A genius remembers it in one second.

The body-taking of the wandering soul is ultimately limited to the rules, and the body-taking can only be carried out once. It also proves that after the latter monk's soul is taken over, even if he is still him in subjective consciousness, he occupies the initiative of his body and can control his own thinking, he still cannot change the fact that he is taken over. [】

The last survivor and Zhang Xiaohan saw all this together. He was lucky, and at the same time, he was in a heavier mood because of what he saw.

The wandering soul does not kill one monk, but can kill two. When it cannot control the monk, but for the entire Xiaxian Realm, this is still slightly better news.

"If you were the controller of Xiaxian Realm, what would you do?" Zhang Xiaohan asked after Jian Yu came back to learn everything.

"I am not the controller of Xiaxian Realm, and there are many things you and I don't know about Xiaxian Realm. The battlefield outside the domain has existed for many years, and soul power is the collection of military achievements. Where you and I don't know, soul power is also used. All of this affects my judgment, so I can't give you the answer you hope for." The simple tone made Zhang Xiaohan very unfamiliar.

It was not the boy who first met, nor the coldness of the great power when he was in control, nor the simplicity of the gentleness of the simplicity of the people who came from the West Sea in a flying boat for half a year. Standing in front of her was a cold monk who could not see any feelings.

"What do I hope?" Zhang Xiaohan asked subconsciously, but immediately regretted it. "I mean, after all, you have been in charge of the West Sea for many years and have truly stood at a high position. You can consider the overall situation."

"The overall situation is to sacrifice the interests of a small number of monks in exchange for more monks' survival, you have seen it." Simplicity refers to the experiment they did before, his and hers.

This is not the answer Zhang Xiaohan wants, but she doesn't know how to continue. She and Jian Yue have never discussed it so seriously.

This is not the discussion she hoped for. Not meeting each other for nearly ten thousand years has made them unfamiliar with each other.

"Kill all the monks who were taken over? Maybe there is another way. Who controls these wandering souls and where do they come from?" Zhang Xiaohan frowned slightly.

"This is what the superiors should consider." Jian Yu said lightly, "Ordinary monks will only think of self-rescue. Soon, a more cruel side will appear on the battlefield outside the domain. Someone will do what we just did."

"Jianyu, why don't you ask me what happened?" Zhang Xiaohan suddenly said impulsively.

"Do you want to say it?" Jian Yu said slowly, looking into Zhang Xiaohan's eyes.

Zhang Xiaohan quickly shook his head and turned his gaze away. Looking at the endless darkness, she had already passed the age of confiding and had lost the desire to confiding. There were too many things that had happened to her, so many memories became a burden. She thought she would lose the desire to tell these things forever, not only for simplicity, but also all the monks she had once been familiar with.

"But let's discuss it and understand the status and strength of you and I in the Xiaxian Realm - I am still very curious about the battlefield outside the domain, and I am also very curious about the soul power of the wandering soul." Jian Yu tried to change his relaxed tone.

"How to say, my identity?" Zhang Xiaohan was a little confused when talking about his identity, "Demigod? Soul cultivator? It seems that the magic power I have is not the same as identity. The underworld, simple, you know the underworld, where the soul should go after the fall of the monks in the five realms."

Jian nodded, "In ancient times, monks were not afraid of falling because of the existence of the underworld, and the soul could be reborn. Although they no longer had memories of their previous lives, in a sense, this was also eternal life."

"Yes, I can go to and from the underworld freely, decide whether a soul can be reborn, or even decide who is Pluto - I have done all of these, but I have not had the feeling of dominating the underworld. The power is in my hands, and I can exercise this power at will, but I have never really controlled the power, so I don't feel whether I have a higher identity than Pluto."

Jian Yu opened his eyes slightly widened. This was the first time Zhang Xiaohan told him about something he didn't understand.

"The domain lords of Xiaxian Realm believe that I am a soul cultivator who will bring disaster to the five realms. I originally sneered at this, but now I began to believe that if I didn't exist, at least there would be no change in Xiaxian Realm. Cultivators hunt wandering souls here to earn military merits, waiting for the battlefield outside the domain to disappear like when it suddenly appears. Some cultivators will fall and lose their spiritual consciousness. Everything may happen, but at least there will be no war between cultivators and monks, nor will they be taken over by alien races."

"So, soul cultivation is also one of my identities, and then it is strength. I spent eight thousand years of broken infant cultivation and re-cultivating to the late stage of Mahayana. After decades after ascension, I reached the current level of cultivation, the late stage of Daluo Jinxian, and I don't know what the strength I can use should be called. In the Xiaxian Realm, no cultivator can fight me. Is this considered an identity? In just a few decades, twenty years, twenty years, twenty years, and twenty years, I have completed things that other cultivators may not have done for 100,000 years. Is this considered identity or strength?"

Zhang Xiaohan sneered, but there was no smile in her eyes. "There were a pair of hands pushing all this, and he couldn't wait. He pushed everything that should have been completed in tens of thousands of years to happen within decades."

The simple eyes were shocked, this was the answer he had never thought of. He suddenly understood Zhang Xiaohan's changes. When he and anyone else saw it, apart from the eight thousand years of re-cultivation of the broken baby, Zhang Xiaohan actually only took less than two thousand years to complete the experience of other monks for more than 100,000 years, and she experienced more.

"What else?" Jian asked, his voice was still as indifferent as before, without any new emotions he had.

"There are too many. If the memories are long, there will be unproven things. As you can see, I am no longer the Zhang Xiaohan I used to be. To be precise, I have become the real boss Zhang." Zhang Xiaohan's voice was also indifferent and had little feelings. She began to get used to everything that the superiors should have, and the first thing she got used to was loneliness.

Therefore, the former emperors claimed to be alone, but just because they stood at that height, feelings became the most luxurious thing. It was not that there was no matching feelings, but that they could not have them.
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