Sanmu's soul suffered an unprecedented heavy blow. The resentment of the resentment is a special negative energy and has great lethality to any soul. Resentment can impact the soul at a very low level, the soul body will be turbulent and defeated, and the soul will be scattered even if Sanmu's soul is in the demon

It is useless to have a high-level soul. Sanmu's soul is not afraid of the impact of ten or hundreds of resentful spirits. A small amount of resentment is like being blown by a strong wind to Sanmu. The body may be blown to the east and west, but it will not cause substantial damage.

The problem is that there are too many resentful spirits. They gather sand to form towers, and water droplets pass through stones. When the number reaches an extreme, it is enough to cause qualitative change. When the strong wind turns into strong winds, when the strong wind turns into a hurricane that destroys the world, anyone will appear under such great power as heaven and earth.

Small.

Sanmu's soul body seemed to have been ravaged by a hurricane like a knife. The dense and tiny wounds cut the surface of his soul away from no complete place, like a piece of tattered cotton wool that exposed the white soul matter inside.

Sanmu hurriedly retreated from Yan Zheng's sea of ​​consciousness, his soul returned to his body, and the heavy wound on his soul was fed back on his body. The whole fish instantly became sluggish, like a Teddy who had been hollowed out of his body, with a decadent and weak visible to the naked eye.

A faint sense of death.

Sanmu's pair of fish eyes were wide open, as if they were about to jump out of their eye sockets, like a blue pearl the size of a fist hanging on the eyelids.

There was also an indescribable fear in his eyes when he looked at Yan Zheng. He could not imagine that such a destructive force would be hidden in Yan Zheng's body!

Not to mention how trembling the abyss is, the endless resentful spirits are a desperate force. His sea of ​​souls and the army of resentful spirits just now seemed so ridiculous, just as if the pond and the sea were not on the same level.

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Miki thought he could not control such a mighty power as the abyss, nor could he accommodate so many resentful spirits. How could Yan Zheng, an ordinary human, have these powers?

You can control such a great power as the abyss and accommodate many resentful souls as many as stars. The answer is about to emerge in Sanmu's mind - the underworld!

Apart from the legendary underworld, no other place has the strength to control the abyss and can accommodate endless resentful souls.

At this moment, Miki's hands and feet were cold and his eyes were black. He seemed to see an invisible vortex swallowing him, and the shadow of the underworld enveloped him.

The underworld had long expected that he would search Yan Zheng's soul and set up traps in advance to wait for him...

The underworld conspiracy theory became more and more intense in Sanmu's mind. Countless conspiracies passed through Sanmu's mind. Sanmu suddenly had soldiers, and it felt like countless eyes were staring at him in the dark. The owner of his eyes smiled grimly and showed his sharp fangs.

Now Miki is convinced that Yan Zheng's previous analysis was full of traps targeting him by the underworld, and he casually throws Yan Zheng aside. Miki disappears from the spot in a hurry. He wants to check the reality of the Congyu Restaurant and see.

Have the people from the weird management company stopped waiting for him?

As Sanmu left forefoot, the magic machine lurking around him immediately sent a message.

"Boss~Boss~Wake up, Yan Zheng~Yan Zheng~A beauty comes to you and says she wants to give birth to a monkey for you..."

Yan Zheng, who was sleeping, immediately jumped up from the ground without even opening his eyes, but he shouted anxiously: "Beauty~ Where are the beauty? Where are the beauty~"

The magic machine looked dark and replied with a smirk: "That beauty is called Miki Omori..."

Yan Zheng immediately saw Sanmu's body with only fish steak left. A pair of dead fish eyes glared at him, and suddenly woke up in an instant, shouting: "I'm not good at this, I will never sell my butt to live a secret life.

, You can kill me, but you must not insult me... I would rather die than obey!"

Yan Zheng's wielding pair of clamps gradually stopped, his terrified expression converged and a confused look appeared, and he concentrated on recalling the sound of his speech just now.

Yan Zheng was so angry that he sent a voice to the magic machine: "The soul is so faint! Magic machine, you dare to tease me, do you not want to live anymore?"

Magic Machine cut off with disdain and returned lazyly: "You sleep like a dead pig. If I don't say that, you will wake up!"

Yan Zheng's mouth twitched unnaturally a few times, ran to the plastic bag, opened the bag and exposed Xuan Ni and other fish inside, and said, "Let's find out! Whose is this? It's like a dead pig!"

There was a violent cough from the magic machine, and Yan Zheng smiled proudly from the corner of his mouth. Xiao Shao wanted to fight me with this skill!

After taking revenge on the magic machine, Yan Zheng finally remembered his situation and hurriedly looked for Sanmu's figure, raised his eyes and looked around, and the surroundings were empty.

Yan Zheng scratched his head and sent a message in confusion: "Where is the magic machine Sanmu? Where is Sanmu's go? Could it be that this grandson has changed the copy for me? Go and find out the situation, I want to see how this grandson is now.

What kind of fun will I do with you!"

The magic machine was speechless. After listening for a while, he replied in an uncertain tone: "Sanmu seems to have left, he is walking in a hurry, and throwing you away like throwing garbage..."

Yan Zheng blurted out in surprise.

"Go away!?"

After thinking about it, he added: "Why did he leave!"

Magic Machine: "I am not the worm in his belly, how do I know ~"

Yan Zheng's face was full of confusion. He touched his chin and thought for a while. Yan Zheng continued to ask, "Do you still remember what the expression on Sanmu's face when he left?"

The magic machine said intermittently while thinking: "He ~ his expression looked very panicked, as if he had remembered something extremely terrible, and his eyes were full of fear, oh by the way! Miki was not in a state at that time

It's so good, it's like being overindulgent, and I'm so embarrassed that I saw his trembling and his body swaying. His weak look was as if the wind was about to fall down as soon as the wind blew..."

Yan Zheng: "Are you sure he wasn't so scared that his legs were weak?"

Magic recalled a little and added again: "Maybe there is a scary factor, but it's not entirely. I can clearly feel that Sanmu's breath is a little disordered, and his strength seems to have dropped a lot. He gave me before.

It felt unfathomable, like a cloud of fog. It looked like he was all in chaos. The fog on Sanmu's body seemed to have been blown away just now. I could vaguely feel Senmu's true strength. He was as good as me at the level of the Ghost King, not only

In this way, Miki's strength has a slight downward trend, and this situation will only occur on seriously injured ghosts!"

“Huh?”

Yan Zheng made a sound in surprise, and the doubt in his heart drowned him like a tide. Sanmu was actually injured. In Sanmu's dream, who could hurt Sanmu? After thinking about it, Yan Zheng continued to ask: "Sanmu did it before."

What did you do!?”
Chapter completed!