"Tuosen, is it over?"

I don't know how long it took, but outside the interrogation room, there were a few lazy calls.

But it was a couple of jailers who came to see what was going on.

Between their eyebrows, they were full of impatience, interrogating a human race, what a simple thing, this Tuosen has been busy for so long and has not ended, it is really useless.

They were asking, but as they spoke, their hands reached for the door to be pushed open.

But just then, the door suddenly opened on its own, and Tuosen stepped out.

"It's over. ”

Tuosen's hair was scattered, covering half of his cheeks, and his ordinary face was a little pale, and when he came out, he lowered his head and said no more.

"Heh, look at you like this, I'm afraid I'm not frightened. ”

Speaking of which, Tuosen's reaction was a little strange, but in the eyes of these jailers, it was quite normal.

This is Tuosen, a cowardly, cowardly fellow, it is estimated that he has never even killed a chicken in his life, let him torture a living person, for him, it is naturally impossible to have no reaction, like the current virtue, but it seems reasonable.

"What about the Terrans?"

The captain looked at the interrogation room.

"Dead. ”

Tuosen said.

"Dead?"

The jailers were a little surprised.

"Well, I didn't survive, and I died. ”

Tuosen replied with his head bowed.

The captain raised his eyebrows, pushed open the door, and sure enough, he saw a blurred scene of flesh and blood, he was secretly a little frightened, the honest man suddenly broke out, it was really interesting, he was so ruthless.

"If you're dead, you're dead, it's just a human race, have you asked for any valuable information?"

No one expects to be able to ask anything, it's just a routine, these Terrans who can be caught are all casual cultivators, and most of the things they know are very repetitive.

Topson shook his head.

The captain patted him on the shoulder and didn't say anything more.

After a few hours, Tuosen left the group and returned to the twenty-ninth floor to rest.

The work of the jailer is also in shifts, and the 35th squad will only need to enter the black cell after three days.

These three days are a rare time to practice.

Stepping into the deep well, Tuosen's body was pulled by a gravitational pull and rose to the twenty-ninth floor, he took out a bronze token from his sleeve, and swiped forward, and the void in front of him twisted up, revealing a passage.

"In every token, there are permissions, Tuosen's permissions are too low, and you can only enter the twenty-ninth layer, but for me, it is enough, the higher you go, the more dangerous it is to be exposed......"

Tuosen stepped into it, but in his heart, he muttered to himself.

This person, naturally, is not Tuosen.

Tuoson is dead......

This person is Zhang Heng.

He killed Tuosen, inherited his memories and tokens, and then, changed his face, Li Dai Taozhuang.

But now he can be said to be full of flaws, he is a human race, not a god race, and his breath is very different from that of the god race, if someone looks carefully, they will definitely find clues.

The reason for the exposure is because of three points, first, the jailers do not have much interest in dealing with this cowardly colleague, he belongs to the one who is excluded and looked down upon, and has no sense of existence, second, the strength of the jailers is generally not strong, and third, they have no vigilance at all.

Who would have thought?

In the process of interrogation, Tuosen was killed, and Zhang Heng was so bold that he took his identity, and even came to the twenty-ninth floor in a grand manner!

Each floor is a separate world, with streets but messy and filthy, houses but dim and rough, and shops that sell things for spiritual practice, but they are generally low-level......

On the street, occasionally the Protoss walked by, but they were also in a hurry.

There is no urgency, and there are many people who have no image and are paralyzed in the corner, like beggars.

The air is filled with a foul smell......

The twenty-ninth floor is more than ten times worse than any slum that Zhang Heng knows!

It's no wonder that Tuosen's dream is to leave this hellish place.

Zhang Heng specially picked a remote place to walk, he lowered his head, tried his best to reduce his sense of existence, and finally returned to his house.

It is said to be a house, but it is just a wooden house with air leaking on all sides.

There are many wooden houses like this in a row.

The space is only about ten square meters, and Zhang Heng can clearly see the scene next door from the wall of his room.

In Tuosen's memory, the two neighbors next door were also jailers, and it was by following the line of the two that he successfully joined the black cell.

Now, he takes shifts to rest, but these two people are going down to "go to work".

There is no doubt that their departure is a good thing for Zhang Heng.

The wooden room is useless, Zhang Heng's every move, both of them can see it, and even the sound of him swallowing saliva can't hide it from them...... In addition, they get along day and night, others can't see that Tuosen is an impostor, but these two may not be able to see it.

"Three days, these three days are very precious to me!"

Zhang Heng knew very well what he was missing.

Exactly the same look as Tuosen?

No!

It doesn't matter!

Tuosen's identity is actually not important, Zhang Heng's current appearance is only seven or eight points similar to him, but this is enough.

Because Tuosen's sense of existence is really low, an ordinary public face, and you will forget it after seeing it......

What can really make him stand in the Protoss is nothing else, but soul cultivation!

When he cultivated the method of soul cultivation of the Protoss, he naturally possessed the characteristics of the Protoss and the aura of soul cultivation.

And this aura is unique to the Protoss.

It's an inherent common sense.

As long as Zhang Heng becomes a soul cultivator, then even if others think that he is different from before, he will not be too suspicious.

On the contrary, even if he was exactly the same as Tuosen, but did not have the breath of soul cultivation, then he would still be in danger of being discovered.

Zhang Heng closed his eyes and ran the "Immortal Heavenly Book!"

Streams of gray aura converged from all directions, and then poured into Zhang Heng's soul.

In the soul, there is obviously a feeling of swelling......

This feeling of swelling is very special, not painful, but there is a tingling feeling like ants crawling over.

Zhang Heng knew that this was the difficulty of getting started.

For ordinary cultivators, if the soul strength is insufficient, the soul will be torn apart directly, but Zhang Heng just felt numb, which showed that he was very smooth.

"Tuosen's memory mentions that from the first level, you can see the talent of a soul cultivator, if it is a mediocre person, you will feel severe pain, you can only grit your teeth and endure it, a talented person, the pain is greatly reduced, it will be a little itchy, a person who can be called a genius, the pain is completely reduced, but you just feel itchy...... And I, there is only a slight feeling of numbness, which shows that my soul, among the entire God Clan, can be regarded as the best potential, but it is not the best, because the best soul does not have any pain and itching, but will feel extremely comfortable......"

Zhang Heng judged his soul very well, his potential is higher than the best, lower than the best, and he can definitely be called a rare genius.

Tuosen, on the other hand, is the most mediocre person, when he first started, he was in pain, and he tried dozens of times before he passed with difficulty.

But for Zhang Heng, it was just a stick of incense, and he felt that the gray breath in the air was constantly pouring in along his 48,000 pores.

Suddenly, his soul became full.

"First Realm!"

Gradually, Zhang Heng opened his eyes, and he felt that a faint layer of "skin" seemed to grow on his soul.

It's like putting clothes on his soul.

"In the first realm, the soul will grow immortal skin, the color of immortal skin, there are five kinds, white, green, blue, purple, and gold!" Zhang Heng muttered in his heart, this immortal skin can protect the soul.

Because the immortal heavenly book he cultivated was only the lowest-level big road goods, his immortal skin was only the most mediocre white.

When you reach the Soul Realm, the Immortal Skin will turn into an Immortal Armor, and the more you improve it, the stronger the Soul's defense will become......

And as long as the soul is not dispersed, it is very difficult for the Protoss to be killed.

Come to think of it, their physical bodies are generally strong, and their souls are protected by immortal skins, which is really too much to take advantage of in the fight with monks.

"I don't have to be obscure in the Protoss, only by climbing up faster can I accomplish my goal...... Besides, this immortal skin is also a good thing, if it is only the lowest level of white skin, it will be too shabby!" Zhang Heng thought of this, and suddenly made a decision.

He pinched the seal with both hands, and the soul power around him converged wildly at a faster speed!

This convergence almost formed a storm!

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