It is a wraith, with invisible locks on its body.

In fact, resentful souls don't care about the body, their body is the soul, the soul is the body, and the unity of the body and soul seems to be easy to mislead people into the description of the climax of the realm is not suitable for resentful souls, they are quite miserable.

It is thoughtless, and its actions are determined by the person holding the rope.

It comes from a certain conquest and sweep, or something else, it has had a time of sobriety, it has been a lifetime, it has experienced reincarnation, it has been bathed in the sun, it has been a lifetime, it has been a spring and autumn, and it has also had relationships such as husband and wife, children and grandchildren. Of course, that was all in the past, and now those experiences cannot be recalled, and after being washed by endless resentment, it has become a thoughtless resentful spirit.

The resentful soul is relatively intact and can still be reincarnated in theory, so it is not a remnant soul.

Wraiths are not ghosts either, as they have no desire to devour and are controllable.

As usual, it rushed to the center along with countless companions around it, where there was an extremely powerful and alternative being, shining with radiance, and its task with it was to tear him apart, invade every corner with resentment, and become like itself after training.

Resentment is born of grievance, resentment clouds the mind, and the attack of resentment is simple and effective, that is, to release the accumulated resentment and crush it like a wall that is constantly closing.

And so, that's it.

The process is as simple as boring, and this resentful spirit has repeated it many times.

[Wraiths are actually very fragile, and with every battle, they lose many of their companions and dissipate completely; the wonderful thing is that even if they don't leave even a trace, those resentments still exist, becoming more intense, and making the surviving resentful spirits stronger.] After that, new companions will be added, waiting for the next battle. The next time it dissipates, the next time it gets stronger.

It is one of the luckier ones, having experienced many battles, and the pure Cheng dù of resentment in its body far exceeds the others.

It even has thoughts.

It didn't know that his opponent was a judge, and even if he did, he didn't understand the difference, but he did see that this opponent was different from what he had seen before. Not only is it powerful, but there is also a different aura on his body, and the results of fighting with resentful spirits are also like mud.

The most obvious difference is that after the companion who pounced on him was killed, the resentment could not be retained, but turned into green smoke and was absorbed by the robe on his body.

Is he the same as himself?

No.

Wraiths are naturally able to absorb resentment and release it to attack, and they feel the same way. The difference is only in the pure and the mixed, heavy or slight. That opponent absorbed so many grievances from so many companions, and there was no feeling of resentment on his body at all, and those green smoke didn't make much sense, watching his companions rush to pounce on it and turn into smoke, this resentful soul felt something that he had never felt before, and it seemed like it had been lost for a long time.

That kind of thing made it shudder in the middle of a battle for the first time.

It was terrified.

The perimeter is closed, and huge swords are constantly slashed above the opponent's head. It's as if you can split a mountain every time, compared to it. The opponent looks as small as an ant, ready to be crushed to pieces.

The knife had a rope-like aura on it, and the wraith knew that it was its master who was involved in the attack, which was unusual, indicating that the master had done his best, thus proving the strength of his opponent.

That person was equally all-out. Keep swinging punches, punches and slashes, and keep crashing the sluice knife into the air.

It looks like he's reaching his limit every time, but he just doesn't fall.

There are more battles, and the thoughtless resentful spirits have a little discernment. He saw that among the opponents he had encountered, the one who was besieged was not the strongest, but the attack he faced was the strongest, but he just didn't fall.

Countless companions pounced on it and turned into smoke, and there were countless companions behind them, swarming like a tidal wave slapping the reef, but they couldn't drown it. As the process lengthened, the restless spirit slowly realized what it had frightened, and felt more and more frightened.

It doesn't want to be like its companions and it doesn't want to disappear.

The most unbearable storage zài is also the storage zài, which wants to keep itself and retain hope.

That unique opponent gave it desire.

Fear is not what a resentful soul should feel, it looks around, and gradually realizes that there are several companions like its own appearance, wandering in the endless waves, looking for an impossible way out. Slowly, everyone turned their eyes to their companions, and some kind of inexplicable impulse was born in their bodies.

Impulse is followed by action, and the innocence of the resentful spirit determines that the change will come quickly, and after some deliberation, the resentful spirit suddenly pounces on a companion and swallows it in one gulp.

It was easy to do, that companion was weaker than himself, and he wouldn't resist at all.

Feel a little stronger, or a little clearer in your thoughts.

The wraith was silent for a moment, then pounced on its next companion, repeating what it had just done. Most of the rest of the resentful spirits around them didn't notice this kind of thing, and even if they saw it, at best, they just thought it was strange, they didn't know what curiosity meant, and when they looked at it, they still crowded and pounced on the opponent who had to be culled.

The resting spirits noticed it, hesitated for a moment, and began to imitate. They begin to devour their own kind, fast, efficient, stronger and stronger, and their minds are becoming clearer. Such things spread around, and one by one the lucky ones learned their actions, and it became more and more.

At first, the resentful spirit was at the forefront, and the powerful feeling became clearer and clearer, and there was a different kind of aura, and in a trance it felt that this was its own mission, a path, and something that its master was looking forward to, and at the same time it noticed that its companions began to fear itself and began to avoid it.

It's a good feeling.

So it worked harder.

Surrounded by companions similar to it, walking on the same path, the roar grew.

If this process were to be seen as killing, their efficiency would be comparable to that of the opponent who was being besieged, and as a result, the number of wraiths began to decrease dramatically.

"Extremely resentful, turn into a demon!"

In a trance, he heard someone screaming, and the resentful spirit, who was busy devouring, glanced towards the place where the voice came from, and saw the angry expression on the face of the man who had been besieged before, and the light on his body became brighter and brighter, and at the same time, the rope that held him to move tighter. It shows that the master is urging himself to hurry up and join the battlefield.

The resentful spirit walking on the road was a little frightened, it felt that the other party was talking about it, and was about to turn the spearhead of the attack on itself, so it became frantic and struggled to pounce on the next opponent

"I'm the Adversary, why am I the Adversary, or is my name the Adversary?"

Encounter a counterattack

This is the first battle that takes place between the Grudges. In the past, they were the most peaceful of their kind, fighting only against the targets assigned by their masters.

What's wrong with today?

The Wraith knew it was because of that person, because of the special sensation in him, which was like an awl that kept stimulating him, slowly giving birth to some kind of impulse

Let's fight, or we will die.

It was a similar existence that had swallowed quite a few of its kind. After several battles and breaks, convergence and howling. In the end, it ends with one side being shattered and one side being strong.

Without hesitation, the victorious Adversary rushes to the next resentful spirit that threatens to become the Adversary.

One, two similar things happened everywhere, and at some point, the surroundings became empty, and the adversary, who was immersed in the battle, failed to find his target, and suddenly woke up.

The sea of resentment disappears, and only one is left on the battlefield. with the master let himself exterminate the man.

In this case, the Adversary's initial feeling was that he was confused. Search your surroundings and look at yourself.

It sees the body.

Real body.

Dark is not pitch black, rough has a feeling of contact, and strong is more than just breath

And teeth, there are hands

What a real, full, and wonderful feeling!

"Whew!"

Howling loudly, the Adversary swore at this moment. Fight for this body from then on.

It set its sights on its opponent, the one who was still fighting against the sword, and it used the most ferocious posture and the strongest will to stake the opponent.

Don't mess with me!

It didn't feel that when it told its opponent this sentence, it was actually expressing a different meaning.

If possible. It doesn't dare, so it doesn't want to fight.

The first instinct after birth told it that in this battle, the master was wrong, and he was the one who was right to promote his own body, and he should not be provoked.

Fortunately, he was already very weak, his robe was dull, his face was pale, his breath was unstable, his body was full of wounds, and resentment flowed out. The Adversary knew that this was a sign that the man had reached his limit, and if he continued to fight like this, he would not be able to stand it.

Based on this perception, the Adversary thinks that everyone can have the possibility of "living in peace", even if he still has a rope on his body, and the master is still urging.

The master is wrong, he is right, he can't fight!

The sky is not as good as I wanted.

"Judgment"

In the dim world, the dazzling light is lit up, the clear whistling sound tears through the dark curtain, and the surroundings instantly become daylight. The light shot on his body, and the green smoke rose like a pillar of fire, and the severe pain made the demon forget everything at once, and he couldn't even hear the other party's words clearly.

"Ahh

The adversary screamed and pounced, pouring out the huge power he had just devoured, and fought back.

The world returned to chaos, the newly possessed sanity dissipated, and the demon quickly exhausted in grief and anger, shouting with all his strength.

"Why?"

In a trance, he heard the other party's response, his voice was weak, with a hint of luck and relief, as well as enlightenment and doubt.

"With life as the law, with God as the forbidden, this guy really dares to think about it, what is he going to do with this thing, can he eat it?"

The world was dark, and the Adversary came to some cold corner, slowly falling silent

As long as the opponent's coach is won, the worst situation will be alleviated or even reversed.

And vice versa, of course, if you are on your own

The black mastiff didn't want to think about it anymore, and when he realized that the poisonous sea was controlled and the iron-clad gold was in danger, he quickly made a difficult and decisive decision.

"Roar!"

Gathering his body and turning back to his true form, the screaming black mastiff gave up all his supernatural powers and talents, and made the attack simple.

He charged, using his body as a spear. For the shield, for the law, for the wall, rush towards the most fierce place on the battlefield and the most palm shadows.

Nirvana-level cultivation, huge body, innate divine power. When these factors are combined, the damage to both sides becomes extremely severe; the palm shadow is like a mountain, the mountain is huge, and every time it rushes away, the body of the black mastiff is like being smashed by a hammer. The essence is overflowing.

But it didn't care about that, it saw hope, and the space sealed by the palm and figure shook and cracked, and it could already hear the roar of rage.

"Quack!"

The black mastiff is crazy, and the enemy is also crazy, with a strange sound in his ears and a black shadow covering the sky overhead. The Tianxin toad turned into a mountain and pounced viciously on the back of the black mastiff.

Majestic and vigorous. The black mastiff's body sank violently, and the red lightning flashed, piercing its neck alive, penetrating, like a noose around it, and pulling it back hard.

The black mastiff has needle-like hair all over its body. Almost penetrated Tianxin's body, and blood gushed like a river, staining the black mastiff into a red mastiff.

At this time, if the black mastiff ignores everything else and counterattacks with all his might, it may be able to kill Tianxin very lightly. But it doesn't care about that. Just like the black mastiff doesn't care about the injury, the two sides use the most primitive way to fight hand-to-hand, wrestling, to see who can't support it, to see who can achieve the goal first.

"Ah nose, the king is difficult, coming, take the spirit!"

Later, the black shadow itself flickered a few times and escaped into the black mastiff's body along the wound, and with a long roar like a bell, the black mastiff felt that someone had grabbed his heart, accurately bit the soul core origin, and sucked it violently with the momentum of whale swallowing.

Who is this! How could there be such a ghost!

The black mastiff can't understand how this happened at all, it's not the kind of ghost thing that can be devoured at will, there is a way in the true soul of breaking Nirvana, blindly swallowing it is like taking drugs, not to mention that he himself is poisonous, except for that damn toad, who is not afraid!

Before subduing himself and destroying his will, who can directly take the soul and kill the soul?

I'm afraid, only Wang Jia has this ability!

Coming from afar, the little girl finally subdued the red cloud, flickered a few times to the front, and waved her hand gently.

"Whew!"

The severe pain regenerated, and half of the black mastiff's hind legs were unloaded raw, and when it was about to exert its strength, it stumbled and almost fell. The cage in front of him was about to shatter, and the black mastiff had already seen the figure of iron-clad gold, and saw it roaring in countless palm shadows and thirteen strange figures, like a lion king besieged by hyenas.

The white light tore through the space, and the vicious dog that had caused the red mastiff to suffer a great loss came this way.

As a mastiff, if you don't hate it to the extreme, you will never want to insult your opponent with a vicious dog, even if it only has a shape.

It was it that made the red mastiff who could have attacked and kill the opponent's own formation suffer a big loss, and the black mastiff still doesn't understand why that qiē happened, why the much weaker white dog can make the red mastiff suffer like that.

Now it's coming towards itself, and it's menacing.

Hundreds of thousands of flying ants roared and joined the siege with the white light, having seen the battle between them and Tucci with his own eyes, and the black mastiff knew that he could not fantasize about good luck.

Is the end of the road?

The thought flashed, and the black mastiff suddenly remembered that this was already all the strength of the other party except for the judge, and they all came to besiege him?

What about red mastiffs?

Only a red cloud was lost, only a vicious dog passed by, and the red mastiff fell to the ground as if it had lost its soul, and there was no movement in the middle of the sound.

It's not going to die, is it?

If the vicious dog is that strong, it will spank a fart!

Turning his head in confusion, the red cloud in his sight soared from the ground, roaring, crazy, rushing to the opposite side with a speed and furiousness that he had never seen before, rushing towards the mad spirit land.

"Yes, that's it!"

The judge is about to be finished, and with just one breath, he will kill him, destroy his robe, and the cage will be solved, and the crisis will be over, and he will be back on track. The black mastiff instantly understood the red mastiff's intentions, applauded loudly, and then stared fiercely.

"Be careful!"

In the distance, the ancient tree of Luosang popped out two branches, bounced eight hundred miles like tentacles, and went straight to the sky above the red clouds, and pulled down.

There is no wood in the world that is not afraid of fire, and those two branches are the exception, because they hold things.

An oven surrounded by ordinary people

(To be continued......) R1292