"Uncle, who are you?"

Huo Lin almost blurted out this sentence, but in the end he swallowed the words back.

Because he discovered that the guy in front of him had only used two fingers to block his punch.

Although Huolin knew that he had not used much strength to this vulnerable mortal, it was not a trick that could be easily resolved with just two fingers.

Unless, the other party is also a true immortal, and he is a martial arts immortal with a cultivation level above himself.

"You want to get involved in this matter?" Huo Lin was a little puzzled. Why did the true immortal in front of him want to protect this mortal who only knows how to smell bad, but also overestimate his ability to fight against all the monks alone?

"Is it him?"

Apart from Holin, the first person to react was Ramdo.

In the past, he was almost completely destroyed by Bai Mo. With the deep hatred bonus, Ramdo was naturally the first person to recognize Bai Ying's identity.

"Why is it him..."

Next are the projected four sacred beasts, the old boss who has been in the past hundred years, and the "Dao of Heaven" that lies across their heads, and the aura that turns into ashes can be recognized.

Even after several years of freedom, when I saw the figure again, my body's instinct was still a little uncomfortable.

"Yes." Bai Mo's answer was extremely concise.

"Why?"

"This person is useful to me."

"it works?"

Before Huolin finished speaking, a silver-white high-energy laser suddenly appeared from the void.

It just landed at the position where Wu Ling was resurrected, and the violent heat evaporated him in an instant.

Now, even the flesh and blood tissue turned into a wisp of blue smoke and there was nowhere to be found.

...

Following the source of power, Bai Mo saw the person who was using the black hand. It was Ramdo.

"I will destroy what you want." He showed a twisted smile.

“…”

Before Wu Ling could come back to his senses from his confusion, he was killed by the attack of light again.

After all, the gap between mortals and true immortals is so big that it is difficult to compare. With the body of mortals, they can fight against immortals who have not become serious for more than one round and have not died. This is worth his ten lifetimes of praising him.

In addition to power, a very important point in the gap between immortals and mortals is actually the difference in perception of time.

For serious immortals, one second is already a very long concept, enough for them to fly dozens or even hundreds of kilometers, or take action a thousand or eight hundred times.

But in the eyes of ordinary people, even the deep breathing before preparing for the battle is not enough.

Both do not live in the same time dimension at all.

...

"It's already very far from the sun. Now, no matter how strong you are, the clone that can project over is only at the same level as me."

After the sneak attack and killing Wu Ling, Ramdo also mocked him.

"Then I'll create it again."

Seeing Wu Ling being whipped again by the resurrected body, Bai Mo didn't feel much, but just pointed at Wu Ling being laser-enhancing.

A few wisps of blue smoke remaining on the scene began to entangle and rotate in this finger, like a creation in the void, and once again "sculpted" Wu Ling's body.

"Can the dead still be resurrected?"

Ramdo was a little puzzled. He was sure that the light emitted by his sneak attack had completely wiped out all the vitality of the mortal.

In addition to the simple physical destructive power, the laser also contains more than sixty curses, which basically block all the paths of false death and reincarnation. Not to mention a mortal or a sixth-level monk, it is absolutely unlucky to eat this attack.

In order to get angry with Bai Mo, he put down his face and used sneak attacks to deal with a mortal, but he did not expect that he would not succeed.

"What's wrong with me?" Wu Ling, who was resurrected again, finally had the opportunity to think about his situation.

Just now, Huolin killed him too quickly, and his nerves didn't even have the chance to transmit pain signals to the brain, and the whole body had already exploded into a molecular state.

The last memory left to him was nothing but darkness in front of him.

Then Bai Mo resurrected Wu Ling. As soon as he opened his eyes, he wanted to see what was going on with the "blackness in front of him" just now, Ramdo's sneak attack had already arrived.

Like Huolin's attack, Ramdo's laser fired his brain to ashes when Wu Ling's pain signal was transmitted to his brain, so he could only feel the blackness in front of him again.

"Can you resurrect the dead?" Huo Lin's eyes suddenly became eager when he looked at Bai Mo.

"Your family has been dead for too long." Bai Mo immediately guessed what he thought. Huolin wanted to ask himself if it was possible to resurrect his family members who were killed by the demon clan.

“…”

"Can you teach me? I will exchange something that will move you." A ghostly figure appeared quietly behind Bai Mo.

That is the ghost immortal in the federal speaker's camp.

"Same for me!"

A true immortal with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a twisted muscles and a hair full of hair, was also attracted by this resurrection technique and appeared from the void.

"Tianshaxing?" Kirkov recognized the other party, Tianshaxing Yupo, a hard-working immortal who did not care about the world. He did not stand on either side in this federal battle.

Yupo is extremely self-centered and only reacts to things he is interested in. No matter how much people shout, he almost turns a deaf ear to him.

"There is nothing to teach, this is not spiritual art." Bai Mo rejected the good intentions of the two.

"If it's not spiritual art, then what is it?"

After so many years of war, everyone has relatives and friends who have died early, and the attraction of the resurrection technique to them is unimaginable.

"It's just the instinct of the eighth-level true immortal."

"Is it possible that the resurrection of others is also a talented spell that you inspire?" Huolin continued to ask.

"If the eighth-level true immortal exists, he will passively assimilate and infect all people and things around him. So rather than saying that you are killing this little guy Wu Ling, it is better to say that you are killing me." Bai Mo's explanation made everyone shudder.

"He was right. There was indeed a power that moistened things silently like sunlight that wanted to penetrate, but it was too weak and was directly ignored by us."

"If you stand by me for 1,453 years, you will be assimilated into my thoughts like him. Or, it is a self-conscious thought."

"Demon?"

“…”

"Are you fooling me?" Ramdo, who was angrily deceived, lost face, seemed to be almost unable to hold back the golden light on his fist.

"Wuling is indeed useful to me, but unfortunately he was Wu Ling who had never died once."

The fate of a person will disappear.

As a tool man, when Wu Ling was killed for the first time, the huge fortune attached to him had already dissipated like a wind and clouds, and he took the initiative to find a new host.

Therefore, he was unable to mobilize his luck and stimulate the Dharma-Ending Realm.

This was discovered by Bai Mo when he resurrected him for the second time.
Chapter completed!