The primordial spirit is cultivated by the soul, which is higher than the soul in the ordinary sense, and can act or exist alone from the body. But in essence, it is still made of soul power. Therefore, if the original spirit is damaged, the soul may be mutilated.

The young and unenlightened primordial god was severely injured by the guardian enchantment under the god king Lu Jiabu, and his body appeared in many mutilations, but this was just an appearance. Although the original god is in human form, it does not mean that its limbs still correspond to the same parts of the body. In fact, the whole body of the original god is composed of soul power, and soul power can be regarded as a special kind of memory, recording the person's consciousness, good and evil, and all the memories of life. Therefore, some of the limbs of the Yuan Shen that the young man lost were actually part of his memory.

In the fierce battle with the young man Buwu before, although Cheng Yue expressed contempt for the choice of the young man Buwu to specialize more than once, in fact, this product is actually very covetous of the other party's experience and skills. In particular, the technique of forcibly turning group spells into single attacks, as well as the method of turning Kun into a mad man, all have a fatal attraction to Cheng Yue. Of course, if he is allowed to devote himself to research, he will not necessarily be unable to study these unique methods. However, this is bound to be a time-consuming, laborious, and time-consuming "big project". So, if there's a shortcut to it, it's great!

And for Cheng Yue, the part of the remnant soul that the young man lost without realizing is undoubtedly this shortcut!

"Read!"

Cheng Yue silently thought, and immediately probed his spiritual tentacles into the remnant soul of the young man's unenlightened soul, and began to read it quickly.

This process lasted a total of six and a half hours to complete, and when he opened his eyes again, the corners of Cheng Yue's mouth had already evoked a smug smile, this time he could be regarded as a very rewarding one! In addition to the skill of forcibly turning the range spell into a single attack, he also found the experience of partially turning into a blood-colored giant kun, although the content is not complete because of the incomplete soul, but it provides him with a lot of valuable ideas, presumably as long as he takes time and concentrates on research, he can complete the remaining part, and then he Cheng someone will be able to turn into a Kunpeng that covers the sky and the sun!

Of course, Cheng Yue also got some memories of his youth. Most of these memories are small things in daily life, most of them are spiritual practices, and a small part are battles, but they are all quite boring. From childhood to adolescence, the second disease is very serious, and the perspective of looking at most things in the world is biased. Cheng Yue filtered most of these memories directly, and only a few memories left a deep impression on him.

For example, in a certain memory, I was in a city with a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, surrounded by ruins and corpses of all kinds of tragic deaths, and fires were burning in many places, and thick black smoke was billowing up, almost obscuring the day. The blood that spilled from the corpses became lakes and rivers that flowed down the streets and alleys. Buwu was only two or three years old at the time, and he was a young man wearing a cute right padded jacket, walking alone along the street, his little face blackened by smoke was full of ignorance, and he looked completely confused about the situation.

Except for the young and unconscious, there are not many living creatures left in the city. From the perspective of ignorance, I can only vaguely see some black figures moving around in the city, and occasionally I can hear one or two rough shouts and screams before death.

There is no doubt that this is a city that has been looted and slaughtered, and the murderers have not yet left.

It is conceivable how dangerous it is for a young man to walk alone in such a dangerous city. In fact, the murderers were not blind either, and soon discovered this ignorant child.

Those hazy figures surrounded them, and as the distance closed, their forms gradually became clearer. It can be clearly seen that these people are all dressed in dirty leather clothes, their hair is combed into pigtails, their faces are dark and rough, covered with horizontal flesh, and they laugh like evil spirits in hell. They were still carrying bloody scimitars in their hands, and on their backs were large bags of "trophies", some of which could even be seen with fresh blood.

The killers seemed to be interested in the unclear child, shouting around him, making all sorts of grimaces, and brandishing the bloody knives in their hands in an attempt to scare him. However, although he is young, his courage seems to be very extraordinary, except for the little face that is a little pale, there is no trace of fear on his cute little face, but he glared back at the murderers a few times.

The murderers soon lost interest in this little imp who was not afraid of them, and when they saw that the padded jacket on Buwu's body seemed to have a good texture, several people reached out to peel off Buwu's clothes. Buwu struggled, but he was only a two- or three-year-old child, how could he fight these adults? Soon the padded jacket was snatched away, and only a single coat remained.

The robbery was successful, and the murderers still seemed to be unfinished. There was a man who was three points taller than the others, and a skull belt was tied around his waist, and he pushed the others away and strode in front of the unconscious.

His eyes were drawn to the man's belt, a belt full of skulls, and he noticed that each skull was small, as if its original owner was a child. Moreover, there is a skull on the belt, and the head is obviously cracked, as if it has been pierced by a sharp weapon.

As if sensing the point of the unconscious gaze, the big man reached out and grabbed the brittle skull on the belt, pulled it down with all his might, and then dragged the skull in the palm of his hand and raised it to the level of the unconscious's head.

He's comparing.

After a long time, a satisfied smile appeared on the big man's big face. Throwing away the broken skull, one hand choking the unconscious neck, and the other hand pulling out the scimitar, about to cut off the head of this three-year-old child!

No matter how young and ignorant he is, at this moment, Buwu understands the purpose of this man - this man wants to use his skull to replace the damaged one on his belt!

Struggle, scream!

Nothing at all.

I could only watch the scimitar approach his neck little by little, and then cut it fiercely!

At this moment, it is hopeless to be unenlightened. Although he was stubborn by nature, he still didn't cry, but he vaguely knew in his heart that he was going to end here!

As a child who is still in an ignorant age, he doesn't have much nostalgia for this world, only his parents and some friends who were good in the past make him a little reluctant. But he remembered that the men had stopped moving a few hours earlier.

He didn't know what death was, but he knew that as long as he was stabbed into his body by something like a knife in front of him, he would fall into that state of deep sleep. His parents had been in that state a few hours earlier. A group of men who looked like the one in front of him broke into his house, cut off his father's head with a knife, stabbed his mother in the chest with a spear, and took a lot of the house's belongings and drove away, while his parents stopped moving. In fact, if he hadn't hid in the cupboard at home to hide and seek, this would have happened like this, right?

When I thought that I was about to enter the same sleep as my parents, I suddenly became indifferent, not that I could see it, or I figured it out, but I just felt that it was not bad because of it......

Suddenly, the grim ghost-like smiling face in front of him froze, and the knife in his hand stopped. Immediately after, Buwu found that the ghost-like face was becoming shriveled, as if it had been sucked dry, and the whole person had become a skinny skeleton in a matter of seconds!

A skull shelf can't support the weight of a person, not even a child.

Wow!

Thump!

Buwu and the scimitar landed at the same time, ignoring the pain of the terrible little buttocks, Buwu struggled to sit up from the ground, he was very curious about the reason for the accident just now, and this strong curiosity even overcame the pain. Immediately afterward, he saw a scene that he will never forget!

A middle-aged man in a purple robe with a disheveled hair was walking through the burning city gate towards Xicheng Street, where he was. The man's eyes were blood-red, his heroic face was full of grief and indignation, and his fists were clenched tightly, and blood could be faintly seen flowing from between the man's fingers.

The man didn't throw his fist at anyone, but everywhere he passed, the fierce robbers and butchers all turned into dried corpses without exception! At the same time, a vague shadow floated out of all the murdered corpses in the city, and they actively followed behind the man. There were too many corpses, almost hundreds of thousands, and finally they gathered into a huge army of ghosts, and the man led by him was like the legendary Demon Emperor and Ghost Emperor!

A moment later, the man came to Buwu, and surprisingly, he put away his resentment, reversed his previous demeanor, and asked in a gentle tone like the uncle next door:

"Little brother, are you okay?"

Buwu didn't answer, his young heart was already stunned by what was happening in front of him, and after a long time, he answered what he asked:

"Uncle, you are so handsome!"