Bo Shuo did not expect that with such a copy, his level would be like riding a rocket. Shou Shou upgraded to Demigod.
Generally speaking, to upgrade Demigod, you need to ignite Divine Fire and plunder the power.
But now Xi Guici sacrificed his Talent Authority, causing him to successfully pass this difficulty in just a few moments.
For Bo Shuo, this is neither good nor bad.
It made him feel wary.
None of his abilities were improved steadily, and even his current status as Demigod was achieved with the help of external forces.
His foundation is so weak that it can basically be ignored. Compared with the real Demigod, his background is still very different.
But there is a saying, even if it is a weak Demigod, it is still a Demigod. It is almost crushing to Demigod.
All I can say is that there are good and bad things.
Moreover, the authority he now has is Xi Guici.
Bo Shuo would rather not have it than leave such a hidden danger. After all, for Deity, the power to control is all obtained by fighting for it, and it all belongs to Ownerless Item.
And Bo Shuo does have Xi Guici in his hands. The most important thing is that Xi Guici is not dead now, which is a huge hidden danger for him.
Thinking like this, Bo Shuo's mood became extremely bad at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his eyes towards Xi Guici gradually became colder.
But Xi Guici is completely out of the same brain circuit as Bo Shuo. For him, this move is equivalent to cutting off the most important part of himself.
As Talent Power was cutting, Xi Guici felt that the control of this body was getting weaker and weaker, and the whole body collapsed faster and faster.
Everything was ground into powder.
The fine white spots began to dissipate little by little from the side, leaving only half of his face. His eyes were slightly curved, his lips were slightly opened and closed, and he made a few almost inaudible breath sounds.
"Mr. Bo, see you next time."
Immediately, everyone disappeared in this area.
After Xi Guici and Wen Yanqing had evacuated the scene, Bo Shuo was the only one left in the entire huge venue.
Black Haired Youth A man stood alone in this empty void. The water below was turbulent, as if something was struggling desperately. A thick water column rose out of the air and fell in front of him, with a broken rose held up on it.
It's scarlet, like a heart.
Even Rose Stem is beating constantly, and the petals on it are so bright that they look like they are dripping blood.
That water column seemed to have its own consciousness, trying its best to hold the rose up, as if Bo Shuo had to take the rose off before it could give up.
Black Haired Youth didn't move, just watched this scene indifferently.
"Destroy Him."
Yi Rong didn't know how long he had been watching the show, but when he saw that Bo Shuo had not taken action yet, he reminded him.
"Don't forget our deal."
Bo Shuo was urged like this, but he didn't rush, "I'm a little curious now. What is this thing that can make you open your mouth?"
Yi Rong sneered, as if he didn't want to get too entangled with Bo Shuo, and said neatly, "This is that Spore's Viscera, don't tell me, you want such disgusting things?"
There was undisguised disgust in his tone, as if the thing in front of Bo Shuo was an extremely dirty thing.
Bo Shuo raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this explanation, as if he was choking Yi Rong on purpose.
"Don't forget, this is also a part of your body."
He repeated what Yi Rong just said.
"Disgusting stuff?"
Yi Rong didn't reply, as if he was too lazy to dwell on this topic with Bo Shuo.
Bo Shuo After the voice in his ears disappeared, he was not surprised at all.
In fact, Bo Shuo's emotions towards Spore Yi Rong are quite complicated. On the one hand, his existence is not a good thing for Bo Shuo. This is a sign that everything about him is being calculated.
Naturally, Bo Shuo does not have any good impression of Spore Yi Rong, but on the other hand, Bo Shuo also clearly realizes that Spore Yi Rong may be as innocent as him.
He is just a tool used to satisfy other people's selfish desires.
Yes, tools.
A tool created to die.
Bo Shuo is not a very hard-hearted person, even Spore Yi Rong is just a child.
A child who has no evil intentions and is even willing to die for him.
A child the same age as his sister.
Bo Shuo lowered his eyes and looked at the rose that was almost touching his hand.
The roses look very clean, and when you get close, you can smell an extremely fragrant fragrance, which seems to tempt people to pinch others.
But Black Haired Youth did not pick it up, Puppet Silk spread on his hand, and then the entire rose thorn fell apart.
The moment Rose Petal was punctured, blood seeped out from inside, dripping down bit by bit along the silk thread.
Suddenly, the wind in this territory became stronger and stronger, blowing through some gaps in the corners, and whimpering sounds echoed in this Corpse Dissolving Ground.