Chapter 271 The sword returns to the dark world [Please vote for me at the end of the month]
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Xiang Zhiwen and the painting skin were pierced together, and almost at the same time, a sword light slashed down, and the painting skin, which had lost the support of the soul pill, was cut into two pieces. Its soul still wanted to escape from the body, but it seemed that there was an invisible layer
Cover it, making it difficult for it to fly.
Waiting for the sword light to rise again, but the painting skin with the soul pill showed amazing abilities between life and death. Even if it was suppressed by an inexplicable force, the absolute crushing of its own realm and the uniqueness of the soul body were still not a minor cultivator.
The sword can kill.
Painted Skin's ferocious aura flourished, its body was destroyed, and its years of hard work were all gone. Unknown external forces intervened, making it aware of the danger of its situation. Xiang Zhiwen's desperate counterattack was not surprising, but he suspected that there was
The Quanzhen Cultivator watched from the sidelines, but such a method was obviously not the sword cultivator's method, so he had to find a safe way to escape.
Jincheng will definitely not be able to go back. It has declared failure in lying down. Its current problem is to get rid of this layer of cover that is a great threat to the soul body. In the naked-soul state, it is difficult for it to function in it and it is difficult to move forward. Therefore, it needs another
A body is a temporary shelter, and we can talk about other things after rushing out.
It has set its target on the current body of Xiao Xiu, and there seems to be no second choice?
As a ghost king-level soul body equipped with soul pills, it is born with the ability to occupy the bodies of low-level humans. Under normal circumstances, doing so will not do it any good, because the mismatched body will hinder its strength and practice.
Restrictions, so it tries its best to choose a body like Zheng Shixie's who is not much different in realm, but it will never find a body like Xiao Xiu to ask for trouble.
But now, it has no other choice but to invade violently, use its body to escape, and then escape after getting out of the hole. As for this little repairman, the result of being so brutally tortured is nothing more than the same fate.
When it makes a decision, Hou Zi cannot stop it, and his sword cannot cause fatal damage to the painted skin soul. This is the essence of the powerlessness of the realm.
The painted skin transformed into a pure energy form, ignoring the long sword that passed through its body, and hit it upwards, straight into the depths of Hou Tzu's Purple Mansion...
This is a trick it is used to playing. There are two ways to invade the soul body. One is to enter the sea of consciousness, and the other is to enter the Zifu Abyss. Entering the sea of consciousness is to seize the body. After entering, there will be a struggle with the body consciousness, which will not waste time.
He said that it didn't want to take the body of such a low-level monk.
So we can only enter Zifuyuan. Although we can't control the monk's actions, there is nothing outsiders can do about it unless they completely destroy this small cultivator's Zifu. It is equivalent to a safe haven. You can stay here temporarily and hide.
That elusive master is what it fears the most right now.
The location of the human Zifu is very familiar to him, and the same is true for this one; as soon as the soul body collides, it goes to the underworld, the abyss of Zifu, where he can stay.
The next moment...well, this road seems a bit long?
To it, an ordinary person's Zifu is like a thin film, which will open upon impact and become a layer of mystery. However, this person's Zifu is twisted and twisted, but it seems that it has hit the wrong position and crashed into the nine twists and turns of the large and small intestines.
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It's endless, there's no end; the key is, it found that it couldn't control its soul body after it crashed in. There was a huge sucking force in front of it. Even if it wanted to withdraw now, it couldn't control itself at all.
involuntarily.
I began to feel fear in my heart, what kind of freak is this? The Zifu in his body is so magical; a little Lianqiao monk actually has power in his body that even the Soul Pill Ghost King can't break free from. Could it be that this is a reincarnated person?
But the rules of heaven have long prohibited reincarnation.
The more the painted-skin ghost ghost thought about it, the more frightened it became, but he couldn't struggle. This sucking power was simply not something it could resist.
Until, other souls appeared in the line of sight, swaying in groups of threes and twos, and some of them surrounded it with malicious intentions.
It is a true form of soul energy, with a conscious perception unique to the soul. When you look at these wandering ghosts, you feel a sense of powerlessness coming from deep within.
These things are not its baseless men in Ximeng Mountain. Most of them are the souls of mortal soldiers. The very few monk souls are mainly minor cultivators. There are very few who can reach the three realms of Tongtian during their lifetime. But
Here, it is the only soul elixir. The other soul bodies are all at least infant transformations, and no matter how high they are, they have that kind of unspeakable existence!
Where is this place? Hua Pi is sitting paralyzed on the ground, having long lost the consciousness to resist, because there are more than thousands of souls like this here?
Is this the Heavenly Palace of Souls? Then, who is that little repairman outside?
...Hou Zi patted his belly. This fool plunged into the whirlpool of his own purple house. He would never come out of it again in this life. Wait for him to kill it slowly, find it sooner or later, and then kill it alive!
When he rushed to Xiang Zhiwen, he was already dying. Even if he stuffed the most precious elixir in his body, it would not help.
The collapse of the Zi Mansion cannot be restored by human intervention.
The reason for enduring the grief and using up a bit of spiritual power was not to save others, but to know his last wish.
With his efforts, Xiang Zhiwen opened his eyes. Hou Zi didn't want him to waste time on boring things, so he whispered:
"Senior brother, the painted skin has been removed. Thanks to your haunting, otherwise I wouldn't have the chance to kill it."
Xiang Zhiwen was already half-conscious at this time and had no energy to consider whether he had really tripped the painting. But as long as the enemy was eliminated and his brothers were safe, the rest would not matter.
"The ghosts of Ximeng...cannot be slaughtered...this is an isolated grudge and should not be expanded...if I can hide it, report it to the sect and say that I failed to enter the realm and have nothing to do with others!"
Grudges can never be calculated clearly, and there is no measurable way to satisfy both parties. If you persist in this, it will never be possible unless one party is completely destroyed.
Will mankind be destroyed? No!
Human beings are immortal and ghosts are immortal!
Therefore, man and soul are in a state of twin coexistence, which will never change.
Slaughtering the ghosts of Ximeng can relieve one's anger for a while, but in the next period, another painting will appear, and there will be another unlucky Xiangzhiwen; this is why even if a disciple died during the trial on Ximeng Mountain,
, the reason why several forces failed to kill all the Ximeng ghosts.
Xiang Zhiwen was not worried that the Quanzhen Church would not do this, he was worried that his traveling brothers would do such meaningless things!
Hou Ting held his hand tightly and said, "Senior brother, don't worry, the ghosts of Ximeng will not be slaughtered, but there will never be a second ghost king in Ximeng Mountain!"
Xiang Zhiwen's hands became weaker and weaker, and Hou Zi asked urgently, "Senior brother, do you have any other instructions?"
"none……"
Xiang Zhiwen closed his eyes and never opened them again.
...Looking at the air and burying the sword with sorrow, facing the wind and sighing at the passing waves. Wu Qian is making grass in the garden, and Chu is singing with the leaves of flowers.
