The old man laughed and seemed extremely proud, because when he rushed into Chu Yu's sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, he realized that he had underestimated this little thing.

"A little emperor actually has such a vast sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, comparable to a saint, but he doesn't know how to use it. Hahaha, I thought it would take many years to re-return to the holy realm after taking over your body. Now... it doesn't take a few years to become a brand new saint again. Then, you can start a brand new life!"

The old man was so happy that he was about to faint. It was such an unimaginable wealth that he was even so excited that he couldn't believe it was true.

At this moment, he was laughing wildly in Chu Yu's sea of ​​spiritual consciousness.

As for Chu Yu's little soul power, he didn't even see it.

What does the emperor fight against the saint?

If a powerful True Lord can kill the God, and a powerful God can kill the Emperor, he believes.

Because he had seen such a stunning genius with his own eyes back then.

But if the emperor could kill a saint, he would not believe it even if he was beaten to death.

What a joke?

The saint and the emperor seem to be one level apart, but in fact there is a world of difference.

That is a real natural chasm. Under this vast starry sky, there are more than one million creatures?

But there are very few people who can truly enter the holy realm.

An ancient tribe with a population of hundreds or hundreds of billions of people can only produce dozens of saints at most.

What is the probability?

But there are many monks under the saints, such as Emperors and Gods.

"In the future, I will accept everything about you. A such a stunning boy must have the greatest luck. Don't worry, I will definitely carry forward your body and live a prosperous life for you!"

The old man's powerful soul was laughing wildly.

"Old turtle, are you so sure you will definitely win?"

Chu Yu's soul said quietly. At this moment, he already knew what he wanted to do with his eyes raised between his eyebrows.

"Little guy, at this time, you can still maintain a calm heart. To be honest, I admire you a little. Even my bravest subordinates back then would be scared to death when they encountered such a thing, but you can still talk to me so calmly. I have to say that your mentality is indeed strong enough, and I am a little reluctant to kill you. Otherwise, what if I give you the body of a saint?"

The old man laughed wildly: "But before that, I must brand your soul."

"Wouldn't that be true of a puppet?" Chu Yu said lightly: "I don't like being a puppet."

"Satisfied! At least he is a thoughtful puppet, and he also got a saint's body for no reason." The old man sneered: "What else do you have to worry about?"

"In theory, I should be content. However, I like to occupy my own body more. As for your body, just like you said, it's better to be a puppet for me. It just so happens that you have a grudge against the Ji royal family. I believe you won't have any objection to using him to do something bad."

Chu Yu said.

"I really don't know how to live or die. Since that's the case, you'll die completely!" The old man said, and his entire soul rushed towards Chu Yu's soul.

It's like a hungry tiger rushing to eat.

The soul of the saint is indeed powerful enough to be unimaginable.

In Chu Yu's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, lightning and thunder were like the arrival of heavenly tribulation, as if the end of the world was coming.

"Isn't you going to do it?" Chu Yu shouted.

The eyes on the eyebrows are purely just wanting to eat people!

Damn it, Chu Yu, the ancestor of this metal ball, can't figure out its origin until today, only knows that it is so powerful that it is unimaginably powerful.

Back then, in the immortal refining land, he had a life of death. If it weren't for the drop of essence and blood flying out of the metal ball and reshaping his body, Chu Yu would have long been gone in this world.

So Chu Yu believes in it and will never harm himself at any time.

The old man laughed wildly and said, "It's still dreaming in the daytime?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man suddenly let out a strange cry: "Not good!"

What is joy that leads to sorrow?

The old man is now.

At the moment when he was extremely ecstatic, the god of death came without warning.

An unparalleled power suddenly burst out from somewhere, turning into a chain of order, like a dragon, directly locking the old man's soul.

The chain was boundless and endless, stretched out from somewhere. After locking the old man's soul, it began to gather.

The powerful man in the realm of a saint had no ability to resist under the bondage of this chain. He could only let out a terrifying howl: "What the hell is this? Let me go... I am a saint of the world, how dare you catch me?"

Click!

A sound of bone shattering sounded.

The chain was tightened a little, and it tied up the old man's soul, but it made a sound of bone shattering.

This is the bone of the soul that was broken, and this kind of injury is much more terrifying than physical injuries.

The old man let out a shrill scream and couldn't help but start begging.

The chains were silent and continued to pull him and fly in one direction.

"What a courageous beast, you dare to treat me like this. There is a sleeping soul in my saint's body. I have hundreds of backs in this soul-suppressing place. If you don't let me go quickly, you will definitely regret being born in this world!"

"Little brother, I was wrong. I really knew I was wrong. I will never dare to do this again. You have a lot of sir, so don't be as knowledgeable as me, an old turtle?"

"Ahhhhh, you vicious little beast, are destined to die a bad death!"

"Grandpa, old... I was wrong, I really knew I was wrong. I have committed countless sins in my life and my hands are full of blood. Can I give me a decent way of death? For example, how about beheading me?"

"Little thing, even if I go to hell... I will not let you go... I will turn into a ghost and will take your life!"

Seeing that begging was useless, the old man started to scold, threaten, and beg...

Until he was pulled into Chu Yu's eyes, all the noise came to an abrupt end.

Chu Yu was not born throughout the whole process, but just watched silently as the old man's saint's soul was pulled into the middle of his eyebrows and held his eyes open, and he was silent for him in his heart.

It's really unlucky. If you change someone, this old turtle will definitely succeed.

Unfortunately, he met the more perverted... Qiong Ye.

The next moment, Chu Yu felt a clear feeling coming from his eyebrows.

He was slightly stunned. That was the entire experience of the old star pirate from an unknown little monk to entering the holy realm!

There is no power of soul, nor any other rare and unique skills.

The only thing that raised his eyebrows and gave back to Chu Yu was the only one monk's full insights from weak to strong.

And this... is the real priceless treasure!

Chu Yu even knew the intention of doing this with his eyes raised between his eyebrows.

It does not want to learn any martial arts of this old robber, nor does it even want to take the old robber's path, although that will help him avoid many detours.

But that is the way for others after all.

Show him all the old guy’s insights is just to give him more knowledge.

Compared to the monkey I once worshipped, my eyebrows were raised... I looked more like his teacher.

Chu Yu had a split headache.

Even if his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness is powerful, if the soul of a saint breaks in unscrupulously, it will still leave some sequelae.

But it doesn't matter. For Chu Yu's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, this is not a great trauma. You will get better after a few days of rest.

Chu Yu stood up and ran the Heaven-killing Heart Technique. After recuperation for a while, the headache felt a little relieved.

He came to Qing'er's side, and at this time, Qing'er suddenly woke up slowly.

Seeing Chu Yu in front of him, Qing'er even thought about it and bombarded it with one blow.

Thanks to Chu Yu's thoughts on this, he made preparations in advance, activated the rapid magic power to the extreme, and flashed through Qing'er's attack.

Before Qing'er's next attack came, Chu Yu hurriedly sent out a wave of divine thoughts: "Qing'er, it's me..."

Qing'er's attack stayed in her hand, and the terrifying energy was unstable. Then she looked at him with a suspicion.

"It's really me." Chu Yu said.

"How do I know if it's you? What if you are the old turtleman who succeeds in taking over the body, read all his memories, and then come to lie to me, what should I do? So, how do I believe you?"

Qing'er looked at Chu Yu with cold eyes.

Chu Yu was slightly stunned, then smiled bitterly, "This is a bit difficult. According to your words, even if I tell you all the experiences we have known each other since then, you may not believe me."

"Not bad." Qing'er looked at Chu Yu coldly.

"Since that's the case, then you can leave. The next thing happens is not something you can participate in." Chu Yu said with a smile: "Didn't the old turtle want to possess you? I don't have this idea."

"Ah?" Qing'er was stunned on the spot, then looked at Chu Yu with shame and anger: "I am a demon, but I don't like your Master Chu's eyes? Just leave! Do you think I'm not interested?"

As he said that, his figure flashed and he left without hesitation.

Chu Yu was left alone and stood there stupidly for a long time, scratching his head: "Why do you get angry if you say it? It was the person you said that you couldn't have any feelings for the demon..."

Qing'er was gone at this time. Although Chu Yu felt a little disappointed, he felt relieved even more.
To be continued...