Wrong hold? The fake daughter made her whole family famous by relying on metaphysics

Chapter 205 The Fallen God Part
Nie Qinhai had been sealed under the sea for thirty years, and his only contact with the outside world was through Black Crow Island. He was actually a little confused about where this woman came from, but he didn't think too much about it.

If this girl came to kill him, why did she let him out again?

That's why Nie Qinhai maintained a fearless attitude and didn't think Yu Qing would cause him any harm. He only let him out because he wanted something from him.

Yu Qing slowly raised the corners of his mouth, took half a step back, and turned his face slightly to avoid his hand.

I saw Nie Qinhai narrowing his eyes slightly and looking at her with a displeased look: "You are pretty good-looking, why not become a demon with me? Let's fight against the law of heaven, control the people, and stand at the top together!"

He arrogantly promoted his premeditation, as if he had already seen the scene.

Nie Qinhai is no longer the original Poseidon Nie Qinhai. He is more like a second personality that was split off due to being possessed by a demon. After all, he is not the same person.

Yu Qing lowered her eyes indifferently. The smooth pen tip was like a sharp knife, cutting through the pure white palm, and the blood flowed out with a faint golden light.

"Killing you only requires all the merit..."

She seemed to murmur something in a low voice, and then seemed to sigh.

Nie Qinhai was stunned for a moment, then seemed to realize something, his expression gradually turned stiff, and he looked at her with eyes full of anger and shock.

Sensing the powerful golden light of merit, he had no time to think and turned into a black mist. He subconsciously ran outside. A side of blue ripples appeared in front of his eyes. Nie Qinhai narrowed his eyes slightly and was hit back the next moment.

The black mist flew into the void and condensed into Nie Qinhai's figure again. His cold eyes were filled with strong murderous intent, staring at the girl below.

"Ignorant! You want to kill me... Let's see if you are qualified!"

Nie Qinhai condensed his hands into seals and used the moves of Poseidon.

Although he was possessed by the devil, the memory of Poseidon still existed, but now that Poseidon was sacrificing the last trace of the soul of the residual god to make the final killing move for Yu Qing, he was destined to be unable to defeat him.

The only one who can never be beaten is himself, and the only one who can never be killed is himself, so Poseidon's way is to sacrifice to the person chosen by heaven.

Use outsiders as a medium to kill the so-called self.

Yu Qing didn't seem to hear his words, and he entered another state, completely ignoring Nie Qinhai's existence, making him unable to get out, and it was as if he didn't exist.

More and more blood was flowing on the ground. She turned her fingers to her shoulders and pressed several acupuncture points. The blood flowed out faster from the wound.

Gradually, the blood formed thin lines on the ground, spread out in all directions, and gradually turned into several spells. Just halfway through, Nie Qinhai's attack fell on her.

A burst of golden light appeared, blocking the attack for her, but Nie Qinhai seemed to be running to die with her, and his killing moves became stronger each time.

Yu Qing held the brush tightly and dodged the last attack. Nie Qinhai turned into a ball of black mist and rushed towards her. Almost instantly, the girl was surrounded by black mist.

There was a black fog in his eyes, and Nie Qinhai's body was hidden in it. He couldn't find the exact direction. He would take advantage of the girl's turn to launch a sharp attack.

Soon there were several more scratches on Yu Qing's body, but they were not very obvious because of his black clothes, and his long black hair swayed in the wind behind him. More and more blood dripped from his fingertips, rushing toward the spell.

In the dark mist, Nie Qinhai noticed that scene, his face changed slightly, and then he laughed wildly: "You are too naive to want to kill me in this way."

The black mist has the ability to swallow blood, but the blood contains the golden light of merit. The possessed man cannot suck it, but it can change the flow of the blood.

As long as the spell is not formed, he will not enter the formation.

Yu Qing didn't say a word from beginning to end. He just stood there silently. With a flick of his wrist, the brush in his hand came out and turned into a stream of light, piercing the black mist and piercing Nie Qinhai's shoulder. Hearing a sting, he changed direction.

Nie Qinhai stepped aside with an ugly expression, looking at the girl shrouded in black mist, he wished he could skin her and make a human skin drum for fun!

If he hadn't dodged in time, the brush would have pierced his heart instead of his shoulder. The Poseidon's heart in his heart was no longer the pure blue it was before, but was half swallowed by darkness.

Nie Qinhai rose into the air, and a sickle-like weapon appeared in his hand, half black and half blue, like a beautiful blue ice sculpture with a bucket of black paint poured on it.

The brush seemed to have a built-in tracking function. It turned around and came straight towards his heart again.

Nie Qinhai slowly raised his hand, swung out with his body, and resolved the murderous horror. He cut the brush into two halves. The broken brush fell to the ground with a mournful cry, dimly lit.

Nie Qinhai sneered, then swung the sickle down, and the dazzling sword light shot up like a brilliant black dragon, opening its mouth and pressing down toward the ground with endless pressure and murderous intent.

Yu Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, tapped his toes, and jumped out of the black mist to avoid the attack. However, he was still swept by the black dragon's tail, and his whole body was knocked away and hit the wall.

She turned around and fell to the ground. She stood with her hands on the stone wall. She felt a sweet taste welling up in her throat, and a little blood spilled from the corners of her lips.

Despite this, her expression remained indifferent and her steps seemed to stagger, but in just a moment, she had arrived at Nie Qinhai's side, and before he could react, her hands had already clasped his neck.

Nie Qinhai's next move was even more vicious. His hands turned into claws and grabbed one of her arms. His nails dug deeply into her flesh, but he didn't let out a single cry of pain.

The two of them started fighting at close range in the void. Half a minute later, they suddenly separated, with a distance of two meters between them.

Yu Qing's injuries seemed to be much more serious than Nie Qinhai's. A slight smile appeared on her lips, but it was a cold determination. The broken brush on the ground trembled faintly, merged into one again, and returned to her hand. .

The bleeding wounds on Nie Qinhai's body gradually healed. He walked closer to the girl, stared at her coldly, and laughed: "With your ability, it would be too fanciful to want to kill me."

"You'll know if you try it." She suddenly laughed.

Yu Qing never showed a look of fear from beginning to end. He tightened his brush and drew the spell again. Threads of red thread wrapped around Nie Qinhai's body.

Nie Qinhai, who watched the red line tightening and causing bleeding marks, raised his hand expressionlessly, and a divine power emerged from his palm, combining with the devilish energy.

"Fighting you is quite boring. It's time to end this."

Nie Qinhai lost his mind of teasing.