Chapter Seventy-Two: Origin! (Ask for recommendation, ask for collection)

Bang Bang Bang!

The boy in white, every time he said a word, the golden light whip whipped away on the body of the resentful spirit, and it was almost just a moment, and the body of the resentful spirit was already full of holes.

"Senior, stop! I know wrong. ”

The resentful spirit finally succumbed to the majesty of the man in white, leaving tears of humiliation in his eyes, how could he have the arrogance of Fang Cai.

It's just that he never thought that even though he had softened, the boy in white still refused to let him go, but intensified it even more, and after he was proud, he was beaten again.

"Senpai? This son, Yushu is in the wind, suave, you are not a person, a ghost is not a ghost, you actually call me a senior, are you saying that I am old? The man in white said, the expression on his face was extremely embarrassed, and in the end, he couldn't get angry, and he was beaten violently.

“……”

The resentful spirit was speechless, and at this time he no longer asked for extravagance, nor wailed, as if he had become numb, but the only sign that he was alive was the tears left in the eyes, not counting the eyes.

And...... A low sob.

But the boy in white, as if he didn't pay attention, still whipped and said: "I know you, a dying old thing, you were the first to rush into the sleeping place of this son twenty years ago. Even you, an old thing, dare to beat the idea of this son, today you don't know whether you are alive or dead, and rush into this kid's spiritual platform, you should kill yourself. ”

The man in white said, as if reminding the resentful spirit to recall something, and he himself sat directly on the ground and whipped the long whip in his hand again.

And the resentful spirit who had given up any resistance and survived in humiliation, after hearing the words of the man in white, suddenly thought of something, suddenly raised his head, and looked at the man in white with a shocked face.

……

This space is still Lin Yun's will space.

However, it is already full of holes and broken walls. If this time is described as an ancient city, then at this moment, its spiritual platform space is an embryo with only a foundation and no city walls. Even the foundation is now cracked and almost cracked.

But within this space, there is a scene of extreme disharmony.

A man in white is constantly whipping an illusory spirit. And the spirit body, which was dying at the moment, still stubbornly raised its head and didn't say a word.

"Who are you? Who are you? The wraith asked again.

At this moment, he had long been frightened by this person's nonsense and forceful methods, and the whipping and whipping had already exhausted his natural pride and glory and trampled under his feet.

He begged for mercy, but was met with a new round of humiliation.

You can't survive, you can't die!

Even if it is surrender, even if it is soft, it is difficult to escape humiliation.

At this time, the resentment is deeper.

But despite this, it is still useless, in front of the man in white, it seems that all soul power is inferior, this is a difference in quality, just like the bright moon and fireflies, the difference in the middle, it can't be the same at all.

So he was already disappointed and desperate.

It's just that I regret it in my heart, I was in the scenery of my life, I was overpowered, and my resentment did not disappear after death, and my thought became a spirit, with the help of the Futu Tower, this special space, in twenty years, from a spiritual thought, relying on my own practice before my death, I devoured and absorbed it step by step, and became the king of all grievances now.

Originally, when the battle platform was restarted, he had already decided that this was an opportunity, a chance for himself to be born again. He was desperate to break free from the encirclement of Xuan Ku, and even used all the grievances in the five layers of the seven-layer battle platform and the five layers of his psychic spirit to delay Xuan Ku, and he took advantage of this opportunity to take away Lin Yun.

Thousands of calculations, but they didn't calculate, this Lin Yun has already belonged to someone else's mark, and the strength of his soul power is not comparable to him at all.

He really wanted to say that everyone is a soul, so why not be in a hurry to fry each other.

But the other party didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and it crackled, just a powerful beating.

It only made him sad in his heart at the moment, and he no longer had the slightest strength to resist.

But at this moment, he spoke, not for anything else, just because the man in white actually told the past.

"Who am I? You look at you and ask this idiot question again. The existence of this son, nine days and ten earths, is unique. Heaven and earth, this is the only one. The heavens and all the worlds are exalted for me. ”

The man in white said floatingly, with a kind of excitement in his eyes, as if he talked about his own time, and there were endless longings and memories.

"Let me tell you, when the time comes, I will make the sky dark, and the earth will not dare to darken. I let the mountains collapse, and the sea does not dare to roar. I let the sun rise, and the moon does not dare to rise. I let ...... Eh, forget it. With such an existence of yours, you will definitely not imagine the scenery of this son. Looking back on the past, who can understand me? Whoever can think, who can enjoy. Eh...... Invincible is a kind of loneliness, and the road is alone. The man in white sighed, and then seemed to suddenly think of something.

"You old thing, it seems that you are dying and can't live in peace. He even dared to ask Ben Gongzi back. ”

The white-clothed man's expression changed, and from his infinite arrogance, he became a little resentful, and he simply used the resentful spirit in front of him as a gas bucket, and splitting his head and covering his face was a wild whip.

Bang Bang Bang!

The whip sounded again, but there was no more crying from the wraith.

On the contrary, he still stubbornly asked, "Who are you?" Who are you? ”

The spirit of the resentful spirit seemed to have been confused by the golden light whip in the hands of the man in white, and there was only one obsession left, constantly asking the identity of the man in white.

"Tsk, that's good. No wonder twenty years ago, he was able to take the first step into the desolate forbidden land. It's just that this obsession doesn't go away, how can you turn your soul power into the most primitive energy? The man in white said in a deep voice, his eyes revealing a cold glow.

"Since you want to know, then this son will fulfill you as you wish." The white-clothed boy groaned slightly, raised the golden light whip in his hand, and said loudly: "Listen, this son is the master of your entry into the Ancient Forbidden Land back then. But you are more sad, my son doesn't look down on you, and my son's unrighteous and evil aura makes my son hate, so I watched a person who spoke a little cheaply, and walked out of the ancient forbidden land with the legacy of my son. ”

The white-clothed boy spoke, and with his words, a relief finally appeared on the face of the resentful spirit.

It seems that this sentence is the only way to explain everything.

"Now that you understand and are relieved?"

The white-clothed man asked lightly, a fierceness flashed in his eyebrows, and then his palm fell down with a bang, and he whipped it down.