony curse spirit appeared in front of the two of them with blood and tears.

It raised its arm tremblingly, opened its palm that had turned into white bones, and pointed it in the direction of the two.

The field expands, [Scar Rotation Sticker]——

Too bad, it's a super-level curse spirit.And it is a super-level spell spirit who has already comprehended the domain as a freshman!

Jianren Qihai's heart fell to the bottom.

Something worse than he could have imagined had happened.

Numerous white bone arms stretched out from all directions to the two of them, grabbing their arms and dragging their ankles, dragging them into the field.

Wuli brandished his sword in awe-inspiring manner and pointed at the curse spirit, but his vigorous figure suddenly stopped.

The next moment, the skin of the slender young man was split from head to toe, and every muscle burst.

A large amount of blood poured out instantly submerged Wuli into a blood man.

Jianren Qihai's pupils constricted: "Wuli!"

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Jianren Qihai stood on the spot startled by the sudden change in front of him.

Right in front of his eyes, countless wounds instantly covered the skin of the young man with awe-inspiring fighting spirit, blood spurted out, muscles were torn apart, and the viscera and bones that had lost their protective shell were exposed in the field of vision.

After dozens of tiny "click" sounds, the bones that were struggling to support Wuli's standing also broke, and the naked eye could see blood gushing out of the organs and severely damaged them.

Wuli reacted quickly and turned the long knife that Ben was swinging towards the curse spirit, and thrust the long knife into the ground with his bloody hands, instead of the bones of his whole body, he stood up.

The blood snaked down the sharp blade of the long knife, and the blood gushing out from his body covered a large area of ​​the ground nearby, forming a pool of blood.

It almost makes people wonder if all the blood in his body has been drained?

Huge pain was overwhelming, but Wuli's eyes were still calm and bright, and he fiercely locked his gaze on the curse spirit not far away.

"This is your technique?"

The pain beyond the limits of the human body made Wuli hoarse physiologically. Even though his voice was calm, he could still hear the pain he was suppressing: "Will the opponent be torn apart, or physically destroy the opponent's body?"

Wuli lowered his head to look at his body like a skeleton and ghost, and calmly analyzed: "No, I have seen the parts and methods of skin, musculoskeletal injuries, and these are all injuries that have appeared on my body."

His other bloody hand pressed against the lungs in the chest cavity, as if confirming something: "The wounds on the organs are obvious, and the guns/holes on the lungs are from the Saint of Orleans, but that is the world history The injury from two years ago has already healed."

Wuli frowned, there was no trace of pain on that handsome face with several scars out of thin air but still relatively intact, only a cruelly calm rationality.

It was as if the body that was almost falling apart under his palm at this moment was just a specimen that was evaluated calmly.

His voice became hoarse, and with the loss of a large amount of blood, even his vision began to blur and he could not see the enemy clearly, but his voice was still calm: "Is your technique to make the wounds of the past reappear? Otherwise You can't hurt me like this in less than a second."

Wuli can be sure that this curse spirit did not launch a physical attack on him, and the most powerful evidence is the [Jiang] around him that is still intact.

The young man's figure covered in blood red swayed, as if he was at the end of his strength, and he would fall down at any time when the wind blows.

From the shock, Qihai Jianren, who was forced to stabilize his mind, held the magic tool firmly, and did not move rashly in the area where the magic spell must hit. He calmly looked around and made an analysis, trying to find a feasible way to protect Wuli. .

Until Wuli's body couldn't stand still and began to shake.

Unable to watch his companions, especially the juniors who had not officially entered the job, die under the spell of the curse spirit, Qihai Jianren gritted his teeth, stretched his legs and muscles tight, and ran at the limit of the speed he could achieve. Xiang Wuli, who was about to fall forward.

Jianren Qihai grabbed Wuli's hand clenched with the long knife, worried about the serious injury of the opponent with no intact muscles at all, so he stood cautiously beside Wuli and let the opponent put his weight on him.

Wuli swayed, but he didn't fall down as Jianren Qihai imagined, but stood tall and straight again with a skeleton-like body.

Where the two were close, blood stained Qihai Jianren's white suit red, and even soaked through all the fabrics and stuck to his skin.

"Mr. Wuli, how long can you hold on?" Qihai Jianren held the magic tool in one hand and pointed at the curse spirit who was laughing like watching a show, and wrapped around Wuli's body with the other hand, guarding against the remnant body that might fall at any time .

Hearing Qihai Jianren's question, Wuli raised his pale lips due to excessive blood loss. He was obviously in an absolutely disadvantaged situation, but his eyes were still full of killing intent and arrogance: "Until the other party dies."

The tall bony mantra standing opposite him has been opening the upper and lower rows of alveolar bones as if he was smiling since he pulled the two into the field, and let the two of them do whatever they want with ease.

Jianren Qihai, who saw the attitude of the curse spirit, frowned firmly.

——The other party was sure that he and Wuli could not escape from the domain, so he kept looking at them like a cat and a mouse. This was absolutely confident that he could hold them in the palm of his hand.

Being able to injure Wuli to such an extent in an instant, the new student has comprehended the domain. It seems that he is a super-level curse spirit.

If the opponent's technique is really as analyzed by Wuli...

Qihai Jianren calmly looked around and pointed at their bones, still not giving up, trying to find a way out.

The curse spirit noticed Qihai Jianren's movements, and the pair of empty eye sockets that had been locked on Wuli turned slightly, aiming at the guarded conjurer.

"It's useless, conjurer."

Its voice was hollow and inorganic: "You can't run away, waste time looking for a way out that doesn't exist, it's better to enjoy this fear at the end of your life, and then die obediently - this is what I say to you next to you People can guess my spell correctly, and the reward advice given."

Immediately, the newly born Super Curse Spirit looked at Wuli curiously: "Why are you still alive?"

The finger bones of the curse spirit pointed to the hideous wound on Wuli's body: "Since I became conscious ten years ago, it is the first time I have seen so many injuries on human beings. The oldest old wound on your body seems to be 17 years ago. Yes, not only the skin and muscles, but even the bones have been broken many times, ah, and this one!"

Wuli's body seems to have completely aroused the curiosity of the curse spirit. It was as excited as a child who found a toy, pointing to each wound of Wuli and telling the information it sensed: "Ten years ago, you crossed your body. The knife in the chest should be a fatal wound, but you survived? Strange."

"The knife that pierced your abdomen is also the same. Your internal organs should have been crushed by that knife. Why can this kind of injury heal? The round hole wound in the lung was caused by a spear/gun? Huh? Yours Has the heart been pulled out? Even if treated in time, can humans survive such serious injuries?"

Wuli is like a rare research material that suddenly appeared, which completely excited the super-level mantra spirit, and the birth domain built based on the mantra power of the mantra spirit also became agitated due to the violent mood swings of the mantra spirit. Slowly reaching out to the two in all directions.

Jianren Qihai's eyes sharpened, and without hesitation, he activated the spell to cut off all the bones that had been caught, and then he couldn't hide his shock because of the words of the curse spirit, and looked back at Wuli, begging, "Wuli, you..."

The conjurer's golden-green eyes looked at Wuli's remnant body that could barely maintain his human form, his eyes were complicated and touching: "That super-level curse spirit said..."

He opened his mouth and tried several times, but he was still unable to ask the question.

——The young man in front of me is only 20 years old this year. If what the curse spirit said is true, then Wuli, who was only three years old 17 years ago, should still be cared for by a guardian. Suffering such a serious injury at such a young age?

Jianren Qihai didn't dare to say that he had seen all the tragic things in the magic world, but even if he just listened to the inquiring of the magic spirit and counted every fatal injury on Wuli's body, and experienced several times a year, he could imagine the youth's death. Pain at the time.

——How did you manage to survive until now?

At this moment, Jianren Qihai and Manu Ling had the same question.

Wuli's black eyes were firm and unwavering, and he solemnly admitted what the other party said.

But without waiting for the two to say anything, the bone curse spirit "Shua!" who was standing not far away disappeared.

Then--