I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 4135: Chapter 1952: Bloody Massacre_3

From the moment of birth, it transformed into rain and mist, evaporated back to the origin, continued to fall, then was struck back, beginning a cycle of reincarnation again and again.

"..."

The life mist in the void finally gathered together, but upon seeing this, it couldn’t help but shiver.

It seemed that all its contingency plans had been anticipated by Xu Xiaoshou, or even more...

"Let me think."

In front of this cluster of life mist, Xu Xiaoshou formed an alchemy hand gesture that was somewhat unfamiliar.

The gesture was unfamiliar, but the speed was not slow.

And having the alchemy technique of the Infernal lineage, Xu Xiaoshou eventually comprehended its ultimate intent, not taking pride in condensing elixirs but seeking an instant explosion.

"Refine!"

A shout in the air.

Under the perspective of Bei Huai, the world transformed again.

The Dragon Melting Realm that covered heaven and earth evolved into a colossal magic pill stove sealed by a cauldron cover, and this squirming life mist mass became the elixir extracts that skipped the herbal refining step and entered directly into the Core Formation procedure.

"And the heavens and earth as the furnace, creation as the work, Yin and Yang as the charcoal, all things as the copper..."

This Taoist music resounded again, but it was no longer Xu Xiaoshou withdrawing Cooking Expert, instead, it appeared in Bei Huai’s eyes.

He became the medicine!

The world became the furnace!

Xu Xiaoshou stepped on the Life Dao Disc and cast the Core Formation hand gesture.

Bei Huai’s self began to squirm uncontrollably, truly collapsing inwardly according to the alchemist’s will, even the life diagram twisted, was to be compressed into a human elixir?

"Ugh ah ah——"

Took three punches, remained silent.

This time, within the life mist, tormented by the twisted life form, Bei Huai finally let out a heartrending scream.

"Boom!"

A beam of white light exploded, soaring skyward.

No fragrance of condensed elixirs formed, instead, there was a somewhat scorched stench.

The light of the Magic Pill Condensation merged into a push generated by Bei Huai’s tendence, he poured in surging vital life force, attempting to open a hole to escape.

This couldn’t lift the lid of the magic pill stove that was the Dragon Melting Realm, because suddenly, on top appeared a golden Berserk Giant.

It pressed a palm down, pinning the shivering lid of the cauldron, emanating the Heavenly Ancestor’s Power.

The giant looked down, all beneath it were ants.

Bei Huai not only failed, the explosion of Magic Pill Condensation blew his life mist form back to its original form, back to human form.

The shattered flesh splattered everywhere.

No way to heaven, seeking a door to earth.

The shattered flesh, in an instant, broke down into finer pieces, diving into the cracks at every corner of Cross Corner Street, like tiny pangolins frantically drilling down.

But the golden Berserk Giant, standing dozens of feet tall, was not berserk; it elegantly spread its hands in midair, fingertips dangling countless spirit threads, like a puppet master behind a shadow puppet show.

"Hmm hmm hmm~"

Puppet Manipulation Threads with Weaving Expertise.

Combined with the life inspection of the Life Dao Disc.

Every piece of flesh, every Bei Huai, Xu Xiaoshou knew like the back of his hand, waiting for them to tire out, nearly reaching the barrier of the Dragon Melting Realm and Divine Secrets Array.

With a lift of ten fingers, the spirit threads floated up.

All those little Bei Huai were instantly plucked from the ground, reassembled in front into a singular Great Beihuai.

"Cultivating."

Great Beihuai’s facial features were misplaced.

His hands grew on his abdomen, back, knees connected to his shoulders, ankles and feet atop his head, toes curling tightly, as if declaring his inner unrest.

His face squirmed violently, skin split open, revealing a murderous Three Loathsome Eyes.

The gray tri-flower spun, anger seemed to follow, swirling into the central pupil, transforming into a black dot...

"Bang!"

Xu Xiaoshou released the Berserk Giant form, poking a finger into Bei Huai’s eye socket.

A sizzle, Bei Huai’s abdominal skin tore open, the same three speckled patterns whirled.

Clearly, the blood color of the Three Tribulation Eyes represented murderous intent, but now they spun with a shiver.

Of course, he didn’t succeed either, this time, even though the eye only just began to open, Xu Xiaoshou’s finger stabbed into the monster’s socket again.

"Huh..."

In the mouth-position of Bei Huai’s face, a rare intact mouth opened, a trembling sound was about to escape.

"Bad breath."

Xu Xiaoshou punched forward, piercing straight through the back of the skull, suspending it in midair.

"Uh uh uh..."

Bei Huai’s body twitched twice, limbs flailing.

The interrupted rain fell from the sky once more, but before landing, it was scorched back to the heavens.

"Uh uh uh..."

Bei Huai seemed like a corpse, clearly still full of life, yet hanging off Xu Xiaoshou’s forearm, unwilling to move again.

Xu Xiaoshou didn’t bother with this rebellious wolf child refusing to do homework; he had his thoughts, he had his rhythm.

Intent Stripping.

As the domain unfolded, the quiet world became clamorous.

Inside Bei Huai, innumerable hoarse voices sounded in unison—some angry, some torn, some frustrated, some begging...

"Don’t..."

"Sor...ry..."

"You think you’ve won me? Dream on!"

"A little beautiful, infernal white flame..."

"Tired..."

"Again! Again! So good! So good!"

"Boo hoo, don’t hit me, don’t hit me..."

Too chaotic.

It’s hard to imagine how complex a being this was.

Xu Xiaoshou searched for quite a while before he heard a familiar voice, the voice of Night Guardian, feeble, yet seemingly smiling:

"Rest assured..."

"This old man, it doesn’t hurt..."