The body of the Spirit is an extremely rare special physique. Since the closing of the Tianmen, the body of the Spirit of the Spirit in the Gulan world has only been recorded in only four people. It seems that this monk Jingxi is the fifth person.

When this physique is low in cultivation and cannot be controlled well, it often causes "good, bad spirits", so it is commonly known as Crow's Mouth.

However, as the cultivation level improves, the physical condition is completely awakened, and under the control of the intention, the words you make can come true, no matter how good or bad they are.

However, all this must be based on cultivation. For example, if Jingxi now wants to "speak to death" of a god-transforming cultivator, at the moment when he says, he will explode and die due to backfire. Even when facing Gu Xizhan, he can only suppress the other party and cannot kill him in one sentence.

This is the power of language.

A prophecy comes true!

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"Hu, Hu...", the breathing slowly became heavy, and the flesh next to the wound on the left leg was a little cold. Gu Xizhan was leaning on the sword, and his knuckles were pale as if he was about to poke out the skin.

Jingxi was not feeling well. His brows were tight, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his dark face also showed a little pale. It was much harder to calm this person than he expected...

"Crack...Crack..." The sound of bone staggering sounded even louder. Gu Xizhan gritted his teeth and slowly stood up under the huge pressure. His seemingly fragile spine was as straight as a sword. She slowly raised her head and looked at the void.

"Puff!" Suddenly, a trace of blood appeared on her neck, as if a switch was turned on. Then there was a continuous burst of bursts, and the smell of blood in the air became even more intense. Gu Xizhan's skin could not bear it and cracked one after another.

But in a moment, there were hundreds of bloody holes of all sizes on her body, which looked extremely miserable. Sweat mixed with blood flowed into her eyes, and then slowly flowed down from the corners of her eyes, bringing a long trace on her face.

She blinked her eyes with some difficulty, forced out the sweat, and her right eye was bloody.

"Cough cough...", her throat was a little itchy. She coughed a few times, tried to calm her breathing, and held the hilt tighter with her right hand, and then she slowly raised the sword like an old man in the evening.

Her right arm was shaking, and the sword body trembled violently, as if she was about to escape from her hand the next moment. There was no panic on her face, but she kept tightening her fingers, allowing the lines on the hilt to penetrate deep into her palms, and there were cracks on the back of her hand, without a trace of intact skin.

Although it was slow, the long sword was raised inch by inch, until the tip of the sword pointed directly at the monk's nose. Gu Xizhan's eyes had blood and a sword.

As she moved, Jingxi's face became paler and paler. The Buddhist beads in her hand collided violently, and the sound of golden spears intersecting. When pointed at by the tip of the sword, his whole body trembled, and the red blood winded down from the corners of his lips and dripped onto the deep yellow monk's robes.

Sweat almost wet his clothes, the precious light on Jingxi's body flickered and the phantom of the old monk behind it began to appear fine cracks...

"Hu..." When the Sin Ran White Bone could be seen on the back of his right hand, Gu Xizhan breathed lightly, the sword had stopped trembling, and pointed at Jingxi steadily.

The pressure on my body has not yet faded, but there are already signs of instability.

She suddenly laughed softly, her eyes as bright as stars, her voice was hoarse, but she felt a sense of pride that could not be underestimated, "Your Buddha cannot save me, nor can you suppress me!"

"Boom!", a thunder suddenly appeared!
Chapter completed!