,Yaksha! In addition, the second professional Xiangzhou classmate who can be used by Liao Qiu Qi Dao became more prosperous in the future.

I originally wanted to ask for something else, but then I thought about it. You are all like treasure collectors, hiding your monthly tickets deeply. This monthly ticket is hidden deep enough.

: Seizing the Martial Saint's Body, Ghosts Have No Appearance

It was the first time in his life to seize the Martial Saint's house. Zuo Wuzhou's concentration gradually made Lin Xiyang confused and terrified.

Burning soul incense, pulling soul silk, Jiuyin silkworms, etc. were all arranged one after another. The more uneasy Lin Xiyang became, the more haggard he looked, and he shouted: "Zuo Wuzhou, what on earth do you want to do to me? Don't do it.

Forgot, I am from Huntian Sect

The soul-burning incense was smoked and ignited. This soul-burning incense was no longer the same one back then. It was taken from the treasure. It was the best soul-burning incense. The power of the soul-burning incense made Lin Xiyang paralyzed and weak.

He regained his consciousness and became even more trembling: "What does he want!"

After a long moment of silence, he pulled Qiu Qidao out of the Nine Netherwood. He concentrated his soul power into one and wrapped Qiu Qidao, lest his soul disappear as soon as it appeared.

When the soul of life first emerged from Jiuyou Wood, it was confused for a moment: "I'm not dead? I'm not dead? Haha, I can study again."

"You are dead, but as long as I help you, you can take over your life." Zuo Wuzhou didn't waste much time. He simply said bluntly: "But I have only one request, you must obey me."

"Unexpectedly, Qiu Qidao is easier to deal with than I thought."

Zuo Wuzhou was speechless. Jin Yan once said that Qiu Qidao's temper seemed to be fruitless. After talking to Qiu Qidao this time, Qiu Qidao knew that he could seize the opportunity to live a heavy life. He was overjoyed and only asked him and "Yuan Yigu"

relationship, so I agreed.

As everyone knows, Qiu Qidao is a genius. Geniuses often have some weird tempers. This Qiu Qidao is a fanatical monk. Focusing on this way, his temper can be good or good, which is normal. His temper can be bad or bad, which is abnormal.

Normally, Qiu Qidao's bad temper would come out if he disturbed Qiu Qidao's ideas and experiments.

Qiu Qidao was much older than Jin Yan. It was normal for Jin Yan to only know the general outline but not the details. In more modern terms, Qiu Qidao was a scientist who was obsessed with scientific research, unreasonable and had a weird temper.

Youqiu Qidao happily agreed, thinking back to Yasha back then. Zuo Wuzhou laughed again. A hint of warmth came to his mind: "If I hadn't been able to control him back then, Yasha would have rebelled. Now, although Yasha's cultivation is poor, he is already me

One of the most trustworthy people around me.”

At that time, Yasha had imagined Zuo Wuzhou's future. Even if he thought about the big picture, he never imagined that he would become a martial artist before he was forty years old. He had been fighting with Zuo Wuzhou for several years. It was not easy to finally be convinced.

Yasha was the first one to seek refuge with Zuo Wuzhou. Zuo Wuzhou was the first one of his own. Regardless of his level of cultivation, his status in Zuo Wuzhou's heart was definitely very different. This was probably what Yasha had done back then.

Unexpected.

The scene in front of him was so weird that Lin Xiyang felt secretly uneasy.

When the body snatching started, Lin Xiyang shuddered in the weirdness, vaguely guessing something. When the soul-pulling net was put on his body, it was deeply embedded in his body, and the terrifying soul-pulling wires desperately pulled out his soul.

At this time, Lin Xiyang almost cried out: "What is this?"

It was so weird that even with Martial Saint Lin Xiyang's eyes, he couldn't see what he was doing. He had never thought about seizing the body. For a soul monk, it had never happened before.

Such things.

"If I had known better, I would not have provoked this person. How could this person have such weird and secret skills?" Lin Xiyang wanted to cry but had no tears. As a member of the Hun Tian Sect, he had never thought in his life that someone would dare to treat Hun like this.

Tianzong.

Talking about other things, he was originally a martial saint who was proud to be the pinnacle of the world, and a man of extraordinary talent. He was in the world, and he did not dare to say that he was invincible, but it was indeed difficult to encounter an opponent. He was a first-class romantic figure. But he fell into a bad situation.

In the hands of a famous martial artist, it turns out that this martial artist doesn't have the slightest respect for him, so he cuts off his flesh whenever he wants.

"What I did caused me to suffer greatly. Lin Xiyang felt that his life soul was in great pain. Being torn apart crazily by the soul pulling net, his mind became clearer: "This madman, this madman, what does he want?"

Lin Xiyang thought that no matter what happened to Zuo Wuzhou, he always had some plans for him, so he asked Gu Xuan to capture him. No matter what, he should at least ask about Hun Tianzong.

However, Zuo Wuzhou had a straightforward mind and simply had a grudge against the Huntian Sect. It made no difference whether he asked or not. He brought Lin Xiyang here for more than a month and he didn't even ask a single question.

How could Lin Xiyang not be panicked?

To put it bluntly, he is a Martial Saint, one of the strongest in the world. No matter what happens, he should not be treated like this.

It is true that if Lin Xiyang falls into the hands of others, they will probably ask about the secrets of Hun Tianzong, and most likely they will hold him hostage until the Hun Tianzong interrogates him in order to save his life. This kind of approach is really common sense.

Unfortunately, Zuo Wuzhou has never had these thoughts. No matter what the Hun Tianzong asks him to do, he will fight all over the world with his fists. Whether it is life or death, he only wants to be happy.

Taking hostages? Wu Sheng? So what.

Lin Xiyang just wanted to kill him head-on. He shuddered and thought: "There are always so many geniuses in this world, how come there are such monsters with such iron hearts? How come there are such people who dare to kill the Martial Saint, dare to follow

The Martial Emperor fighting against the Martial Saint."

Lin Xiyang has lived his whole life and has seen many powerful martial arts masters. He has seen many who possess super-soul combat skills. He has also seen some who are more powerful than Zuo Wuzhou Youzi. But, looking at the world, there is no one who can do anything.

There is such courage as Zuo Wuzhou.

"My heart is as hard as stone, my heart is as hard as stone." Lin Xiyang was in pain: "How dare he, how could he be so cruel. How could I be so unlucky to fall into the hands of this cruel person?

At this moment, I realized that the feeling of falling into Zuo Wuzhou's hands was really worse than death.

"You are indeed worthy of being a Martial Saint. You have cultivated the fake soul into a real soul. It is extremely difficult to survive."

After trying it for a while, Zuo Wuzhou realized that the Martial Saint's soul and the Life Soul were incredibly close. He resolutely paused and thought to himself: "Martial Saint has already cultivated into a true soul. It is difficult. It does not mean that he cannot capture it.

Abandon."

From the skills left by Zhong Ziyu, Zuo Wuzhou can detect that the "perfect person" born in the world of immortality will still be taken away from him, no matter how high his cultivation level is. It is possible. Although the path taken by the soul cultivator is

Different, but similar in nature.

"Look at the scene, the reason why I can't take it away is because I don't have enough cultivation. Just like what Senior Zhong said in the exercises, the key to seizing the body is to devour each other's souls. The strong will defeat the weak. It is inevitable." Zuo Wuzhou emphasized.

After thinking about it again and again, I felt happy: "I have it."

"Fat-headed silkworm, come here." Zuo Wuzhou waved slightly. Jiuyin silkworm flew over and said, "Please wait a moment and cooperate with spinning silk."

After giving Qiu Qidao a few more words of advice, Zuo Wuzhou calmed down his mind and began to seize the body again.

The soul-pulling net was about to move, and the soul power was abundant to the extreme. However, it was difficult to shake Lin Xiyang's life soul. Zuo Wuzhou was not surprised but rejoiced: "Sure enough, the cultivation level is too different, so it is difficult to shake his life."

soul."

With the help of his spiritual thoughts, the fat-headed silkworm became extremely excited. He swallowed a few mouthfuls, and immediately shot out many soul threads that sank into Lin Xiyang's body.

With the help of the fat-headed silkworm, Lin Xiyang's life and soul were lifted a lot.

Zuo Wuzhou's eyes flashed, and suddenly it was like a divine light shining brightly. Lin Xiyang's life and soul suddenly felt like a heavy blow. He suddenly felt like he was mentally suffocated and confused.

At this moment, Qiu Qidao was gnawing at Lin Xiyang's meridians and soul apertures with the small part of the "spiritual art" taught by Zuo Wuzhou.

At this moment, Zuo Wuzhou and Fat-headed Silkworm exerted their strength again and pulled out a lot of Lin Xiyang's soul.

After doing this for several times, Lin Xiyang vaguely understood, and was horrified: "He wants to seize the body. Seize the body!"

"How can Zuo Wuzhou's life soul be so powerful?" Lin Xiyang panicked: "Impossible, his life soul is simply much stronger than mine, how is this possible?"

If your cultivation level is fake, your life soul cannot be faked. The more powerful you are, the more powerful you are. Unexpectedly, Zuo Wuzhou’s life soul is far stronger than Wu Sheng. The fault is not that your cultivation level is too poor, it is comparable to

This is more powerful.

Even if Lin Xiyang died, he would never be able to figure out how a Martial Master's soul could be more powerful than a Martial Saint.

After all, the Martial Saint is extremely closely integrated with the soul, almost perfectly.

In such a preparation, Zuo Wuzhou really used all his strength to make use of everything. Finally, he finally pulled out Lin Xiyang's soul bit by bit.

In the past, it only took a day and a half to seize the body. This time, it took a full seven days and seven nights, and countless replenishing liquids to persevere.

It can be seen how difficult it is to pull out the soul of the Martial Saint. No matter how difficult this process is, I finally got through it.

After finishing the job, Zuo Wuzhou wrapped Lin Xiyang's life soul. He was sweating profusely: "Martial Saint is really amazing, it actually took seven days and seven nights to complete it. It seems that the difference in cultivation level is too big in the matter of seizing the body. That is almost

There’s no way it will work.”

If it weren't for Zuo Wuzhou's extremely powerful life soul and his repeated attacks on Lin Xiyang, this time it would never have been possible.

Because the difference in cultivation is too big, there is no way to shake his soul.

Wait for Qiu Qidao to be digested and connected in Lin Xiyang's body on its own.

The fat-headed silkworm suddenly started flying, squeaking and chirping for a long time. Then it lay softly in Zuo Wuzhou's hand, very anxiously, and slowly spun silk into a cocoon shape. Wrapping it up. The white and fat little silkworm

A faint shimmer suddenly filled his body, and his breath was chaotic.

Zuo Wuzhou sensed it and was shocked: "Hey, the fat-headed silkworm is about to break through? Could it be that it wants me to help it?"

After calming down and thinking about it for a while, Zuo Wuzhou remained silent, his eyes filled with joy. He remembered that it was precisely because of the gray fog that the fat-headed silkworm followed him, and he immediately showed his face. He urged the gray fog in his soul aperture: "Fat-headed silkworm, don't

Hurry, make a breakthrough."

The gray mist is the body of chaos, from the yin to the yang of heaven and earth. It is definitely not comparable to ordinary people. This fat-headed silkworm likes yin, and it is because of this gray mist that it takes the initiative to follow Zuo Wuzhou. This chaotic gray mist.

The benefits to fat-headed silkworms are absolutely huge.

Since becoming a martial artist, Hui Ji has been able to force himself out of the body. This time, it is not difficult to feed fat-headed silkworms, but it is a little more strenuous.

After waiting for a while, the fat-headed silkworm eagerly absorbed the yin in the gray mist, and there was a faint connection between the hearts, and the joy in the fat-headed silkworm's heart could be detected. The fat-headed silkworm drank for a long time, and gradually wrapped itself in a cocoon.

The fat-headed silkworm was no longer fetching, and fell into a deep sleep in its cocoon. Zuo Wuzhou looked at himself and secretly wondered: "The fat-headed silkworm has absorbed a lot, so how come the total amount of gray fog has not changed?"

After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't figure it out, so I ignored it for the time being. I was about to let Lin Xiyang go and wait for him to die on his own. With a thought, I sensed Lin Xiyang's hasty voice: "Zuo Wuyu, Zuo Wuzhou,

Don't. Don't kill me. As long as you don't take my life, you can do anything you want me to do."

Zuo Wuzhou has never asked about the Huntian Sect. But one of them is simply making enemies, and there is not much difference between asking and not asking. For the two, he expects that asking Wu Sheng will probably be fruitless.
To be continued...