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"Haha, I feel it, I feel the terrain..."

Fang Shaobai jumped up excitedly, as excited as a ronin in the desert who had found his life.

However, Mr. Zhan in the white mist poured cold water on Fang Shaobai, "That's right, you feel the terrain, but you use the martial soul to feel the terrain, can you use the martial soul to attract the terrain?" ”

"Uh..."

Fang Shaobai was stunned for a moment, the martial soul could only attract the heavenly power to achieve divine might, but the terrain could only be attracted by the physique. Using the martial soul to sense the terrain and the physique to sense the terrain is not a concept at all.

"It's... Isn't that a vain realization for me? ”

"Yes, that's right, you realized it in vain."

Fang Shaobai's expression fell, "Mr. Zhan, you obviously know that I am using my martial soul to perceive the terrain, why didn't you remind me earlier?" ”

"May I remind you that it works? Even if I remind you a hundred times, you still can't help but use your martial soul to perceive the terrain. It's your instinct, can you still resist it? ”

"That's... So what should I do? Mr. Zhan advises. ”

"Hehe, bury your body!"

"What?"

Fang Shaobai's eyes widened, and his eyeballs were almost protruding.

"I'm not dead yet, why did I bury myself?"

"Hehe, you kid..."

Fang Shaobai touched his head, and suddenly felt an invisible surge in the white mist, like thousands of whips binding his body at the same time.

Fang Shaobai said "ah", his body was dragged up, and he fell into the white mist in the air, and fell to the ground in the blink of an eye. Before Fang Shaobai could see anything clearly, he felt that a large amount of dust had submerged him, and a huge pressure spread throughout his body, and at that moment, he really had a feeling of being buried alive.

Immediately after, Fang Shaobai found that he couldn't move. His whole body was buried in the earth, except for his head.

Fang Shaobai immediately knew that this was Mr. Zhan's doing. It's just that the white mist is rolling, and although others are already in the white mist, they still haven't seen what Mr. Zhan looks like that he is curious about.

Fang Shaobai cleaned up his panic and shouted loudly: "Mr. Zhan, did you bury me because you wanted me to perceive the terrain like this?" ”

"You kid is clever, but unfortunately, how can it be so simple."

"Ah, what else is needed then?"

"The human body perceives the topography and pays attention to a pure word. Since ancient times, the purer the physique, the easier it is to perceive the terrain and the easier it is to attract the terrain, which is in line with the fact that the martial soul has divine might. An innate spirit like you has a very pure physique, and it is said that it is the easiest to perceive the terrain and attract it, but..."

"Ahh Before Mr. Zhan finished speaking, Fang Shaobai shouted, "Mr. Zhan, you... You even know that I am an innate spirit? ”

"Why don't I know? How famous the innate spirit was in ancient times, if I can't even see that you have an innate spirit body, I might as well dig out these eyes and feed them to the dogs. ”

When Fang Shaobai heard this, he couldn't help but smile, yes, this Mr. Zhan is undoubtedly a legendary powerhouse, as a strong man, his vision and experience are extremely keen and rich, how can he not see the innate spirit body?

It's just that he himself hasn't had much contact with super powerhouses, and it has been many years since the innate spirit body disappeared, so no one thought about it for the first time, so the secret of Fang Shaobai's innate spirit body has not been revealed.

Fang Shaobai was used to keeping this secret, and he didn't know that he was seen through everything coldly, and of course he was not used to it all of a sudden, so he was naturally surprised.

"Boy, you have an innate spirit body, and your physique is pure. However, those of you who possess innate spirit bodies, because you have developed a variety of talents, although you are much superior to ordinary people, you have also destroyed the purity of this physique. ”

"Ah, Mr. Zhan, are you saying that it is difficult for multi-line talents to attract terrain?"

"Yes, it's much more difficult than a monophyletic talent. So if you want to attract the terrain, the usual methods are no longer possible. Burying you in the ground is just one of them. I'm going to ban your soul..."

"What! Ban souls? How can this work..."

Fang Shaobai screamed in shock, and couldn't stop gasping, the soul is the source of life, how is it different from the walking dead to seal the soul?

Fang Shaobai had never dared to imagine what it would be like for his soul to be banned. Because I can't imagine it, when the soul is blocked, I lose all consciousness, I don't know anything, how can I imagine it? Imagine pitch black?

"Why not? Do you think I'm going to take advantage of it? Mr. Zhan disagreed.

"Of course not!"

Fang Shaobai immediately retorted, he definitely did not hesitate to refute this argument. Just because Mr. Zhan could bury him in the ground without showing up just now, and he couldn't resist at all, you can know that Mr. Zhan really wants to kill him, and there is no need to be so troublesome.

"I just..."

"You just can't get used to being banned because you're scared, aren't you?"

"Yes!"

Fang Shaobai replied truthfully.

"Hehe, you're pretty honest, but I'm going to tell you that the soul is not completely unconscious. Especially for an innate spirit like you, the spirituality of the body itself surpasses that of ordinary people, and even your body is conscious, but its sharpness is far from being compared with the soul, so it is usually ignored by you. ”

"Really?"

"Of course, oh, have you heard of the legend of the murderer?"

"Murderer? Uh, no. ”

"It seems that the ancient times are really too far away from the present, and few people know about a person who was so frightening in the ancient times."

Listening to Mr. Zhan's sigh, Fang Shaobai couldn't help but become curious about the murderer, "Mr. Zhan, who is this murderer, how can I feel very good when I hear this name..."

"Fierce, isn't it? Hehe, that's right, this criminal murderer is really a regrettable murderer in the ancient world, if you inquire more about some famous deeds in ancient times, you will know how shocking this criminal murderer was in ancient times, no, it should be fear. ”

"Haha, Mr. Zhan, how old is the junior this year, and his knowledge is shallow, please don't laugh at Mr. Zhan. However, the juniors are really curious about this criminal murderer, can they trouble Mr. Zhan to tell the juniors. ”

"That's fine!"

Mr. Zhan readily agreed. He was silent for a few seconds, as if recalling the legend about the murderer in ancient times, and then he said slowly: "No one knows what the original name of the murderer in ancient times was, as if the original name of the murderer was not clearly recorded in ancient times, only in ancient times..."

Mr. Zhan spoke slowly.

Fang Shaobai's mood was shocked to the extreme.

It turned out that in ancient times, there was a martial artist surnamed Xing, who was beheaded at the beginning of his debut. After being decapitated, the criminal warrior did not die, but activated the spirituality of the body with a terrifying resentment.

Since then, with ** as the eye, the navel as the mouth, and the body and spirituality as the soul, he has cultivated into a martial artist. Thirty years after being beheaded, he broke into the sect where the enemy who beheaded him at the beginning, and actually killed with a bloody knife.

I think at that time, there were many masters in ancient times. Even if it is only a third-rate sect, there is a martial venerable in charge. Although the sect that the criminal martial artist broke into was not a first-class sect, it was not a third-rate sect, and there were a total of eight martial masters in that sect.

The criminal warriors started killing in that sect, and how could the eight martial artists in that sect sit idly by, and in a fit of rage, the eight martial artists attacked the criminal warriors at the same time.

How do you know that after the criminal martial artist lost his head and lost his soul, he still relied on the spirituality of his body to cultivate into a martial artist, and his strength was extremely terrifying.

It is said that the bloody aura generated by the mixed killing of the terrain caused by the criminal warriors in that battle turned into a blood cloud with a radius of hundreds of miles, and under the blood cloud, there were wails everywhere, corpses were everywhere, and blood flowed like a river.

After three days and three nights of the battle, the criminal warrior slaughtered the sect's 97,361 people with the power of one person, and turned a sect into a mountain of blood corpses.

Later, the criminal martial artist learned that there were still a few people in that sect who had escaped because of their training outside, and they even chased and killed those people with murderous intentions for thousands of miles, killing those people one by one.

Killed the last person, but because that person fled into another great sect to hide, the great sect was unwilling to hand over the last person for the sake of dignity, and dispatched eighteen top martial artists to threaten the criminal martial artist in the hope of scaring the criminal martial artist away.

As a result, the criminal martial artist was not only not frightened away, but was also angered by the eighteen top martial artists, and the blood knife was raised again, and for half a month, this great sect was completely wiped out in the bloody knife of the criminal martial artist, and it was a service, and a total of 278,326 people were slaughtered by that great sect!

A person who was beheaded and should have died did not die, but instead cultivated to martial arts, and in the end, he destroyed two sects in a row with one person and one sword, slaughtering 370,000 people... This kind of world-shattering ferocity is simply born to kill gods!

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