"Collecting corpses? Then digging graves is definitely not a good thing, right? Chengying, get out of the way, I can't kill you, and you can't do anything for the people?" Rong Nianbing looked unhappy, but he suddenly got stuck in the middle of his pretense.
It's so annoying.
Cheng Ying was stunned for a moment and scratched his head in embarrassment: "Is digging graves so bad?"
The two parties were exposed to different information, which led to different things they thought about. For example, in modern times, digging graves is still a very damaging thing, but for archaeologists, or tomb robbing notes, I don't know.
Suddenly, people have subconsciously ignored that tomb robbing in ancient times was a serious crime.
"Okay! Probably in this day and age, tomb robbing is really a thing! But you'd better ask him yourself! I don't think these body parts were necessarily dug up from the grave."
Chengying stepped aside so that Du Buer could look into Rong Nianbing's eyes. Originally, Rong Nianbing thought that Du Buer would dodge his eyes and did not dare to look directly at him, trying to make excuses or lie.
But she saw him looking at her without fear, even with anger hidden in his eyes.
This made him also interested: "Tell yourself, where do these limbs come from?"
"Haha! Where did it come from? You don't know that I run a big spirit fighting arena, right?" Du Buer sneered: "People will die in spirit fighting. Not every team has a good relationship. As long as you give money,
Many people are eager to sell me their useless limbs and then burn their heads and torsos to ashes and take them back to fool others."
Rong Nian Bing was at a loss for words. Although what Du Bu'er said was hard to hear, it was the fact. What's more, not everyone who participated in the soul fighting had their own team. They might have been dead for several months before anyone discovered that kind of person.
Even if their limbs were taken away, no one would know.
"But what about Titled Douluo? Soul Douluo may still participate in the spirit fight, but how can Titled Douluo participate? Where did you get Titled Douluo's limbs?"
"I killed them!" Du Buer said without any scruples: "I killed two titled Douluo and took off their limbs."
"Haha! Admit it! You..." Rong Nianbing was interrupted before he finished speaking.
"What does it have to do with you if I kill them? Those two people had a grudge against me, so I killed them. Are you their relatives and friends? If not, then what qualifications do you have to meddle in others' affairs, or is it just because of me?
I’m different from everyone else, so others can only kill me, but I can only kill at the slightest sign of my neck?”
This time Rong Nian Bing was completely silent. It was indeed cruel to remove the limbs, but the people were dead. How the body was treated was at most an ethical issue, and it did not rise to the level of good or evil.
"So! If you want to slay demons and eradicate evil soul masters, you have to keep your eyes open and see clearly." Cheng Ying patted Rong Nianbing's shoulder seriously and said in a tone like an elder lecturing a younger one.
Rong Nianbing wanted to refute, but considering that he was surrounded by a 990,000-year-old immortal, he finally gave up. Although he had become a god, in terms of age, he was really far behind this guy.
"Du Fuji, I apologized to you for what happened before, but your secret has been exposed. Can you tell us what your martial spirit is? Why do you need to replace your limbs?"
Cheng Ying felt pain when he looked at Du Fuji's stitched body. Not to mention how painful it was to connect the nerves without anesthetics, the rejection reaction every day was enough.
It's no wonder that Cheng Ying always felt that Du Fu'er's expression was a bit stiff. It was probably because he had been gritting his teeth to endure the pain on weekdays, resulting in a facial paralysis-like expression.
"Martial spirit? Haha, it would be great if I had a martial spirit!" Du Buer sneered: "If I had a martial spirit, I wouldn't have to destructively use my soul power to strengthen myself during battle."
"Wait a minute! Are you sure you don't have a martial spirit and not the original martial spirit?" Chengying's pupils shrank. Maybe Du Buer is the ancestor of the original martial spirit?
"The original martial spirit? What is that?"
"The martial soul is a part of the body, such as the hands, feet, eyes, nose, etc. For people who possess this kind of martial soul, the organs corresponding to the martial soul will become stronger than ordinary people.
If you don't feel this way, it's possible that your martial spirit is your body itself, and your whole body has become stronger, but you don't realize the existence of the original martial spirit." Cheng Ying explained to him.
Du Buer shook his head and said: "There is no such thing as a true martial spirit. At least I have never heard of it, and it can't be the case. After I awakened my martial spirit, my body did not become stronger at all. I had nothing but extra soul power.
But even without a martial soul, I still wanted to become a soul master, so I took the risk of almost being bitten to death by a soul beast, hunted the soul beast, and then continued to practice.
Maybe it's because I was born with full soul power. I practiced very quickly. I reached level 20 at the age of nine, and obtained the third soul ring at the age of twelve. But it was of no use. The increase in soul power had no effect on my combat effectiveness.
The improvement is minimal.
I have no soul skills, and my body is as fragile as a weapon soul master of the same level. Without any special abilities, I may not even be able to defeat a first-level soul master. Do you think this may be the original martial soul you are talking about?
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"So how did you become a Titled Douluo? Logically speaking, in your situation, you should have died a long time ago!" Cheng Ying sat cross-legged in the ice cave. The temperature here made him very comfortable.
"Indeed, under normal circumstances, I should have died young, because a soul master like me is useless at all, but I don't intend to give up. I have found a warrior among civilians.
They are extremely weak and have no soul power. They have developed a lot of martial arts in order to protect themselves. I endured their humiliation and learned from them, learned their martial arts skills, and summarized them into my own strength.
But this is not enough. Soul masters of the same level can still beat me easily. This proves that I am still a waste. The change happened when I was in the fourth ring. When I went to hunt the soul beast, I was almost bitten by a colorful tiger.
die.
Before I died, my eyes were blank, and then my whole body turned into iron gray under the surge of soul power. I exerted far more power than normal to beat the tiger soul beast to death.
I thought my martial soul had finally awakened, but later I discovered that it was just a special fighting technique. In a life-or-death crisis, I used soul power to forcibly strengthen my body and burst out with powerful power.
This technique has made me stronger among my peers, but strength does not come without a price. Every time I use it, my body will suffer irreparable damage.
Two years later, I reached the Fifth Ring Soul King, but my limbs were almost useless. I was desperate, so I used my savings to secretly buy the corpse of a Soul Sect.