"F**k…" The ancient consciousness couldn't bear with it anymore. It wanted to jump out and kill Wang Teng after a few sentences, but it controlled itself in the end and said, "What do you want? Tell directly."
"I want… you to die!" Wang Teng's voice turned extrely cold. There was a sinister killing intent in it.
Nether God Physique, activate!
An extrely evil aura erupted from the depth of his body.
At this mont, Wang Teng activated the powerful physique of the Nether God Race. Then…
Nether God Statue!
An ancient and evil statue appeared in his mind and was simultaneously projected into the Blood Crow Clone's mind. It was like a terrifying presence that appeared in an unknown era. It appeared in the void with an indescribable aura.
Boom!
Terrifying will swept through the Blood Crow Clone's mind.
"This! This! This… This is the Nether God Statue! Ah…"
The ancient consciousness saw the Nether God Statue and scread in disbelief. However, its voice turned into a scream of agony.
The Nether God Statue couldn't be seen, known, thought of, or talked about…
This was a terrifying projection. Even the ancient consciousness would receive a terrifying backlash when facing the Nether God Statue.
"You! You're from the Nether God Race. You're not a vampire?!"
The ancient consciousness was extrely weak but it seed to have discovered sothing astonishing. Its voice was filled with disbelief.
"Congratulations… You gave the wrong answer!" Wang Teng smiled.
The vampire and the Nether God were just his alias.
"That's impossible. You're from the Nether God Race!" The ancient consciousness was firm. It said unwillingly, "I didn't expect to fall in the hands of an Nether God."
"Forget it! This is the end of my life!"
It was dispirited. It seed to have given up resisting and allowed the mysterious beast skin to wear down its soul.
After so ti, the voice disappeared gradually. The consciousness seed to have dissipated and was dead silent. No one could sense its aura anymore.
"He's… dead?" Wang Teng couldn't believe it. He felt that the result was too simple.
He was already prepared for his opponent's final retaliation.
In the end… this was it?
This was an ancient consciousness. There should be many ways to hide, right? Was there no special thod that could save his life?
"You're making things difficult for by dying so easily." Wang Teng was full of complaints and doubts.
In summary… he didn't believe it!
Wang Teng waited for so ti. He carefully examined the situation inside the Blood Crow Clone and searched for any traces left by that old fellow.
If there was even a trace of it, he would kill it rcilessly. He would never allow it to exist.
He mustn't show any rcy to these old cunning foxes who had lived for who-knows how many years. He mustn't take any chances either.
Wang Teng scanned the Blood Crow Clone with his spiritual power again and again, but he didn't see anything. He even used his Real Eye, but he still didn't see anything.
Is he really dead? Wang Teng was even more puzzled.
For so reason, the more peaceful it was, the more he felt that there was sothing wrong.
Too strange!
The old cunning fox's thods were indeed unpredictable. He mustn't be careless.
Wang Teng sat cross-legged in his Devour Space and didn't appear. He touched his chin and thought of a solution.
He was already at the last stage. If that old fellow's soul was really erased, he could successfully take over the Blood Crow Clone.
The next mont, he stopped hesitating and put away the mysterious beast skin. He couldn't withstand it so he had to put it away first. Then, his spiritual power swept out of the main body and entered the Blood Crow Clone, as if he was preparing to take over the clone.
But if it still existed, he needed to take another step.
Thus, Wang Teng didn't dare to let down his guard.
"That's it!"
Suddenly, Wang Teng's eyes lit up. He ca up with a plan.
The next mont, he stopped hesitating and put away the mysterious beast skin. He couldn't withstand it so he had to put it away first. Then, his spiritual power swept out of the main body and entered the Blood Crow Clone, as if he was preparing to take over the clone.
"Junior, you finally… can't control yourself!"
At this mont, the old and decaying voice that sounded like a malicious spirit echoed again. There was a hint of pride and… savageness in it.
The voice seed to co from the deepest part of the Blood Crow Clone's body. It resounded in all directions and no one could sense where it ca from.
Wang Teng's spiritual power was like a lonely boat floating in the sea of the Blood Crow Clone.
He suddenly felt that he was surrounded by the consciousness.
Boom!
The next instant, an ancient aura erupted and swept towards Wang Teng's spiritual power.
"So you're hiding here!"
In the Devour Space, Wang Teng opened his eyes abruptly. There was a sharp glint in his eyes.
He searched for a long ti but he couldn't find him. The other party was hiding in every cell.
His soul gradually dispersed as it got worn down and turned into tiny soul fragnts. These soul fragnts rged into every cell in the Blood Crow Clone's body and turned into tiny blood-red runes to hide itself.
This was a brilliant thod. It was smooth and silent so no one would notice it.
There were many tiny blood-red runes in the cells. Who would care about so additional runes?
What's more, Wang Teng had already planted the Blood God Curse in it. He subconsciously felt that the ancient presence shouldn't be able to get close to the Blood God Curse.
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