This feeling that was completely different from the possession in the past made Wei Guang's heart beat hard, even in such a critical situation, there was still a trace of hesitation and vigilance in his heart.

The white light softened, allowing him to see everything in front of him.

It was a space with a pure white border, with streams, meadows, and a stone with a faint coolness, and on a chair next to the stone, a young man sat on it, Wei Guang just glanced at it, and recognized that this person was the one he possessed, and his heart was at peace for a while.

It seems that it was the effect of spells that caused the dream.

The time he felt in his dreams was often different from the past, Wei Guang's spirit was slightly relaxed, not as tense as when he was still in the outside world, and he immediately felt a burst of pain from the Dao soul body, causing his face to distort slightly, and the side of his cheek, along with half of his eyes, shattered into a lead-gray soul body.

It was constantly distorted, and it was terrifying, and it took a few breaths to regain its original form.

People often have no self-consciousness in their dreams, Wei Guang's injury is not light, he just stands in place to regulate his soul, and intends to wait until the soul is stable, and then devour Zhao Li's soul to recover from his injury, and take a step back, he is now in this person's body, and the Ghost Hunting Division will not act rashly.

Zhao Li, who was sitting on the chair, looked at the uninvited guest, his face was ugly.

He was about to go to bed tonight, so he pounced on this gray shadow, with the Heavenly Power True Qi of the first realm of his Qi Vein, he was completely unable to respond effectively, only felt a flower in front of him, and the feeling of that moment was still very clear in his heart at this moment.

After the initial confusion, the whole person seemed to be immersed in ice water.

It was a coldness felt from within the soul, the rotation of the mind gradually became slow and stagnant, the thoughts were difficult to surface, and even the feelings of fear and the instinct to shout were frozen, as if they were going to freeze to death.

Zhao Li glanced at his fingers, and at this moment his fingers were faintly blue-white.

He made his eyes blank.

Wei Guang slowly exhaled a breath that did not exist, and the soul of the whole person condensed an inch inward, becoming smaller, but more condensed, opened his eyes, and was about to make a move, when he suddenly noticed that something was wrong, and noticed that Zhao Li's consciousness seemed to be different from ordinary dreamers, and he had not rashly cast a spell.

Instead, he leaned in front of Zhao Li, turned around, and suddenly sneered:

"It turned out that he was still a cultivator, and it just so happened that the cultivator's soul was greatly replenished. ”

"No need to pretend, I'm a connoisseur, I can recognize it at a glance. ”

"You're still awake in your dream, are you planning to yin me?"

Wei Guang sensed the strength of the soul in front of him exceeding the level of ordinary people, and at this moment he only felt that the sky had sent an unexpected joy, and he felt that if he swallowed this person's soul and recovered his strength, he could escape from the pursuit of the Ghost Hunting Division.

"It's a shame that it's in a dream, the time is relaxed, I told you to know that a well-behaved, mere cultivator who refines the gods first, even needs the assistance of materials, what can he do? How can he hurt his soul? Don't you know that if a cultivator in the world wants to leave the body, he needs at least the fourth level?"

"And you are neither a cultivator of thunder and soul punishment, nor a martial artist who has killed more than 10,000 people. ”

"You're going to sneak up on me?"

Wei Guang caught a glimpse of Zhao Li's eyes no longer the kind of wooden appearance, and saw that his eyes flashed a trace of extremely clear emotional fluctuations, and he was secretly happy in his heart, only to say that the other party was distracted, and immediately laughed twice, with contempt in his eyes, and said:

"Since you have this heart, then you can try!"

"Even if you give it your all, what effect can you have on me?"

"And die!"

This sentence is to create an illusion that the other party is confident enough, strong enough, and unable to resist even if the other party goes all out, and can set a trap in the other party's heart, so that the other party unconsciously falls into despair, it is difficult to exert real strength, and the soul is easier to swallow.

Otherwise, a cultivator who refines the gods first will be somewhat troublesome.

Die!

Wei Guang shouted wildly in his heart, setting off a gust of fishy wind, when he got closer, he met Zhao Li's eyes, saw the frivolity and cold murder in those eyes, and suddenly panicked slightly in his heart, and before he could react, he saw the person in front of him leaning back on the chair, his hands were crossed, and he spoke in a flat tone.

"Teacher Gu, it's been a ...... class"

Class?

Wei Guang's thoughts froze, and he subconsciously contacted the school, thinking of those weak and incompetent Mr. Master, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, Master, heh, what's the use of those masters?!

He alone could send ten.

At this moment, a tall body suddenly appeared behind the person in front of him.

Heavy armor, cold visor, a long-handled weapon on one side, and a spiral-shaped giant sword stuck upside down in the heart, seemed to be dead, huge, almost limitless evil aura rose to the sky, and when Wei Guang approached at full speed, he was slammed into the face in an even more violent way.

Wei Guang's rapidly approaching movement froze in mid-air, his eyes lost focus, and the corners of his mouth mockingly froze.

The next moment, the corpse that was supposed to be dead took the initiative to pull out the spiral sword in its heart and got up.

The feathers on the armor collided, and the sound was solemn.

Whoop -

He just took a step forward.

Wei Guang's soul body was slapped directly on the ground by an invisible cold and powerful force, his thoughts gradually recovered because of this action, and he felt the violent aura that almost faintly wanted to let his soul fly away by sheer quantity, the whole person's scalp was numb, and he looked at the tall figure standing on Zhao Li's side with difficulty.

Shock, fear, incomprehension, and even a hint of instinctive anger and grievance in my heart—

What do you call this thing a teacher?

Zhao Li leaned back, his hands crossed with his fingers, and he felt the tense nerves relax.

If it's outside, the clothes must be soaking wet, right?

Zhao Li laughed at himself, relaxed his mind, and his heart moved.

Wei Guang saw the sudden change in the surrounding environment, from a grassy stream to a house with a sense of oppression, steel railings only a few inches apart, like a prison cage, there were strange golden-red badges on the wall in front of him, and there were a line of square words on the left and right, a total of twenty-four, he didn't understand the meaning, but he felt inexplicably depressed.

And Zhao Li was wearing black and blue clothes, with sharp cutting lines, giving people a sense of oppression and order, wearing a silver strange chain on one side, holding a pen in one hand, and holding a table with the other, raising his hand to support the flat glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a solemn face:

"Tell me, who are you, why are you here, what is your purpose, where are you from?"

"Be lenient in confession, and strict in resisting. ”

Wei Guang was stunned and didn't know how to respond.

Zhao Li didn't wait for an answer, as if he thought of something, smiled, and said:

"Yes, you shouldn't be used to that. ”

"Then let's move to a different place where you're familiar. ”

He snapped his fingers, and his surroundings changed in an instant, as if he had fallen into the gloom for a moment, the sky was overcast, there were cracks in the earth, the crimson lava in the crevices flowed slowly, a road led to a distant place, there were screams and wails of souls in the air, and a building shrouded in ghosts was seen in the distance.

Horror, coldness, and majesty adorned with death.

Zhao Li was wearing a simple robe, hooked the corners of his lips, stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance, and in that direction, Wei Guang seemed to see that one soul after another was cut off, and one soul by one was pulled out of his tongue in a cruel way, and was put into the boiling oil pot, and let out a terrible scream.

Soul hurt?

Wei Guang felt that his forehead was almost like a living being, and cold sweat oozed from fear.

Is this real or illusory?!

Suddenly, he saw the souls struggling in the oil pot raise their heads, their faces full of pain and madness, and he saw one of them meet his eyes, the man had a pair of hanging triangular eyes, a slightly narrow nose, broad lips, and painful eyes.

That's exactly what you are!

Wei Guang's heart trembled, and boundless fear emerged.

Zhao Li hooked his lips, "Welcome, eighteen layers of hell." ”