"Swallowing someone else's spirit?" Jiang Yuanyuan was stunned when he heard the words on the examiner's high platform, and looked at Ji Jiashu beside him suspiciously, "What do you mean by this?" ”

He didn't expect the young man next to him to show a stunned expression for the first time, looking as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Hey, Katsuki? What happened to you? Jiang Yuanyuan poked him, "What is that girl talking about?" How could the soul of a god be swallowed? ”

The cultivators on the Mountain and Sea Continent will have the Divine Soul from the fifth level, he is only at the sixth level, so he has not yet had it, but as long as he is a cultivator, he will have heard of it.

The Divine Soul is the soul that belongs exclusively to the practitioner, and the Divine Soul contains the practitioner's memories of the cultivation and the most precious memories of the practitioner.

But compared to something that can be felt like the true element, the existence of the divine soul is too ethereal. Cultivators below at least rank 5 can't feel it.

How could such something that could not be seen or touched be swallowed?

Besides, that girl is only rank seventh, how can she detect the divine soul?

"Swallowing someone else's spirit?" Hearing Ying Baoyue's words, Murong Heng's eyes lit up, and he looked at Ying Baoyue and sneered, "Former Qin Princess, you can eat indiscriminately, you can't talk nonsense, when will it be the turn of a seven-level pair of divine souls to make a big fuss?" ”

The next moment, he was full of sword fire on his sword, and strode towards Ying Baoyue with the black sword, looking like a ghost asking for his life.

"There is a penalty for saying the wrong thing," he whispered, looking at the girl on the edge of the stage, "Do you see anyone around you who believes you?" ”

In fact, as he said, most of the people in the audience were puzzled when they heard Ying Baoyue's words, and the cultivators were stunned when they heard this, but they didn't take it seriously when they saw the girl's realm.

After all, it is common knowledge in the cultivation world that cultivators below the fifth level are not allowed to talk about the divine soul. High-level cultivators looked down on her realm, and low-level cultivators without divine souls couldn't understand her words.

But some people are excepted.

On the examiner's high platform, Ji Jiashu stiffened.

Before Ying Baoyue said this, he actually had a question that he had been having for years.

That is why there is such a thing as the Realm Breaking Pill under the Heavenly Dao.

Why can pills alone make people break through the realm?

Although he knew that there were no wonders in this world, and there were always some shortcuts, the so-called Realm Breaking Pill was so magical that it was like trampling the efforts of all cultivators under his feet.

Why can a small pill break the cultivation level set by Emperor Taizu and directly improve people's realm?

What's in that elixir?

Ji Jiashu couldn't figure it out before until today.

"You swallowed someone else's soul?!"

Hearing the girl's words, he was struck by lightning, and his whole body felt as if he had been immersed in ice water.

This is a shocking sentence, and it is also a word that no one will believe beyond the prestige of the Northern Cold Pavilion to save the world.

But it was her word, and he would believe it.

Then he touched the darkest truth in the world.

It is called the truth that can help people break through the realm overnight and trample on the feet of other people's decades of hard work.

The way of heaven is indeed balanced.

What is unbalanced is the human heart.

There is only one way to surpass the years of hard work and innate talent of others overnight.

What you don't have, that's to rob others.

snatch it, and then use its strength to bully others and oppress the weak.

Looking at Murong Heng, who was approaching the girl step by step on the battle platform, Ji Jiashu had never been so angry and hated his current identity so much.

"Little princess, no one will believe you," Murong Heng walked over with his sword, looked at Ying Baoyue and said with a smile.

"At least I know someone will believe me," Ying hugged Yue, covering the bleeding wound on her chest and looking at his murderous sword, without a trace of fear in her eyes.

"This power of yours doesn't belong to you," she looked up at Murong Heng and said coldly, "The power to snatch people is for the evil way. ”

"Evil ways?" Murong Heng laughed when he heard this, "If snatching is an evil way, then there are more evil ways in this world." ”

"Besides, the Divine Soul is something that can only be had at the fifth level, and I can't afford to provoke the Divine Dance Realm if it's so powerful, how can I grab their things?" The young man spread his hands for a long time, but there was a hint of darkness in his eyes when he looked at Ying Baoyue.

"I swallowed someone else's spirit? I'm curious, why do you, Your Highness the Princess, have such a strange idea? Murong Heng approached Ying Baoyue and stared at her eyes.

"These eyes are so uncomfortable," he narrowed, "what the hell do you see?" ”

What did she perceive? Why would a Rank 7 cultivator be able to perceive an anomaly?

"I've seen a lot, and most importantly, I've seen people like you," Ying Baoyue straightened up with the sword in tow, looking at the young man in front of him who had some obvious sense of incongruity between Jian Huo and Zhenyuan.

The power on Murong Heng's body is indeed very strong, but the control of the subtleties gave her a sense of disobedience from the beginning.

This feeling is no less than when Ye Siyuan held Ji Mo's sword to show off his might.

The strength in Murong Heng's body seemed to be tied to him by something, and he struggled violently but had to obey, as if he was forced to use it for him.

And such contradictory forces, she has seen more than once.

Judging from the true amount of yuan, Murong Heng was already approaching the fifth rank, but the real fifth level of the blow, it was impossible for her, who was still staying at the seventh level, to take it now.

But now she's got two swords.

The rank is indeed very high, but the actual strength and lethality are not like those of that level cultivator.

Or rather, the killer.

She's seen a lot.

In fact, she had always wondered why there were so many high-level cultivators in that group of people.

According to Guichen's statement, at the beginning of Qianqin, cultivators of rank seven or eight would be regarded as masters, and when she arrived in Nanchu, she also found that rank six was not much among the families.

However, at the beginning, among the group of killers that Qin had been chasing her in the past, there were so many rank six and rank five.

"Murong Gongzi, you usually wear black clothes more?" Ying Baoyue staggered to her feet, looked at Murong Heng and asked softly.

Murong Heng's pupils shrank.

"Your Highness is an interesting question," he asked with a smile, "Your Highness has seen a man dressed in black?" ”

"Yes, I've seen it," Ying Baoyue said, "In the first round of the Beginner Ceremony, I also saw a person who set up a ghost to fight the wall and wanted to trap everyone in the mountains, do you know him?" ”

"How can I know that?" Murong Heng's pupils had become completely black, and he looked at Ying Baoyue and smiled.

"After all, we are a group of undead spirits who do not exist in this world," Murong Heng said softly, "Those who know the truth do not exist in this world. ”

"Really?" Ying Baoyue's pupils shrank, and at this moment, she finally connected everything together.

The participants in the Elementary Ceremony were never six countries, but seven.

From the former Qin to the Southern Chu.

From the first round to the last round of the Beginner Canon.

Those people have always been there.

The men in black.

It's always been there.