The cold blade hovered an inch in front of Ghost Xiu's eyebrows.

As long as Zhao Shenbi opened his mouth and took a breath slower, the thunder light on the ashes would penetrate through his skull, completely erasing it, and from then on, it would completely dissipate between heaven and earth, and the form and spirit would be destroyed.

The ghost cultivator was already so frightened that the souls of the dead were rising, the soul body trembled like a landslide, and the ghost qi all over his body collapsed in large areas.

"Fellow Daoist...... Daoyou ...... If you have something to say...... I can give you whatever you want!" His eyes were full of intense fear, and he pleaded bitterly with Zhao Shenbi, "As long as you don't kill me, I can satisfy you with anything! Even as your slave, it's not impossible!"

Zhao Shenbi's words were like ice water, and all his hopes were extinguished.

"Hehe, don't you know that people in the chaos ghost know that as long as the ghost here says something, they can't be believed no matter what?"

After saying this, the starlight in Zhao Shenbi's pupils burst out, and the soul power poured out, twisting like a whirlpool.

After the ghost cultivator was startled, he suddenly roared in a sudden realization, "You...... You want to search for souls! It turns out that you don't kill me, but you want to search for souls!"

"Hahaha!" Without waiting for Zhao Shenbi to speak, he laughed maniacally, "Even if I fell into your Tao and fell into your hands, with the strength of your soul, you dare to search for my soul?"

His pupils were full of resentment and abuse, "Aren't you afraid that I will be the main guest and fall into a miserable ......?"

Before he finished speaking, the ghost cultivator's heart jumped, and a chill suddenly rose from his muscles and bones.

Zhao Shenbi's gaze was extremely calm, and even with a hint of sarcasm, like looking at a dying clown.

The ghost cultivator's heart was beating like thunder, and he subconsciously wanted to explode his soul body, and the black qi on his body immediately became chaotic and distorted.

But it was too late.

An illusory giant tree with a pure golden body condensed out of thin air, filling his vision, and appeared directly in his soul like a root system growing out of the soil.

Projection of the Mirage Tree.

"Of course, I can't search for your soul directly, and I don't have that much self-defeat. Zhao Shenbi sneered, "But now, what about adding this mirage tree?"

The Mirage Tree suddenly shook, and the mysterious aura flowed like water waves, instantly flowing all over the ghost cultivator's body, causing him to immediately fall into confusion and completely lose the ability to resist.

Almost at the same time, a large gray illusory hand stretched out from the center of Zhao Shenbi's eyebrows, like a steel knife, and stabbed straight into the ghost cultivator's soul body.

Life and death soul exploration hand is the most accustomed soul searching method since Zhao Shenbi's practice, and it is also the most domineering supernatural power!

Under the flipping of the soul's big hand, all the memories and feelings of the ghost cultivator in this life were like turning a book, and they were browsed page by page.

And he was still immersed in the illusion created by the mirage tree, and seemed to have returned to the beginning of his cultivation, and instead of any pain, a sentimentality and longing appeared on his face.

And in the process, his soul body quickly dimmed and became transparent, almost shattered.

Zhao Shenbi's eyebrows flickered, and he quickly searched for useful information in the ghost cultivator's memory, his face was as cold as iron, without the slightest ripple and fluctuation.

If it were an ordinary monk, even if the cultivation was equal, he would never dare to look at other people's memories so unscrupulously.

After all, these memory pictures are mixed with a lot of emotions and will of the memory owner, and if you are not careful, you will go crazy, schizophrenia and lose yourself.

However, Zhao Shenbi's Dao heart is so firm, especially after comprehending the profound realm of the idea of Great Freedom, his heart is like a rock, and he is as immobile as a mountain.

Coupled with the fact that he has been practicing for 100,000 years, he has already read all the vicissitudes of life, and has seen the cold and warm of the world, and the memory of ghost cultivation in just a few hundred years is just a grain of sea sand to him.

After a stick of incense, the ghost cultivator's spirit shattered and dissipated into the sky like smoke.

From beginning to end, he didn't let out any screams, obviously the whole soul search process did not have the slightest pain for him, but as if he was watching a flower, he browsed his life and scattered at the end of the song.

This can be regarded as Zhao Shenbi's last mercy to him.

After all, in the final analysis, this ghost cultivator can be regarded as saving his life by mistake, even if the original purpose of saving him is to refine him into slavery and turn him into a ghost servant.

Thunder surged.

After a flicker of light in the hut, all traces were erased in an instant, leaving only a blackened cloud of smoke billowing.

In the smoke, Zhao Shenbi slowly walked out, but he was no longer the same as before, but had turned into a ghost cultivator.

Especially those dead gray eyes, without the slightest emotion and fluctuation, even if someone who is familiar with him is standing in front of him, he will never believe that this is someone else disguised.

"Taiyi Qingfu is really mysterious, and it is worthy of Chen Zhijiang's inheritance treasure that cherishes the abnormal. ”

Zhao Shenbi looked around, as if he was adapting to his new appearance, and muttered with some sighs, "It's just a pity, there is only such one, and now it has to be used to change Feng Ruyi's breath, I'm afraid it can only last for a month at most." ”

After a burst of ghostly energy, Zhao Shenbi had disappeared.

The sky is as gloomy as ink, and when you leave the hut and pass through the dilapidated caves like a mourning hall, you will find the hall in the center of Netherworld.

When Zhao Shenbi walked in, there were already three hands standing with his hands in his hands, obviously he had been waiting here for a long time.

The tall ghost cultivator at the head said coldly, "That's a lot, you're late." ”

Zhao Shenbi's whole body tightened, only to feel that as the words fell, there was a doomsday storm-like ghost aura rushing to his face, and all kinds of demonic illusions arose spontaneously, as if he was in Senluo Hell, and the eighteen terrifying scenes were vividly in his mind.

But after protecting his mind with the idea of great freedom, it only took a moment for him to regain his composure.

"It's dangerous...... If you don't have the ability, I'm afraid you will be exposed all of a sudden!" Zhao Shenbi wiped a cold sweat in his heart and said secretly, "It seems that this should be the head of the fifth-order late-stage ghost cultivation named Rakshasa in Netherworld...... But...... With his cultivation, he shouldn't be able to see through the Taiyi Qing Talisman, right?"

After pondering for a moment in the memory of the name "Naduo", Zhao Shenbi also learned his tone and said, "It's better to be late than not to come!"

Rakshasa frowned slightly, his face shrouded in shadows, but he didn't speak.

"I heard that Brother Duo is refining a newly captured fourth-order ghost, although this ghost thing seems to be a little different, but after all, it is only a fourth-order, and it can also make you spend so much time?"

Rakshasa didn't speak, but someone did, and the voice was sharp and piercing, like steel nails rubbing against glass, which made people shudder.

Zhao Shenbi's eyes rolled, staring indifferently at the ghost figure that was twisted like a water snake, and said coldly, "Seven Killing Ghosts, Old Man Doing Things, when do you need to judge?" If the other two people are willing to wait a little longer, I don't mind spending a few more days refining you into a ghost thing!"

As soon as these words came out, the black mist on Zhao Shenbi's body churned, like a hundred ghosts roaring angrily.

The atmosphere in the main hall immediately became as solemn as iron, and the swords were tense.