The words formed by the strange black air were crooked and twisted, as if they were crawling on Ouyang Ming's eardrums like earthworms, trying to drill two holes in his eardrums.
These two lines of black characters are easy to identify. They are: "Waste! Waste!! Waste!!!"
When these words crawled from inside Ouyang Ming's eardrums to outside his eardrums, Ouyang Ming's ears suddenly There was a roar like thunder: "Waste! Waste! Waste!!!"
Stimulated by this sound, Ouyang Ming felt as if he had been beaten to death, and his whole body trembled violently. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hair began to stand up slowly. The blood that had been plundered by the black scythe seemed to have rebounded, and there were signs of retreating towards his body.
Turning his head sideways, he saw a huge boulder coming towards him.
It turned out that Zhou Baopu was not willing to be lonely. When he saw Ouyang Ming being sucked by the black sickle, he was in a state of ecstasy. Instead of just being a spectator, he wanted to hasten Ouyang Ming's death, so he stood up and took advantage of the situation. He picked up a huge boulder with both hands and smashed it hard on Ouyang Ming's head.
At this time, Ouyang Ming, who was awakened by the roar, realized that his life was in danger due to the reminder of his sixth sense, so he turned his head towards Zhou Baopu.
What kind of look did Zhou Baopu see?
It could hardly be called a look. All of Ouyang Ming's eye sockets were already filled with blood, as if one more drop of blood would flow out from the eye sockets. Bloody lights flickered in Ouyang Ming's eyes, as if they were spiritual and exuded a cold, bloodthirsty smell.
Even though Zhou Baopu had been hunting and collecting herbs in Xuangui Mountain all year round, he had never seen such a situation. He had never even thought that a person's eyes could become so terrifying. Seeing this, Zhou Baopu couldn't help but start to feel sluggish, and was stunned for a moment at this critical moment.
Ouyang Ming's transition from being drowsy before to being completely obsessed now happened in just an instant.
At the same time that the sound of black energy exploded, Ouyang Ming had completely lost his mind and was in a strange state. Ouyang Ming's current state is very strange. Although his body is still the same as before, it is no longer under his control.
Ouyang Ming is now a walking zombie, and he is still a walking zombie that has been completely controlled by others.
One advantage of such a state is that one's potential can be fully unleashed. In extremely critical situations, make the best choice for your body.
The Demon Master Ouyang Ming became a demon and truly became a demon.
Seeing that the boulder held by Zhou Baopu was about to hit his head, Ouyang Ming did not make any dodge. Instead, he was as excited as a child wanting to fall into his mother's arms, and he hit the stone held by Zhou Baopu with both hands. .
Ouyang Ming struck the stone with his head without any hesitation.
Obviously Ouyang Ming made the right choice, hitting the stone with his head instead of waiting for the stone to hit his head. Although it seemed that the result was the same, his head hit the stone in Zhou Baopu's hand, in fact the situation was completely different.
When Ouyang Ming hit his head against the stone consciously, he must have subconsciously hit the stone with the hardest part of his head; when he passively waited for Zhou Baopu to hit his head with the stone, Zhou Baopu must have hit it with his head. The stone struck the most vulnerable part of his head.
The hardness of the stones is the same, and the results seem to be the same, but different processes lead to completely different endings.
Life and death are no small matters, and the Demon Master became a demon, which can be regarded as saving the Demon Master's life.
"Bang!"
Ouyang Ming's body refining skills are really not perfect. He hit the stone with his head. In the end, it was not his head that fell apart, but the stone that seemed to be harder.
The stone in Zhou Baopu's hands was torn apart and shattered into a handful of dregs, which were scattered along his hands and onto Ouyang Ming's head.
As a result, Ouyang Ming became disgraced, and his head and face were covered with a layer of blue-gray stone chips.
Zhou Baopu subconsciously took a step back and looked at the furious Ouyang Ming in shock.
It wasn't until this moment that Zhou Baopu understood what a demon was.
The devil has no emotions or rationality, and is completely controlled by an inexplicable force. It's like a puppet, controlled by a mysterious force, cold-blooded, ruthless, and completely lost in human temperament!
Just when Zhou Baopu felt a chill, Ouyang Ming turned his head. The blue-gray stone chips made him look disgraced, but he had no time to pay attention. His eyes fell on the dark sickle stuck in his calf.
On the snow-white sickle blade, his blood is gurgling; on the dark sickle body, his blood is quietly being thrown away.
At this time, Ouyang Ming finally realized that Zhou Baopu was nothing to fear. His real opponent was the black sickle stuck in his calf.
The black sickle happily absorbed the blood, like a glutton devouring its own meal. As long as Ouyang Ming comes into contact with blood, what does Ouyang Ming have to do with the black scythe that happily feeds?
It was buzzing and trembling, as if dancing or singing. The dark curved sickle tried its best to absorb Ouyang Ming's blood, refusing to let go at all. And the strange thing is that not only from Ouyang Ming's calf, but also from the center of Ouyang Ming's right hand holding the black sickle, there is a trace of blood flowing towards the black sickle.
Even in the possessed state, Ouyang Ming felt the difficulty of Black Scythe, and finally raised his right hand, but he could not escape from Hei Scythe's entanglement.
He frowned, as if he had encountered something difficult to decide. But he didn't hesitate for long, Ouyang Ming actually jumped into the air.
After jumping up, his body began to tilt in the air, and began to slowly turn to the right, hitting a sharp stone.
What is going on? Could it be that Mr. Demon wants to commit suicide?
Zhou Baopu couldn't help but froze as he watched Ouyang Ming hit the stone. He originally thought that Ouyang Ming would get angry, but who knew that the other party actually resorted to self-mutilation.
Ouyang Ming's body fell down, but it did not fall on the sharp stone, but just missed it on the gravel next to it.
Although Ouyang Ming's body escaped, his right arm was not so lucky. The right wrist was cut into two parts by a sharp stone: one part is the arm without the wrist, and the other part is the right wrist connected to the dark curved sickle. Blood spread all over the ground again, blooming on the stone chips, like a red plum blooming in the cold wind.
Zhou Baopu suddenly realized that Ouyang Ming did not commit suicide, but to get rid of the suicide brought to him by Black Scythe.
Zhou Baopu couldn't help but look towards Hei Si. It was natural to wait and see, but the corners of Zhou Baopu's eyes suddenly shrank.
One end of the dark curved sickle is Ouyang Ming's calf. There is nothing abnormal there, but it is just like before, buzzing and drinking Ouyang Ming's blood.
However, at the other end of the dark curved sickle, an even weirder situation appeared. The wrist abandoned by Ouyang Ming quickly began to shrink. First, it was pale without blood, like a corpse soaked in the river for several days and nights. Later, it actually started to shrink again, like the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes of an octogenarian. In the end, it turned into a ball of dried meat, like bacon dried in the wind, without a trace of blood, and became earthy yellow.
"This black sickle is really evil!"
Zhou Baopu couldn't help but think so when he saw the scene in front of him.
Although Zhou Baopu knew that the black scythe could absorb blood, this was the first time. He thought that the black scythe was not a good object. Such a weapon does not seem to be something that a righteous person should have.
But then Zhou Baopu felt relieved. He believed that no matter what kind of weapon it was, as long as he had a kind heart and the mentality that no one would offend me and I would not offend others, and if it could protect him, then it would be a good thing for him. A better weapon.
As if he noticed something, when Ouyang Ming was about to get rid of it, Hei Lian was unwilling.
Black Scythe showed its resistance with actual actions, that is, it trembled even more violently.
So that without anyone's control, Hei Si began to dig into Ouyang Ming's calf, as if he was unwilling to absorb only a little blood and wanted to increase the contact area between the sickle body and the blood. This way he can absorb blood faster to make up for the emptiness he just felt.
Ouyang Ming was obviously aware of this situation and took quick action.
"Ouch!"
Like a wolf roaring, Ouyang Ming started to scream at the top of his lungs.
At the same time, Ouyang Ming picked up the sharp stone with his left hand and cut it mercilessly towards his calf.
"Poof!"
Ouyang Ming cut off his calf, but he did not moan in pain at this time. Instead, he took a deep look at Hei Lian and turned to Zhou Baopu.
Zhou Baopu looked at Ouyang Ming, who had a broken wrist and a broken calf. He didn't know why but he felt a little scared, but he calmed down immediately. Zhou Baopu could not see that he was in any danger. Even if he failed, he could still escape. He believed that no matter how much Ouyang Ming became possessed, he would not be able to catch up with him despite his lack of arms and legs.
Because Zhou Baopu knew that Monkey Walking the World was his support.
However, Zhou Baopu did not prepare to attack Ouyang Ming further, because he felt that Ouyang Ming would fall on his own without his attack.
Zhou Baopu's feeling was right. After feeling that the threat of death was gone, Ouyang Ming finally reached the limit of his body. The red light in his eyes quickly receded and he fell to the ground.
Looking at Ouyang Ming who fell, Zhou Baopu let out a long sigh of relief. Sitting on the ground and taking a breath, Zhou Baopu walked towards Heijian. When he came to Heijian, Zhou Baopu took a deep look at Heijian, but in the end he bent down and picked up Heijian, and deeply touched the handle of Heijian. Written deeply in his hands.