"call--"

Li Guanqi held the ice crystal sword stained with purple-red blood, raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, took deep breaths, and his chest was undulating.

He is suppressing.

After suppressing myself and killing the six-armed curse spirit, the indescribable excitement in my heart!

"no……"

Li Guanqi lowered his head and rubbed his cheek with his left hand, "Maybe my mother hired a psychologist, I really need to see it."

Then he looked around and looked at the black mist that showed no sign of disappearing, a little surprised.

This is the realm of the mantra spirit, so why hasn’t the mantra spirit been lifted yet after death?

"oh……"

Li Guanqi suddenly thought of something, turned around quickly, walked to the three corpses on the ground, reached out to dig it out, and quickly grabbed a purple heart that was still beating slightly.

"Puff!"

He squeezed his heart hard, and blood from the curse spirit dripped, while Li Guanqi did not hesitate to drink it.

The supernatural blood of the mantra actually refers to the blood in the heart that is very small, not the blood in the body.

Soon, Li Guanqi, who drank the supernatural blood of the Six-Arm Curse, trembled slightly, his blood was hot all over his body, and his skin was red.

He is not just a different blood warrior, he is also a magician with spiritual power!

Facing the alien blood, he does not need to add various materials to make it into an edible state. He can drink it directly and then refine it with spiritual power. This is the superiority of the dual identity.

After a moment.

Li Guanqi returned to normal.

【Flesh body: 5.6→6.2!】

【Rating rating: 8.0→8.1!】

Devouring alien blood represents the increase of strength!

"Bang!"

At this time.

The black fog around finally dissipated, and at the same time, the world of the six-armed curse spirit was broken layer by layer like a mirror that fell to the ground.

The remote alley appeared in Li Guanqi's sight again.

In addition to him, the broken corpse of the six-armed curse spirit also returned to the outside world.

The first person to come into view was a black cat lying on the ground, covered in blood. If Li Guanqi hadn't seen its chest and abdomen still slightly fluctuated, he would have thought it was a dead cat.

Black cat?

Seriously injured?

Li Guanqi didn't understand it for a while.

Isn’t this black cat a member of the Six-Armed Curse Spirit?

Didn’t you want to eat Han Mengyao?

"Human, human..."

At this moment, the black cat suddenly opened his eyes and said weakly to Li Guanqi: "Hurry...Go and save her..."

Li Guanqi quickly stepped forward and squatted down, picked up the black cat with his right hand, then held his left hand tightly, and blood with spiritual power oozed out of the palm of his palm, dripping into the black cat's mouth, "Recover quickly and make it clear!"

The black cat lay in his arms and licked his tongue. It seemed that after swallowing his blood, his injuries recovered a little. He still spoke weakly, but he no longer stuttered:

"Around the corner, go to the back, the little girl was pulled into the field of curse spirit..."

"Bang."

Li Guanqi threw the black cat to the ground, got up and rushed backwards.

After passing several corners in succession.

He came to the end of this remote alley, a dead end.

Here, a black light ball about the size of a watermelon was floating in the air, emitting a faint light.

"The Realm of the Curse?"

Li Guanqi hurried forward, and as soon as his right hand touched the ball of light, he felt a faint suction force, as if he was about to suck him into it.

He didn't resist.

"call out!"

Li Guanqi's figure flashed and his whole body was instantly sucked in.

The evening breeze is slightly cool.

The empty alley and dead end was nothing but a black light ball floating out of thin air.

...

...

"Puff!"

Li Guanqi's vision had just recovered when he saw a one-armed middle-aged man on the grass in front of him, piercing his chest by a red monster with two long arms on his head.

"Puff!"

The curse spirit drew the knife back, causing scarlet blood to splash out from the chest of the one-armed man.

"No!!!"

Just as the sword arm curse spirit was about to use another knife to completely destroy the life of the one-armed man, a crying voice came from next to him.

Immediately afterwards.

A young girl wearing a blood-stained T-shirt rushed into Li Guanqi's sight.

Her eyes were filled with tears, but she was firmly blocked in front of the one-armed man.

Petite body, spread your arms.

It seemed as if I wanted to use my life to block the right arm of the sword arm, the giant blade, which was bigger than hers.

Han Mengyao!

However, for the mantra spirits, there is no word "sweet and savor" in their concepts.

In the dark night, the sword arm spell spirit raised its red right arm like a blade and slashed heavily at Han Mengyao in front of him!

"Puff!"

A cold light flashed by!

Green blood dripped a curve in the air.

A red arm that looked like a blade flew out and fell on the grass with green blood.

Green blood gushed, cold snow drifted.

A tall figure was lit up with blue light, holding an ice crystal sword in his hand, blocking Han Mengyao's right arm and cutting off the sword arm spell spirit's right arm!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The sword arm curse spirit immediately raised his head and let out a shrill roar, the screaming to the extreme, almost breaking Li Guanqi's eardrum!

"Call you..."

"Bang!"

Li Guanqi was about to slash his sword, but as soon as his right hand was lifted into the air, the ice crystal sword collapsed and turned into a burst of ice water mixed with blood and sprinkled on the grass.

Exhausted spiritual power!

"Call your mom!"

Li Guanqi gritted his teeth, stepped forward and kicked it out, and kicked the sword arm curse spirit for more than ten meters away.

Maintaining the Ice Crystal Sword requires the consumption of spiritual power and mental power at all times.

And today, his spiritual power is still the one that occupies the majority of them. After all, his mental power is only a little bit and it is not enough. However, after a big battle with the six-armed spell spirit, his spiritual power is really exhausted.

What to do now?

I just used Qibu, but now my muscles are sore all over my body. If I use it once again, it will definitely tear my muscles apart again...and so on.

"Han Mengyao!"

Li Guanqi seemed to have suddenly felt something, and quickly turned around and looked at the young girl in front of her who was crying with pear blossoms and rain.

"I, I'm here!"

Han Mengyao's body trembled suddenly.

"Put it a blue for me."
To be continued...