I'm in Horror World, Taoism Exorcism

Chen Feng felt that what An Qi said made sense.

He pondered for a while, then channeled the aura in his body and poured it into Death Scythe.

hum!

The Death Scythe suddenly buzzed, and a force shot towards Chen Feng.

Chen Feng hastily flicked his hand, dissipating that power invisible.

"No, this sickle repels my power, and my power cannot activate it.

Angie: "Maybe, you can try my dark magic power."

Chen Feng nodded, and handed the sickle to An Qi.

An Qi reached out to take it in her hand, pondered for a moment, and a dark red gleam appeared in her hand.

The next moment, the entire sickle also glowed with this kind of light.

In an instant, the scythe of death spread out with extremely terrifying power, and people could tell at a glance that this sickle contained great power.

Chen Feng was overjoyed: "Try it quickly."

An Qi swiped her hand and cut through a mouse.

The mouse was again easily cut in two.

It looked smoother than before Chen Feng.

Chen Feng looked at An Qi: "How is it, how do you feel?"

An 31qi closed her eyes and felt for a moment: "No, nothing, my dark magic power can stimulate the power of this sickle, but it can't harvest longevity."

Chen Feng fell into deep thought again.

He began to think about the characteristics related to the god of death, after much deliberation, he found that the biggest characteristic of the god of death is the breath of death.

The mass death aura of the God of Death left such a deep impression on him that even he almost died on it.

With a thought, Chen Feng grabbed the void in front of him, and immediately there was some death breath in his hand.

However, these death auras are the death auras that melt into the normal air after being swallowed by space-time fragments, and are extremely thin.

It won't have any effect on normal people, let alone Chen Feng.

Chen Feng condensed these death breaths in his palm, and grabbed the death scythe.

Immediately, the Death Scythe was different, and there was a layer of holy white light on it.

The light is so pure, appearing on such a scythe, it makes people feel a sense of fallacy and makes people extremely uncomfortable.

brush!

Chen Feng cut from a mouse.

The sickle passed through the mouse miraculously, and the mouse's body was not damaged at all.

But the mouse tilted its body, but turned over directly, with its belly facing the sky.

it died.

There is not a single wound on his body, but he just died like this, without a trace of life on his body.

And Chen Feng suddenly felt that there was a thick force of life in the sickle.

He can choose to integrate this power into his body, or he can choose to give it to others.

Chen Feng's heart moved, and the power immediately followed the sickle and merged into his body.

His body didn't have any rejection of this force, once it entered the body, it quickly merged with the body.

Chen Feng felt that his lifespan had increased by 10 months.

10 months of lifespan is really not much for Chen Feng, but for some people, it can really save lives.

Seeing the happy expression on Chen Feng's face, An Qi hurriedly asked, "You succeeded?"

Chen Feng nodded: "Successful. By the way, how long do mice generally live?"

Chen Feng really doesn't know about this, but as a witch, he knows a lot about mice.

Angie: "Not necessarily, under normal circumstances, it is 2 to 3 years."

Chen Feng: "Just now I harvested ten months of life essence. The vitality of this mouse should be too young for three months. So, the life essence I harvested should be about one-third of it."

An Qi: "Almost, it's already pretty good. In the future, when we meet some people who want to kill, we will directly harvest their lifespan. Even if it's one-third, it's still quite a lot."

Chen Feng: "If you harvest vampires, don't vampires claim to live forever, so how many lifespans do you have to harvest?"

Angie: "Who told you that vampires live forever? If so, everyone would become a vampire. Compared with those shortcomings, who would not be attracted to immortality.

Chen Feng: "How long is the lifespan of a vampire?"

An Qi: "Of course it depends on the strength. The weakest vampire can't grow much longer than a human, and the stronger the vampire, the longer the lifespan."

Chen Feng: "What do vampires rely on to become powerful?"

Angie: "There are many ways. There are special blood that contains spiritual power; there is belief and worship of the ancestors of vampires; there are blessings from the elders to the younger ones; there are special training inside the vampires, etc.

However, just like the people in the Dharma-ending Era you said, the life of vampires is not easy, and their internal cultivation channels have basically been cut off.

Can only rely on other methods to become stronger. "

"The belief and worship of the ancestor of vampires?" Chen Feng asked in surprise: "Isn't this the same as believing in gods?"

An Qi: "That's why there are so many legends about gods."

Chen Feng nodded slightly.

He now also feels that those so-called powerful gods are nothing but powerful practitioners.

This is the case in the East, and it may be the case in the West.

What god, what angel, but a powerful practitioner.

When you are strong enough, there will naturally be someone who will be loyal to you and become your horse boy, willing to do anything for you, as long as you give him certain benefits.

He can also compile a whole book of 703 teachings for you, create a sect in your name, and hold you to the position of a god.

The so-called gods may have been created in this way.

Chen Feng shook his head, putting these thoughts aside.

These are still a little far away from him now.

Chen Feng: "No matter what, the lifespan of vampires is much longer than that of ordinary people. When I meet vampires in the future, I will harvest their lifespan first, and then use their bodies as scapegoats."

Angie: "Those vampires will fight you hard."

Chen Feng: "I've already killed two vampire dukes, and they're a man and a woman. They have the marks of killing vampires on their bodies. Are you still afraid of them?"

An Qi was startled: "That's right, you and the vampire are lifelong enemies, I'm really afraid that one day, you will die at the hands of the vampire."

Chen Feng: "Maybe they all died at my hands."

An Qi curled her lips noncommittally, but didn't answer the words.

Chen Feng: "By the way, I have to do another experiment."

Chen Feng grabbed the air in front of him again.

This time, there was some black mist in his hand.

This is the authentic breath of death, the breath of death that has not been diluted by time and space fragments.

Such a small amount of death breath couldn't hurt Chen Feng, it was condensed in his hand, and he grabbed the death scythe in his hand again. .