Soul!

From the moment Mireimaru came into contact with Hazy, Wu Miao cared about these two words very much.

He vaguely felt that the secret about that man was related to the soul.

Why can the other party ignore the control of his own blood after transforming people into ghosts?

Compared with what means Hao used to transform into a ghost, he cared more about this.

If it weren't for this bizarre point, then all the inheritors now would have to be like the ghosts under his command, and they would be the only ones who looked at him.

Wu Miao has been so aggrieved all these years, the inheritors want to hunt him, and those people from the ghost killing team are also looking for him everywhere.

This made him dare not show his head at all, of course, what he feared the most was still hazy.

The Sanyashiki family has long been aware of some of the purpose, and they have seen it in the absence of misery... I also collect everything related to hazy at all times.

And today, he finally succeeded!

In the Infinite City, the three upper strings of Black Death Mou, Yiwoza, and Tong Mo gathered, and there was a Naruto holding a pipa on the side.

Under their gaze, Wu Miao plunged his finger into the skull of one of the inheritors.

Blood flowed from the other party's eyebrows, and his body trembled wildly, while Wu Miao closed his eyes.

In the depths of his consciousness, Wu Miao once again saw the familiar vague figure, the soul power that remained in the blood of the inheritor.

It's also a remnant.

Looking directly at the faint shadow in front of Zhihai, Wu Miao felt the terrifying soul coercion, even if it was just a residual thought, the impact and palpitation caused to him were still the same as when he first experienced it, so he couldn't help but panic.

It's just that now he didn't run away or return to reality and cut off his mental induction.

Because, after countless attempts, Wu Miao finally felt his 'ideology', that is, his soul.

From looking at the hazy soul at first, he didn't even dare to move his fingers, and now he can calmly look at his soul, which has taken a whole hundred years. Before that, Wu Miao didn't know what a soul was, and from his thinking and perspective, it should be related to his personal spirit or will, and he could guess it, but he couldn't really feel it.

If he can't feel the 'soul form', he can't do anything to the will of the hazy.

After countless attempts, he finally pushed open this mysterious door, from the first time it only appeared in the form of a 'picture' in the brain, Wu Miao can now concentrate the scattered spirit, form the appearance of his own soul, put aside the external physical perception, and reach the deeper dimension of life.

In the past 100 years, he has searched all over the world, found many ways, and also conducted a lot of research on biology, trying to find ways to strengthen his own spirit.

Although he hasn't formed a systematic cultivation yet, he is no longer completely a novice.

The main thing is that every time he touches the soul of the hazy, he will gain a lot, even if the process is very painful.

The more he learned about this power, the more obsessed he became, because he discovered the horror of the soul.

This power is far more transcendent than his blood, a more transcendent being.

He even had a feeling that the soul power... It doesn't belong to this world.

The soul has always existed in the world, but it is ethereal, and no one in this world can really develop it.

He has lived longer than Jiguo Yuanyi, and he is more than a thousand years old, so if there is anyone who knows the origin and evolution of this world better than him, he dares to say second, and no one can say first.

He was more and more curious about the hazy.

How did this man come about?

And the one who created this power?

"I've had enough of your eyes..."

The scarlet eyes stared at the phantom in front of him, and said coldly.

He still couldn't see his hazy appearance clearly, but the familiar gaze from the black shadow made his forehead bruise.

This time, he could finally fight back.

After speaking, the nails of his right hand swelled, and he immediately waved away towards the remnants of the hazy thoughts.

Smack.

When Limang struck, the hazy soul was torn apart in an instant, drifting away like a cloud of smoke and disappearing.

"Hahaha..."

Seeing that his will was uprooted, Wu Miao never had a sense of accomplishment immediately made him, who had always looked gloomy, couldn't help but smile.

"Even if you create a cultivation method of soul power, there is no leakage. But you shouldn't provoke me, what I can do, you can't imagine... At least, from the point of view of biological evolution, I am the most perfect in this world. ”

Wu Miao whispered softly, his tone excited.

Hazy looked down on him.

He is the ancestor of ghosts, different from the ultimate life of other species, and what others can't do doesn't mean he can't do.

Even without teaching, he was able to reach the soul and gradually grasp this power.

"It's time for you to pay."

As soon as the words fell, the consciousness of Wu Miao returned to his body, and he opened his eyes in reality and pulled out the finger that pierced the inheritor's brain.

The Inheritor fell to the ground.

Wu Miao just glanced at it, and in the next second, the inheritor's flesh and blood bulged and exploded like a balloon.

If the will of the obscure is eliminated, then as the inheritor of the ghost, he will be slaughtered at will.

With just one thought, the cells in his body can multiply indefinitely and eventually fall apart.

A few winders in the distance have different expressions.

Takeza looked surprised.

It took a lot of effort to capture this inheritor, and he was even injured... He was well aware of the level of this inheritor.

Moreover, as Wu Miao's subordinates, the events of these years have also made it clear to the twelve ghost moons that Wu Miao seems to have no way to take the inheritor.

Now, that balance has been upset.

"Something interesting, it looks like it's going to happen."

Tong Mo, who was standing beside him, smiled slightly.

With the passage of time, he and Black Death Mou have recovered their physical bodies, and they have broken the blood ghost technique that was originally used on the brain tissues of the two of them, and they have remembered the 'nightmare' they once had.

Wu Miao slowly turned around and stared at them.

Swept away by his sight, even Black Death Mou couldn't help but breathe stagnantly, as if in an instant, an extremely brutal and dense roar sounded in his ears, making his heart tremble.

This is... Auditory hallucinations caused by mental coercion.

As for the Zodiac and Tong Mo, their limbs instantly stiffened like stone carvings, as if even their thoughts were frozen.

No miserable adults... It's getting different.

"That god of martial arts... Hehe... He's alive, and I'm going to see him... He has on his hands something that I'm more interested in. Wu Miao curled the corners of his mouth and said softly.

Outsiders don't know who the legendary god of Yujian Wu is, how can they not know?

After speaking, in the shadows beside the three Black Dead Mu, several huge meat buns suddenly bulged, and several tentacles shot up, piercing into the necks of the three Shangxian like needles, and began to transfuse a large amount of blood.

"Give you my spiritual power, along with my cells, again... Be reborn from the fire, and then find him. ”

Wu Miao said in a cold voice word by word.

With the input of blood, the eyes of the three upper strings were dull, their faces were hideous, and the three of them were convulsing constantly.

Dense blood vessels appeared on the surface of the body, beating on the skin like small snakes.

What you want to get is not only the secrets of the soul that Hao has mastered.

And also... For a long time, he was most looking forward to the blue flower.

Because... The man must know something.

(End of chapter)