"Just kidding......" Gao Changle's face was sluggish: "Bull head and horse noodles? Valkyrie body? ”

Wang Heng got up and looked back.

The tall bull-headed horse face knelt down at the same time and saluted: "Lord! ”

Wang Heng nodded, his heart moved, and the bull head and horse disappeared in unison, and then looked down.

A red robe dazzled.

Wang Heng frowned and looked at Gao Changle: "What's the situation?" ”

Gao Changle patted his cheek and came to his senses, and smiled bitterly: "I don't know, it turns out that Ah Le is not your guardian spirit, it really deceived me so hard." ”

Wang Heng shrugged: "I've never admitted it." ”

"So," Wang Heng looked at Gao Changle steadily, "You seem to be surprised, is there anything wrong with my guardian spirit?" ”

Gao Changle thought for a while and said, "I don't know if it's a problem...... However, the bull head and horse face don't know if it really exists, and the vast majority of the guardian spirits in Huaxia are the undead who have actually existed, and some cultivators are also to the extent that they have never entered the Dao, and the most exaggerated ones are just various ancient beasts. ”

Wang Heng frowned: "Compared to the ancient beasts, the bull-headed horse face is nothing, right?" ”

Gao Changle was speechless, and only after a while did he say: "If you say that, it seems to be true." ”

"But," he smiled bitterly, "is the bull-headed horse face a god?" Even if it is the lowest level of ghosts, but the gods are the gods. ”

"There are many legends of gods in this world, but there are very few gods and martial spirits, and every person who holds the spirit of gods and spirits is a strong person who has left a legend."

"Divine Martial Spirit?" There are too many new words, and Wang Heng has to ask questions one by one.

"Characters in myths and legends are summoned in the form of guardian spirits, and they are called divine warrior spirits." Gao Changle hesitated for a moment: "Generally speaking, the Divine Martial Spirit is extremely powerful even if it does not have a spirit person, and it is enough to be free in the world, and few people are willing to stay in the human body. ”

"What's more," Gao Changle sighed: "You still seem to be a martial god body." ”

Wang Heng rubbed his temples with a headache: "What is the martial god body?" ”

"A normal spirit parasitic can only have one guardian spirit, but there are some gifted beings who can have multiple guardian spirits, and this kind of person is called a martial god body." Gao Changle said, and swept Wang Heng's whole body up and down like a monster.

Wang Heng pondered for a moment, and he could feel that the so-called spiritual space was actually somewhere in the mental world, and it was ...... What I first sensed was not a bull's head and a horse's face.

However, he didn't plan to ask again, because the ghosts of this world seemed to be governed by the Spirit Realm, not the Ten Hall Yamas.

So how should the judge of life and death deal with himself?

So he only nodded slightly: "I understand the general situation, can you tell me about the method of communicating spiritual power again?" ”

Gao Changle pursed his lips: "It only took you an hour to capture the spiritual force field, what else do you need me to say?" ”

Then he showed a bitter smile: "It took me a whole year to capture the spiritual force field, and it took me three years to break through to the waiting life." ”

Then Gao Changle looked at Wang Heng's mouth that he wanted to open, and raised his hand to make a surrender form: "Waiting for life is the level of spiritual power, and we generally call these levels Hell Dao." ”

"Waiting, black rope, elephant together, calling, shouting, scorching, scorching, scorching, inseparable, from low to high. The total amount of spiritual power of the Parasitic and Guardian Spirits is graded by the strength of the Hell Dao. ”

"Oh? Then what level of hell do I have? Wang Heng was a little curious.

Gao Changle hesitated for a moment: "It seems to be a black rope level." ”

"It seems?" Wang Hengle said: "Can this still seem to be said?" ”

"Who called you a martial god body, there are many guardian spirits of the martial god body, and it can't be accurately determined." Gao Changle rolled his eyes: "And I'm not familiar with spiritual power." ”

Wang Heng nodded: "Then what's the matter with the clothes on my body?" ”

"This should be the spirit clothes......" Gao Changle hesitated.

"Spiritual clothes?"

"The spirit cloak was created by the guardian spirit for the host, which can isolate the host's human breath, and the defense is also good." Gao Changle looked at Wang Heng: "But I haven't heard of any unsubdued guardian spirits making spiritual clothes for the host." ”

Wang Heng nodded noncommittally and ignored the question: "Then it's troublesome for you." ”

Then he stood up: "Now that the business is done, let's go." ”

Gao Changle's face changed uncertainly for a while, and then looked at Wang Heng: "Can you be the soul suppressor of Longya Street?" ”

"Actually, I wanted to ask before," Wang Heng scratched his eyebrows: "You soul suppression generals are all hereditary?" ”

"How is that possible?" Gao Changle smiled dumbly: "The soul suppression generals are all personally selected by the Spirit Domain. ”

"Then why do you think you can control the soul suppression generals here?" Wang Heng raised his eyebrows.

"Because ......" Gao Changle hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said: "Because some guardian spirits value bloodlines very much, there will be cases where the father dies and the son succeeds." ”

"With the help of the ancestors who died before entering the spirit realm, in some ordinary soul towns, the alternation of soul suppression generals can be controlled by the people of one clan. The Spirit Domain also acquiesced to this situation, after all, it was more convenient for familiar people to manage. ”

"But it also depends on the candidate's personal strength," Gao Changle smiled bitterly: "If you want to become a soul suppressor, you must have the lowest spiritual power to reach the first level." ”

"I remember waiting for life to be the lowest stage?" Wang Heng raised his eyebrows.

Gao Changle was silent for a moment, and then nodded a little sarcastically: "Indeed, he is the weakest among the soul suppression generals." ”

"However, there are still many unpopular guys in this world, born in Zhensoul Street, without a guardian spirit, slow in cultivation, and unable to return to the world, in this Zhensoul Street, they may be killed by evil spirits at any time, and they struggle between life and death every day......"

Saying that, Gao Changle smiled instead, but it looked a little bleak: "I'm the lucky one, my father has no talent for cultivation, and he left Zhensoul Street to work hard, I was not born in Zhensoul Street, so I can live in the world." ”

"Originally, when my sister was born, my grandfather wanted to take her to Zhensoul Street for training, but my father didn't agree, but when he was born for the second time, he couldn't stand the old man's pleading and sent him in."

"It's a pity that the second one lived up to grandpa's expectations."

Gao Changle clenched his fists.

"Even though he keeps communicating with his spiritual power every day, his cultivation is still growing slowly, and he doesn't know how many years it will take to reach the waiting life;"

"Even if he cultivates his skills, he still can't defeat the slightly stronger minions."

"Even if he went to fight to the death of the undead, risking his life to force an undead to sign a pact with him to become a guardian spirit, he still failed."

Gao Changle raised his head with tears in his eyes: "Every day, watching my grandfather drag his body out to remove the demon, from the beginning of the spirit to the end of the face full of exhaustion, sometimes when I come home, covered in blood, all rely on the guardian spirit and spiritual power to support the body." ”

"But he couldn't do anything, so at the age of fifteen, he chose to run away and escaped from this hell."

He raised his head and looked at Wang Heng, with envy and hatred in his eyes: "How I envy a genius like you." ”