"You're alive again?" Bian Liang asked in his mind.

When the villain heard this, he showed a very disdainful look, "It's not you, it's me, I'm you." ”

"Hush." Bianliang said disdainfully, "I have always lived, only you will become a human and a dough." ”

The villain was not happy, "You are just a skin, I am your soul!" ”

At the end, he added, "The good-looking skins are the same, and the interesting souls are not one in a thousand." ”

Bian Liang smiled, "You should leave this skin bag and try it." ”

The villain shook his head, "You are too weak, you can't do it yet, after you worship the immortals, you will not be restricted by the skin, you can go there and there if you want, and let you do whatever you want." ”

Bian Liang heard about this from the broken soul of Love in the Book of Wonderland, worshipping immortals is to enter the fairyland, and he is still far away.

At the beginning, Love said that he was in the realm of sitting gods, and he was still two levels away from worshipping immortals, the god of war, and the god of flying.

Now that the soul energy in the body has dissipated, I am afraid that I will not even be able to keep the god level.

Worshipping immortals is easier said than done.

Thinking of this, Bianliang was a little frustrated.

The villain had a heart-to-heart with him, and immediately said, "Don't be discouraged, the soul in the skin is an external force, and you are limited by Li Changsheng's frontal lobe, and you can't break through the sitting god." ”

"I didn't want to break through." Bianliang complained.

has the strength to sit as a god, and it is enough to walk sideways in the Lehai clan.

If the boss of Xia Pet helps to pass it on, even if he faces the praying mantis of the Zheng Tian clan, it will be worthwhile!

The problem is, all these soul energies are scattered.

The villain smiled, "You have immortal soldiers, and your soul energy is inexhaustible, why do you want stinky skins!" ”

"Immortal soldiers?" Bian Liang asked curiously.

In the Book of Wonderland, Love once shouted, "Take my immortal soldiers, kill the witch court, and wash the road with demon blood, Hugh said that it is ruthless!" ”

"Is it a weapon?" Bianliang was a little excited.

Even the Celestial Clan's Loft would be excited, if he really had it, it would not be a matter of minutes to unify the Sea Clan.

The villain looked at him with disdain, "I don't understand this, so I'll be reborn." ”

Bianliang was even more strange, "What rebirth?" ”

The villain was asked, scratching his head, "I don't know, anyway, you are a reborn body, and you can be reborn infinitely." ”

"Reborn? Is it the kind that can't die? Bianliang was even more excited.

This is great, if you die and can be reborn, you are immortal, if you are immortal, how can you be afraid of just bandits, destroy them!

The villain shook his head, "There are four kinds of souls in the world: rebirth, destruction, reincarnation, and rebirth. The death of an old man is destruction; The boarding of the Wu clan, the crossing of human beings, and the reincarnation of the immortal clan are called reincarnation; Only our beings, who are older than the universe, will be reborn. ”

"Older than the universe? We? What is that? Bian Liang was frightened, he was such a terrible existence in the villain's mouth!

Older than the universe, antique?

Hwarang! It's so perverted!

The villain looked at him silently and said slowly, "I don't remember exactly, I just know that we are reborn, and even if we die, we will be reborn in another place, in another skin." ”

"Hanarang! Will we die? When Bianliang heard this, he was immediately deflated.

I was going to rampage at the bottom of the ocean with my immortal body!

The villain nodded, "Of course they will die, the reborn body has trillions of soul shoots in the universe, and these sprouts will grow and die under certain circumstances." Once the shoots have grown into adults, they will merge with other shoots, and when the time comes, if you are not the most powerful shoot, you will be devoured. ”

This is the sorrow of the reborn body, especially the reborn body that has not reached the immortal level, because the soul energy cannot exist apart from the frontal lobe, once it is swallowed, the memory will disappear, and the young shoots that have reached the immortal level, the memory will be fused.

"No, it won't!" Bian Liang was shocked, and after a long time, he turned out to be just one of the sprouts, which could be swallowed at any time!

What kind of mess is there to do, hurry up and find a place to thrive!

"Where's the immortal soldiers?" The problem is back to square one.

Now that he is helpless, it is not easy to grow up, and there is an immortal character in the immortal soldier, which may be useful for improving the realm.

The villain understood his thoughts, and said with a slight smile, "The immortal soldier is a container used to store soul energy, and it does not help to improve the realm. ”

"Containers?" Bianliang was confused.

The villain explained, "The immortal-level master himself has a lot of soul energy, and it is a waste to not use it in ordinary times, and the immortals of the Fantasy Valley were inspired by the witch bag of the Wu clan and invented this kind of container to transmit the usual energy and put it in the immortal soldiers." When it comes to the battle, if the soul energy consumption exceeds thirty percent, the realm will be damaged, and then the masters will use the immortal soldiers to replenish their energy and continue to fight. ”

Bian Liang somewhat understood, the so-called master is like a cow, the immortal soldier is a bucket, usually there is enough milk and water, squeeze it and put it in the bucket, and when you are hungry, you will eat milk first, and if the milk is not enough, you will drink the bucket.

Hwarang! What kind of immortals are these, they want to think about these crooked ways.

He didn't know that the Wu clan relied on the witch sac to often defeat the people of the immortal clan across the border, and in the immortal witch war that year, the immortal clan was defeated and retreated, leaving only the Tianzun Valley in the Seven Valleys of Fantasy, if it wasn't for the invention of the immortal soldiers, the earth would have been unified by the Wu clan.

Although the immortal soldiers are small, the energy they can hold is often ten to a hundred times that of the frontal lobe!

With such a strong energy as the backing, it is not a problem to have one enemy and ten, unless the difference in the realm is too far and the strength is completely unequal.

"I'm a little weak now, can I use it to replenish it?" Bian Liang asked, then sighed.

When I turned the immortal soldier upside down just now, I felt that the entire space around me had changed, and I almost didn't put my life into it, and this immortal soldier couldn't use it.

The villain really shook his head, "The energy in the immortal soldiers has been imprinted with souls, just like a password, if the imprints are not right, the energy will backfire and attack the people who use the immortal soldiers." ”

"Backlash?" Bianliang shuddered for no reason.

The immortal soldiers are the soul energy of the immortal-level masters, and it is really thrilling that they can survive, and they must not easily move those strange things next time, lest they die and don't know how to die.

"You're thinking too much." The villain rolled his eyes, "This immortal soldier's energy has your soul mark in it, otherwise, you would have been wiped out long ago." ”

"My soul sigil?" Bianliang is even stranger.

How is this possible! Could it be that the person who left this immortal soldier knows himself?

"Whose immortal soldier is this?" Bian Liang asked again.

The villain's expression became serious, and after thinking for a long time, he shook his head blankly, "It's very powerful, a little energy can tear apart the universe, it is by no means an ordinary immortal-level master, it may be the body of other reborn bodies." ”

"Ontology?" The villain's endless stream of novel words surprised Bianliang.

"It's a reborn body that has grown up." The villain added.

"Hmm." Bian Liang nodded, remembering the woman's eyes that appeared in his mind during the retreat, and the strange words she said:

You're still defeated after all.

I have too many identities to remember, and I'm also defeated and want to be the next me.

I'm running out of time.

I used the door of life and death to cut off the seven emotions and six desires of your previous life, but let you not find this life in your previous life, hey, I don't know if I will be blamed for my future...

"What does the eye mean by saying these words?" Bian Liang asked.

The villain shook his head blankly, "I don't know, my memory is your memory." ”

"Go! Who to fool! Bianliang didn't believe it, "I don't understand what you just said." ”

The villain smiled, "That's the memory of the immortal soldiers, and it's fused with me." ”

"Immortal soldiers?" Bian Liang recalled that when he was backflipping, there was a blue mist floating out of the immortal soldiers.

Could it be that the soul energy of the eyes is inside?

The villain said that the eyes, like himself, are also reborn, and his soul can merge with himself.

Wrong! If it's fusion, why can't you feel it?

"Who the hell are you!" A cold current flowed through Bianliang's heart.

If the villain is really his own memory, why can't he feel his thoughts, but he knows his thoughts!

Don't... He's a parasite-like being! What does he want to do!

The more Bianliang thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

Zhao Xiangyi hugged him tightly and kept calling her husband's name.

Just as the husband was somersabling, the space around him was torn apart in an instant, just like when he was in retreat.

In the looming margin, there are colorful eyelash-like eyebrows fluttering, which looks extremely weird.

And the husband, no longer a three-dimensional person, has become a flattened oil painting, embedded in the cracks.

This oil painting keeps twisting in the wind, and the husband's body is also strangely twisted, and what is even more strange is that the clothes on his body, like the old pastor in the oil painting, fall off from the painting, and fly in the cracks, getting smaller and smaller.

Zhao Xiangyi was in a hurry, ignoring the danger, and hurriedly ran forward, trying to drag her husband's painting out of the crack.

She was afraid, afraid that her husband would disappear in the painting, just like clothes.

However, something strange happened, the painting was like dust reflected in the window by the sun, which could be seen but not touched.

Her hand easily penetrated the painting, but everything in the painting seemed to not exist in this world, leaving no trace on her hand!

Zhao Xiangyi was scared, she was afraid that her husband would leave like this!

She wanted to call someone for help, and she thought of this weird appearance, and she couldn't let others see it!

So she opened the soundproof cover and called out loudly!

It didn't take long for her shouts to do their job, and the crack turned into a blue mist and disappeared, and the husband fell naked to the floor.

Zhao Xiangyi cried with joy and hugged him tightly.

However, although her husband was breathing evenly, her eyes were closed, and no matter how much she screamed, she did not respond.

Zhao Xiangyi refused to give up and kept shouting hard.

The husband shook like a convulsion occasionally, but there was no other reaction.

Until this moment, his body was visibly cold.

"Husband! Come on! You've got to hold on! Zhao Xiangyi's heart was like a knife, and tears couldn't help dripping.

At this moment, someone suddenly spoke in the room, which startled her.

"What's wrong with him?" It was a woman who spoke.

The house was locked, the door was never opened, how did the people get in?

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