The cold plum, as radiant as fire, is covered with a sar of dark black, like black snow falling.
In the sharp golden vertical pupil of the True Ancestor Evil God, a faint Divine Fire seed to ignite, harboring an extrely terrifying and violent intent.
The fair wrist holding the plum trembled slightly.
A few strands of mysterious and eerie fragrance quietly dispersed.
The bitter essence of it perated the fire in the fireplace, turning it into a kind of warm and cool desolation.
The blazing crimson aning blood from within the flower, trying to dispel the invading black intent.
Suddenly, Baili An, standing opposite, smiled softly.
The laughter was weak, yet it seed to be entwined with a nightmare-like breath.
The cold breath fell on the cold plum at the fingertips of the two.
The karma barrier, invisible to mortal eyes, like a black mist, covered the bloom of the crimson plum with irresistible force, dyeing it deep and dark.
As if boundless night hid within that single plum blossom.
The hand under the black-stained plum branch seed to have been stung by a poisonous thorn, causing the qi around the True Ancestor Evil God to suddenly beco violently turbulent, and the plum petals between his fingers withered and fell obliquely.
The eyes of the True Ancestor Evil God narrowed with vigilance, about to let go and disappear, aiming to create a safe distance from Baili An.
Baili An’s faint smile remained, his wrist turned, reversing and clutching the wrist of the True Ancestor Evil God.
He slowly raised his gaze, amid the swirling black mist of invisible karma, a slight sound of a cracking sword’s cry suddenly echoed at his neck.
The pupils of the True Ancestor Evil God contracted fiercely without a word, and black, dense, tiny script quickly spread from the wrist held by Baili An’s palm.
The cold Gale rose abruptly, swirling recklessly inside the room, sending his robe and belt flying.
The karma that had been accumulating heavily within Baili An’s body seed to find an outlet under the sound of the sword, suddenly becoming rampant and unrestrained.
The extre and fierce Spiritual Image beca so tangible that it was uncontrollable.
His black hair fluttered, the black mist entwined in his strands flew like threads and chains, tearing incessantly at his hair and robe, with mottled Curse Seals scattering like black snow.
The True Ancestor Evil God, who could just see through human hearts and souls, now found it difficult to break free from Baili An’s wrist restraint.
The aura of Desire diffused in the room was incessantly tainted by the black karma mist.
Fang Geyu’s eyes widened in shock, unable to believe the sudden outburst of karma from Baili An’s body.
The cold and sinister face of the True Ancestor Evil God showed a faintly ugly look.
"Karma? Unexpectedly, at rely over two hundred years of bone age, you harbor such imnse and earth-shattering karma?!"
The celestial phenona beneath the True Ancestor Evil God’s feet abruptly dissipated into nothing.
Above his head, his body was gradually undergoing Spiritualization, attempting to drift towards the world outside the window.
"Trying to escape?"
Baili An’s smile deepened, the black karma around him cocooning the True Ancestor Evil God’s energy completely.
The True Ancestor Evil God no longer maintained his forr arrogant and composed posture, his face cold and unpleasant as he gazed at him.
In his indifferent tone, there was an added hint of rare panic.
"Boy, don’t seek your own death, karma is no effective weapon against enemies, you have cut the chains of karma with the Daoqing Sword Decision.
Even though it’s just a small cut, it’s enough to overload your body, you managed to suppress for a mont, but can you suppress forever?"
Fang Geyu’s face was equally ugly to the extre, speaking coldly: "Stop your foolish acts! The True Ancestor Evil God is born of Desire, and you have made a Wish to it, establishing a foundation for it.
She will continue to consu the world’s Desire and grow, you are only hurting yourself this way."
Baili An held the True Ancestor Evil God’s wrist tightly, his smile unchanged as he watched its pair of gold eyes gradually begin to lt and scatter.
With an unspeakable certainty in his tone: "Rest assured, it cannot consu the Desire in this room to grow. For the True Ancestor Evil God, this sweet cake-like Desire is indeed a rare delicacy.
But karma does not belong to the six Desires, and the Desire tainted by karma is like a cake that has begun to mold, although the esteed True Ancestor Evil God is not afraid of the corruption of karma.
Yet every bit of Desire here has already lost its nutritional value, she... It is useless to eat."
He rely emptied its food.
But even so, it is enough to drive one furious.
More importantly, without the support of a body composed of Desire, the True Ancestor Evil God can only hide within the Ten Directions Sword, which is both its seal and its protective shell.
Where there are people, there is Desire.
Moreover, in places where living creatures have existed, in every corner of this world, there is Desire.
If the True Ancestor Evil God leaves the Ten Directions Sword and appears in the world, it can imdiately absorb Desire and rapidly grow, manifesting in the heart’s corner of every person through soul passage.
It is omnipresent, spreading wantonly.
But right now, it encounters its most bewildering dilemma in history.
Baili An made a decisive decision and, at the first opportunity, opened a rupture in his body.
The karma enwrapped all over his body, combined with the Divine Fire evil on, burst forth, and any bit of Desire left or exposed in this room was already corrupted and useless for consumption.
The True Ancestor Evil God’s trajectory of truth operation has been completely severed, it cannot return to the Ten Directions Sword for self-sealing and seeking refuge.
Nor can it escape this room to absorb new pure Desire.
Could it really be slowly consud to death by Baili An little by little?
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