"I have a few questions for you. I'll ask you to answer them. Don't talk nonsense. If your answers satisfy me, I might consider letting you go."
I looked at him with both eyes and said coldly.
To be honest, no matter how much the fat monk kowtows and begs for mercy, there is no mercy in my heart.
Not only that, even the original fluctuations became minimal.
I really can't understand why such a group of monks who are clearly in the Taichu realm are so weak?
Not to mention the young master of the Ghost-Eating Sect who was easily killed by me as soon as I hit or pinched him. The group of his followers behind him used their sharp blades and magic to attack me, but the force and force were almost as negligible as if they were scratching an itch.
What about the injury?
Didn't you eat before going out?
As for the result of my loud shout that contained the Qi technique later, it was even more exaggerated. They died just like that, without even being able to resist for a breath.
Could it be said that these people are all paper-headed?
If I hadn't met Elder Han and his team from the outside world before in Dongfang Fort, I would have even doubted whether the level of practice here would really be so weak!
Just like the fat man in front of me, although he still looks like a genuine Taichu monk, in my heart, he no longer poses any threat.
He is harmless and has no weight at the same time. Life and death can be taken by me in a single thought.
What's funny is that a moment ago, the same group of people treated me like meat on the chopping board, as if I could really do whatever they wanted with me.
"Let me ask you, what is a spirit?" I asked, with an irresistible tone.
It seemed that my question was too unexpected for the fat monk. Instead of answering immediately, he looked at me like a monster.
Although this look was fleeting, I still caught it. As a cold snort came out, an invisible spiritual whip struck him hard.
That’s right, you follow your words again!
As the number of times I use it increases, I become more and more proficient in controlling this ability. Now I can achieve the same effect without actually speaking.
There was no real sound of the whip being struck on his body, but the next moment the fat monk was whipped far away like a top spinning at a high speed.
Before he even landed, another roll of the spiritual energy whip pulled him back to his original position, exactly the same!
I learned this move from watching the battle between my father and Tai Chi Tu, and I was very impressed by the two consecutive whips of punishment.
I use it at will at this moment. Although the power is far from comparable to the real whip of punishment, it still makes me very satisfied.
The moment he was pulled back, the fat monk almost subconsciously let out a howl of pain, but after seeing my displeased expression, he hurriedly changed his tune.
"I said, I said...please show me your kindness, sir!" he said in fear. The whip I issued just now while still breathing completely crushed his already broken psychological defense into dust.
"I must have seen the True Immortal Battlefield that exists here. There are rumors in the world that as long as the True Immortal Battlefield exists long enough, there will definitely be spirits produced in it."
"And the spirits are actually a collection of some true immortal battle consciousnesses or battle scenes!"
"Its body may be the creatures that survived on this land before the True Immortal War broke out, or it may be lifeless earth and rocks."
"But it doesn't matter. After all, as the True Immortal takes action, all life on the battlefield will perish."
"But how awesome are true immortals? Turning stones into gold, bringing the dead back to life, and reversing yin and yang are just trivial things that they can easily do!"
"This determines that after their fight, a large amount of special life substances will remain. These substances can resurrect dead creatures and give life to soulless foreign objects."
"Although this probability is extremely low, it has happened many times in the long history of cultivating immortals, and these have been passed down from generation to generation in legends."
"These creatures that have regained life are called spirits!"
"They usually don't have much cultivation, but they become extremely precious because they possess the special life substances that the true immortals accidentally left behind."
"After swallowing it, not only can it help a monk heal quickly, but it also has a greater chance of changing a monk's qualifications! It can be said to be very rare."
"At the same time, during the process of formation, these spirits will more or less absorb some battle scenes, move marks, combat consciousness, etc. of the true immortals. After being swallowed in the future, these will become the treasures of the lucky monk and help him in his cultivation of immortality.
to go further on the road.”
"Actually, we are here just to try our luck this time. The Ghost-Eating Sect is a small sect and does not have the strength to go to the front to compete for favorable territory."
"I didn't expect you, sir, to come back after the True Immortal battlefield dissipated. In addition, we couldn't sense the fluctuations in your cultivation level at all, so we regarded you as a spirit..."
"It's really a crime worthy of death! A crime worthy of death!" He said and slapped himself several times.
Although I knew he was acting, but seeing that he was quite serious in his answer this time, I didn't bother to expose it and just let him go.
"What kind of immortal is a true immortal? Do all true immortals leave battlefields like this after their wars?" I asked, still without any emotion.
Obviously my question this time surprised the fat monk again. He almost subconsciously expressed doubts, but changed his mind in an instant.
"Sir, we don't dare to say how strong the true immortal is. In short, he is a very powerful immortal. I guess he is a top monk like you, sir, who has touched the edge of the Tao!"
He explained seriously, and at the same time, I don't know whether he flattered me intentionally or unintentionally.
Don't tell me, it sounds really good.
Apparently he had misjudged my strength from my previous attacks, especially the last two, which frightened him out of his wits.
So I didn't expose him. It was obviously the best choice for me to remain inscrutable at this time and let him continue to misunderstand me.
"As for your second question, it doesn't actually mean that all true immortals will reserve the battlefield after a battle to support their destined descendants. This purely depends on personal preference."
"So, a complete True Immortal battlefield is not very common. From this perspective, it is still relatively precious."
"I wonder if your Excellency has noticed before that there are many monks gathered at the edge of the ruins of the previous battlefield? Do you know what they are doing?"
Suddenly, the fat monk looked at the reality and asked me cautiously. (To be continued)