Heavenly Dao Formula

Said it was a corpse, because there was no possibility of the two of them surviving.

Their bodies were covered with bruises, and there was no intact skin all over their bodies. God knows how much pain they suffered before they died. What's even more frightening is that their waists were completely cut off, and half of their spines protruded from the flesh and blood, like a stand supporting a puppet. The blood that flowed out from the cut in the abdomen almost dyed the small half of the stone wall crimson.

What made Xia Fan feel the coldest was the age and clothing of the two of them. Fifteen or sixteen years old, and the dilapidated red and gold two-color robes on their bodies, all showed their identities.

"How could this be..." Des Moines took two steps back in disbelief.

The eyes of other members of the jury also showed obvious anger!

"Xia Fan... Could it be that these two are..." Li covered his mouth and said.

"Son of the Holy Spirit".

Xia Fan didn't answer, but the reactions of the people around him had already given the answer.

The goal they have been looking for is now in front of them, but the plan to awaken Ning Wanjun has completely failed.

"Des Moines!" Taxis snorted.

"Yes!" The guardian knight reacted suddenly, and immediately rushed into the secret room with the two of them, and took off the human body hanging on the wall. No matter what, they must first confirm the identity of the deceased, so as not to give the enemy an opportunity in panic.

"By the way, the Holy Son may be a forgery," Li nodded quickly, "If the murderer behind the scenes really wants to kill the Holy Son, there is no need to spend so much effort. The attack on the carriage can be done on the spot—"

"Cough...nothing to test." Du Lin interrupted her, "No matter how you look at it, these two are true children of the Holy Spirit, otherwise I wouldn't be able to use their emblems to get Dead Mist .”

"Lord Yongyi, the corpses... are real." Des Moines also confirmed the test results at this moment, "The blood shows that they are all descendants of high-ranking dragons, which fit the characteristics of the children of the Holy Spirit."

"Look, I've told you before—ga—" Du Lin said halfway, when he was suddenly punched in the abdomen by Taxis, and his whole body curled up like a shrimp. Then the latter grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the wall. Du Lin's head was bleeding, and he screamed out because of the severe pain in his abdomen!

"What exactly are you trying to do?" Dragon Girl gritted her teeth, "Take the hostages and kill them... Do you simply want to offend the church?"

"I...I don't know...that person's purpose..." Du Lin opened and closed his mouth with difficulty, "I just want to fulfill my wish, that's all."

Hearing these words, Taxis couldn't help shrinking her eyes.

She immediately put Du Lin back on the ground, so as not to kill him by grabbing him, "Who is that person? Azie?"

"Azie is just like me... just an ordinary person." Du Lin coughed up blood.

"Who else? The mage Leonard Phantom next to him!?"

"Give up...you can't guess." Du Lin raised the corner of his mouth, "Until the disaster strikes, you will never know what happened in Azure Castle..."

There was a clicking sound from Taxis's mouth.

Obviously she restrained herself from killing with the greatest perseverance.

"You are collecting souls. Or... you are collecting magic power that can be used to cast magic." Xia Fan said suddenly.

The members of the jury swished their gazes at him.

Du Lin's expression froze, and the second half of the sentence got stuck in his throat.

"Collecting magic power?" Taxis frowned, "What are you talking about? Isn't magic power everywhere?"

"Sure enough...you don't know about this." Xia Fan found that he had overlooked a problem, that is, what Yongchao studied was not common sense known to the world. He also learned the reason for the fall of the Yongchao after contacting the senior officials of the Gyeonggi Privy Council. And the more important point is that the Western Pole and the six eastern countries cannot be generalized. As a person who senses Qi among human beings, it is a matter of course for an alchemist to study spells.

But West Pole is not like that!

Demons hold the main power and are in the ruling class. As a kind of "clan" who are naturally sensitive and have natural magic skills, it is not necessary to study magic skills. Their abilities will be strengthened over time, and even if they don't put much effort into spells, they can still reach a very high level. At the same time, the dragonborn also suppressed another group of aura-sensing people - mages, which was tantamount to further blocking the exchange of spell research.

On the silver star tree boat, the mage of Nattatin once cast a strange spell similar to summoning, and its material is the soul, which also made Xia Fan think that Xiji should generally know the principle of evil spirits and the source of the power of evil spirits. , but now it seems that this is not the case.

"To put it simply, torture and pain can make Qi—that is, magic power continue to exist after leaving the body, and it can be used as raw materials for creating demons." Xia Fan replied briefly, "I'm not wrong, Doctor Du Lin .Your painstaking efforts to weaken the deadly effect of the dead fog test record is the best evidence!"

"Creating demons?" Taksis looked at Du Lin incredulously, "Any demon is a very threatening existence, and it is the enemy of all living beings, including yourself! But you want to create it?"

"If I can't fulfill my wish alive, then it's not bad to fulfill it by dying..."

"What is your wish?" Xia Fan asked.

"Of course it is to return the things that the looters took from the master of the tower to the master..." Du Lin suddenly coughed violently in the middle of speaking, and he spat out a large mouthful of black blood, which looked like lumps of congealed meat freeze.

"No!" Taksis realized that the situation was not good, she quickly squatted down, and pried open the doctor's mouth—only to see his teeth melted like ooze, and his throat was full of dirty blood. This is definitely not the kind of trauma you get when you hit a wall or get hit by a stray bullet.

Xia Fan immediately guessed the problem, "He injected himself with death mist!"

But it was too late.

In less than a few breaths, Du Lin had exhausted a lot of breath, breathed in less, his eyes were completely lost, and he couldn't say a word anymore.

According to the test records, the dead fog will cause great pain when it erodes the human body. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a kind of tragic torture, but until Du Lin swallowed his last breath, there was no trace of ferocity on his face, and he even froze. There was still a faint smile on the corner of Zhu's mouth.

That is the fulfillment of a wish.

The members of the jury had complex expressions for a while.

They never imagined that things would turn out like this before they set off.

Only the flames in Taxis's eyes were still bright, "Everyone, the matter is not over yet! If Ambassador Xia's information is correct, then the real culprits who attacked the convoy were people other than Azie and Du Lin—" She looked at Xia Fan, "This person is using the potion made by the dead mist to summon a more powerful demon?"

"Nine times out of ten this is the case...and..." Xia Fan glanced at the remnant body of the Son of the Holy Spirit, hesitating to speak, a question that has never been answered has always lingered in his mind-that is, it was created by different people. Will the negative energy generated vary from person to person? If so, is it a kind of consciousness?