Chapter 441

Li Miao had just shaken his hand when those two pitch-black three-foot-tall little people scrambled up, and the moment they stuck to Li Miao, dozens of mouths with white teeth emerged all over their bodies, and their entire bodies enveloped Li Miao like a large net.

"Tsk!"

"What's this, is the mental battle getting more powerful the less brains you have?"

Li Miao tsked and retreated rapidly.

This was the first time he had made a "retreat" move in a battle; usually, others tried their best to retreat while he used all means to attack them, but now he had become the one dodging.

There was no other way.

As the saying goes, "A mop dipped in shit is like Lu Bu in the world."

The characteristic of a mental battle is that you can only weaken the opponent by actually tearing off and devouring their flesh and blood; there are no vital points here, and as long as you don't perform the act of "devouring," all damage caused is meaningless.

But these pitch-black figures opposite... they weren't much better than shit.

An Qisheng's method of reincarnation and longevity is reincarnation.

It's like dropping a drop of ink into water, eventually dyeing the whole cup of water pitch-black. Both water and ink still exist, but because the ink is more concentrated, the color of the whole cup of water is changed. An Qisheng's will is indeed firm, reincarnating for dozens of generations and being diluted dozens of times, yet he can still firmly occupy the background color of this cup of water.

But what happens after Li Miao removes this drop of ink?

This cup of water, which had been mixed dozens of times, overflowed.

An Qisheng's "Nature" contains not only himself but also dozens of generations of Zheng Zheng Anqi. Yingzhou's twisted and morbid inheritance method created not only Zheng Zheng Anqi, this thousand-year-old ghost, but also dozens of sleeping, venomous ghosts named "Zheng Zheng Anqi" inside him.

And hatred is far deeper than love.

The venomous memories and emotions of dozens of people were mixed together; Li Miao only took one bite, and the sour, bitter, spicy, and salty tastes all rushed to his heart. Stinking, sticky, spicy, and bitter, it was a complete sensory experience, and even Li Miao couldn't help but frown and retch.

Can't eat, can't hurt.

Trading injury for injury is a loss.

But if you don't devour them, this mental battle will never end, and Li Miao will never be able to wake up.

"Tsk!"

Li Miao tsked again.

"Tasting one drop requires half a day to recover; at this rate, I'm afraid it will be hard to end in months... An Qisheng, this old ghost, really made two plans!"

"If he couldn't possess me, he would drag me down."

"I don't know what the situation is outside, although the Emperor is holding the fort, his martial arts haven't recovered much, and Ji Tianrui is still watching like a tiger. Xiao Xiao Anzi and the others haven't grown up yet and can't influence the overall situation."

Bang!

His fist collided with the arm of a pitch-black figure, blasting it away. But the next instant, the pitch-black figure unfolded in mid-air like a curtain, turning into a large net and enveloping him.

Without reason and without the constraints of inherent experience, these remnant souls were actually more creative in the mental image than An Qisheng himself.

Li Miao flashed out of the coverage area, but the moment he stepped out, the ground rolled over! Two pitch-black arms grabbed at Li Miao's lower legs, and at the same time, a large mouth tore toward his lower legs!

"Get lost!"

Li Miao kicked out!

Bang!

With a loud explosion, the pitch-black figure hidden under the black sand was kicked away, smashing into the falling black net, rolling on the ground several times together, and then standing up.

A human silhouette bulged under the black net.

The net melted, gradually shaping into a suit of pitch-black armor, wrapping around the outside of the human figure.

"What are you pretending for!"

Boom!

Before it could stand straight, Li Miao had already appeared in front of it, a fierce, unstoppable straight punch smashing into its chest!

Clang! —

Different from the sound of hitting liquid before, this time it was the sound of metal clashing.

The armored figure flew backward, carving a trench a zhang wide on the beach.

Black water flowed slowly down Li Miao's knuckles.

The skin was broken.

He was injured by that punch just now.

The defense of that pitch-black armor was no less than An Qisheng's protective true energy.

And several dozen zhang away, the armored figure slapped the ground and flipped up, arching its body and letting out a beast-like roar, about to rush toward Li Miao again, but suddenly paused.

It suddenly lowered its head to look at the deep fist mark on the armor on its chest. In the center of the fist mark was a drop of black water.

It tremblingly reached out to dip it on its fingertip, tremblingly wanting to send it to its mouth. But in the process of raising its hand, countless tiny human faces of different genders and ages emerged on its chest, neck, forearm, and chin, opening their mouths wide to bite at the fingertip.

"Mine!"

"Give it to me, give it to me!"

"I, I want it, give it to me!"

Even the armor began to squirm like a living thing, extending countless tentacles toward the drop of black water on the fingertip. Finally, one tentacle won the victory, rolling it into the armor.

"Ahhhhh! —"

Countless mouths all over its body wailed together.

"Why wasn't it me!"

"Why didn't you give it to me!"

"Mine, mine, mine! Ahhhhh!"

The pitch-black figure seemed to have suddenly suffered a fit of hysteria, twitching all over and freezing in place.

Li Miao raised an eyebrow.

"Not a single entity?"

"These pitch-black figures are not a whole composed of dozens of Zheng Anqis, but an ant colony composed of countless small corpse fragments... That's right, if it were a whole, An Qisheng couldn't occupy the lead; only by shredding him could he fully control his nature."

"I see."

The corners of Li Miao's mouth suddenly curled up.

He glanced at the side.

"Shall we try?"

"I don't know if it will affect the 'eight-hour workday'... but the situation is urgent, and there's no time to waste with these corpse fragments!"

Behind him, dozens of pitch-black figures flew toward him, dozens of faces revealing the same greedy smiles.

"Heh."

Li Miao suddenly laughed.

He suddenly raised his hand above his head, extended two fingers, his true energy surged, and the sand within several zhang suddenly vibrated and floated at the same time.

Then he suddenly clenched his fist at his waist!

"Black Extreme—Pagoda!"

Original version!

The true energy ring drove the air to emit a shrill sonic boom, expanding with Li Miao as the center. There was no sword qi, but pushed by Li Miao's vigorous true energy, the repulsive force was a world of difference from before the Battle of the Imperial Mausoleum.

Boom!!! —

Dozens of pitch-black figures were instantly pushed away, looking at Li Miao in mid-air, emitting greedy and unwilling screams.

At this very instant!

The ground under Li Miao's feet exploded!

The original Black Extreme Pagoda would not exhaust true energy, nor would it need to adjust breathing to recover true energy!

This was the instant Li Miao wanted!

He raised his hand into a claw, pouncing toward a pitch-black figure like a tiger, grabbing its neck tightly.

Several large mouths instantly emerged on the neck, biting toward Li Miao's palm.

Li Miao didn't dodge or evade, sneering.

"Want to eat?"

"I'll let you eat your fill!"

Waves, exploded.

Li Miao grabbed the pitch-black figure and rushed into the sea.

(End of chapter)