Hundreds of streams of light rose from the trees, and many cultivators were no longer stingy with the strength of their bodies and the power of heaven and earth, and regardless of their opponents' attacks, they forced themselves to break away from the grappling and fly to the top of the mountain.

On the hillside, Zheng Qiu saw the scene in the air and involuntarily clenched the wooden stick in his hand.

"Tiger King Impact!"

There was a loud roar from the side, and a strong man who was fighting with him just now took advantage of Zheng Qiu's unpreparedness to fiercely collide with a barbed shield.

A trace of impatience flashed across his face, and he yelled angrily in his mind: "Come out, give me the strength!"

In the pale green world in his mind, countless clouds of the same color were floating, and as a fierce and clear spiritual power spread in all directions, the entire space suddenly shook.

As if a sleeping giant had been awakened, or as if a sleeping male lion had opened its eyes, countless pale green points of light emerged from every corner of the vast space and converged towards the center.

And in the center of the convergence of the points of light, there is a cloud of different colors.

The cloud emitted a pure silvery shimmer that did not change shape with any disturbance, as if it were made of indestructible dark iron.

This is the place where Zheng Qiu's spiritual power gathers, and it is the part of him that has not yet been integrated with the vitality and divine power.

These spiritual powers, which play a vital role in him, are his true self.

Using these spiritual powers to control divine power is the embodiment of Zheng Qiu's own will.

If all spiritual power is fused with divine power, is it you making decisions when you release divine power, or are you guided by divine power to make decisions?

This point could not be verified at all, and Zheng Qiu did not dare to try.

At least the balance is very good now, and he can still feel the gap between himself and his vitality.

This estrangement reminds him that he will not be completely controlled by divine power like the former god master.

The process of gathering light points in his mind seems to be very long, but in fact, this is only a place where Zheng Qiu's thoughts converge, without any concept of time and space.

I don't know how long it took, but the points of light gathered into a figure standing up to the sky.

Inside the translucent body of the figure, countless rays of light flowed like water waves, as if blood was surging.

A silver cloud is firmly protected within the skull, which is the heart of the magnificent figure and the source of everything.

In a sea of pale green clouds, the figure slowly raised its hands holding the sun, moon and stars, showing its infinite power.

In the real world outside Zheng Qiu's mind, the strong man who hit him with a spiked shield suddenly felt an alarm in his heart, and instinctively felt a strong aura of danger.

The demon named Zheng Qiu in front of him originally seemed to be just a harmless teenager, but at this moment, he seemed to be showing his fierce fangs, showing the true evil and bloodthirsty side of the demon.

In a trance, he seemed to see a huge figure a hundred feet high, slowly standing up from behind the young man.

The figure was entwined with countless rattans and branches, twisting and shaking countless flesh bumps and tumors, and stretched out a large hand covering the endless human remains to grab at him.

"No, it's not real, it's just an illusion!"

The strong man panicked and involuntarily screamed, as if he wanted to rely on the shouting to embolden himself.

The Tiger King impact he cast was cut off, and his feet ploughed two long ravines in the muddy black soil, and he was already relentless.

But the terrible demon named Zheng Qiu did not let him go, but raised his hand and slapped his chest like an image seen in a trance.

Smack, the power of this palm is not big, and it can even be said to be a little small.

The strong man was only half a step back, and his body did not lose his balance. Twenty fifty thousand

He knew that the big devil Zheng Qiu was very powerful, and the moves he used could not be the same as tickling, and they had no effect at all.

According to common sense, an attack like this that is not strong in the impact, or does not explode, must act on the human body itself through other effects.

Thinking of this, the strong man hurriedly used his strength to check his whole body.

What, the strength actually didn't listen to the call!

No, not only does the strength not listen to the call, but even the body does not listen to the call!

He was immediately startled and opened his mouth to ask for mercy, but only a uh-uh-uh sound came out of his throat, as if he had been paralyzed by an electric arc.

The young man in front of him didn't pay attention to himself at all, jumped onto a big tree, and disappeared in a white light in an instant.

The strong man felt as if something was squirming in his body, no, every inch of flesh and blood was wriggling.

A strong feeling of swelling came from the depths of his bones, spreading from the inside out, and he saw with his own eyes that his muscular, muscular, strong body actually swelled like a blow.

The surface of the skin is flattened, and countless sarcomas emerge, which continue to grow and grow in size, falling to the ground with weight.

Then he felt a tingling pain in his eyes, his eyes were pushed out of their sockets due to the explosion of flesh, and his mind clicked, as if his brain was about to burst through the heavenly spirit cover.

Soon, his body could no longer withstand the surging flesh, and the bulging ball of flesh exploded in an instant.

The crimson water splattered on all sides, and there was a large pool of red and white things on the ground, mixed with the black silt.

No one could see that this slowly twisting and wriggling thing was actually a person.

Bang, white light flashed, and Zheng Qiu's figure appeared on the treetops.

This is very close to the top of the mountain, and you can use the ground to shrink the ground again to reach the top.

But Zheng Qiu's face was a little depressed, and he seemed to regret it a little.

He naturally knew that he had killed again just now, and the vitality and divine power were injected into his body, and it was impossible for a cultivator to resist it.

This divine power is full of vitality, which allows seeds to sprout and trees to grow, and is a creative force.

But at the same time, it also brings death, or death in the true sense of the word.

The power of vitality and divine power, which allows everything to grow, is the deadliest poison for individuals who have been stereotyped.

Every inch of flesh and bones in the body will grow wildly uncontrollably.

And the final result is that there is a puddle of red and white things that are still alive, but the image of the individual is erased.

Just like in the boundless Tianhe Hairi City, the royal family Golden Dragon Qishi said: "There is no good or bad power, there is no right or wrong, everything depends on the will and ideas of the user." ”

That's right, the same is true of the power of life, a small amount of rational use can save lives, and a large amount of reckless use can be devastating.

It all depends on how Zheng Qiu uses it and in what way he uses it.

Zheng Qiu raised his hand and stared at his palm carefully.

It is a very normal thing in the Cloud Sleeve Continent that the weak eat the strong and kill decisively, and Zheng Qiu will not blame himself for this.

But he was a little worried, afraid that this kind of killing would be repeated in him, and more and more.

When you kill people like hemp, doesn't that become a real demon, isn't it the second god?

"Damn it, am I still in control of my powers, or is this thing still influencing my judgment and decision-making?"