Su Yang smiled and whispered softly.

There was almost no hesitation, he just hugged the City God Temple in the next second, and Shi Shiran walked into this monstrous resentment.

In an instant, a series of wails rang out in his ears.

Eerie, hideous!

"Why, why!"

"I can't die!"

"Hahahaha, if not..."

"Let's die together!"

The voice full of resentment reverberated in the air, and wisps of remnant souls continued to rise and fall in this whirlpool of resentment.

However, just about three seconds after walking in, Su Yang's eyes became a little red and bloodshot, as if he was about to lose his mind.

Feeling the change in himself, Su Yang grinned.

"So the grudge is..."

"It's crazy..."

"I thought... How dangerous it is..."

The next moment, without waiting for the resentment to deepen, Su Yang's eyes turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and that cold, indifferent gaze, even in this place of resentment, was extraordinarily special.

Perhaps the only difference is that Su Yang's eyes still retain the only trace of reason.

Seeing a remnant soul flying in front of him, Su Yang suddenly raised his hand, grabbed it, and stuffed it into the City God Temple.

Compared with the soul thought, this kind of remnant soul, the clay figure swallowed it in one bite, and it looks like it lacks interest.

But Su Yang didn't look disgusted at all, but enjoyed it, constantly grabbing the remnant soul in mid-air.

Soul thoughts are indeed scarce, but remnants are everywhere.

What a dangerous place is this...

This is paradise!

The clay figure in the City God Temple looked very snobbish, and he was initially lacking in interest, but after discovering that there were a lot of remnant souls, he also put down the shelf, stood up from the temple, and continued to devour the soul thoughts sent in by Su Yang.

It's like swallowing melon seeds...

Although I am not hungry, the more I eat, the more addictive I become.

Gradually, within a circle of three meters in front of Su Yang's body, there was no longer any remnant soul, and this whirlpool of resentment seemed to have been bitten out of a hole.

"The remnant soul is nurtured by resentment..."

"A remnant soul equals resentment..."

"Then can you just eat resentment?"

Su Yang had a whim.

For a doer like him, there will never be a conceptual and idealized theory.

Su Yang decisively kneaded the mass of resentment in front of him into a ball and stuffed it into the City God Temple, almost sticking it to the mouth of the clay man, and almost stuffed it in.

But the clay figure showed a look of disgust and was very resistant.

"Hmm..."

"Too low to swallow?"

A very vague thought suddenly appeared in Su Yang's mind.

Looking at the information that the City God Temple had transmitted to him, Su Yang looked sorry, dispersed this resentment again, and continued to move forward to capture the remnant soul.

Just when Su Yang was tired of it...

In the pure resentment, a pitch-black arrow pierced Su Yang's heart.

The arrow was completely embodied in resentment, hidden in resentment, almost indistinguishable.

It wasn't until it almost hit his body that Su Yang noticed it, and turned sideways to avoid it at the last moment.

But even so, there was still a bloody mark on his chest.

didn't give Su Yang a chance to breathe, and it was another hideous head that was turned into resentment and opened its bloody mouth, suddenly appeared, and bit down viciously at Su Yang.

"Is this what the god of joy said, the attack method of soul thoughts?"

Su Yang was thoughtful, and subconsciously mobilized the power of the immortals.

But the power of the fairy spirit had just left the body, and it was suppressed by the surging resentment in front of him, and it was completely unable to cause an effective counterattack.

It's like being in the middle of the ocean and trying to light a fire.

"So, here, you can only use resentment?"

"But I won't..."

Su Yang had no time to dodge at this time, and let the ghost head bite down.

A few drops of blood dropped.

Su Yang raised his hand and forcibly withdrew the ghost head.

In the next second, the ghost head dispersed, turned into resentment again, and merged into the surrounding air.

"Can you only fight hand-to-hand..."

"Looks stupid."

Su Yang muttered and slowly moved forward.

Covert offensives continued to attack from all directions, and under the cover of resentment, Su Yang could only detect it if he was within a meter of Su Yang's side.

Fortunately, Su Yang's reaction speed is very fast, and he can always dodge when he is at a moment's notice.

But after all, there are no escaping the scars of the Dao.

Just when another arrow struck, Su Yang didn't dodge, but stared at a certain place, grinning: "I found you..."

As the words fell, Su Yang stepped forward, not dodging at all, and let the arrow cross his chest, bringing up a trace of blood.

He reached out and plunged into the darkness.

When he withdrew his hand, he already grasped a soul thought in his hand that was constantly struggling and his eyes were fierce.

Even if he was caught, this soul thought still continued to attack Su Yang, biting his palm.

And Su Yang just threw it into the City God Temple.

The soul thought that was still resisting instantly became honest, and was grabbed by the clay man in his hand and kept gnawing on it.

It wasn't until the soul thought was completely devoured that the clay man hugged Su Yang's fingers and fed back the power through the blood.

Su Yang's wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he vaguely felt that his speed and strength were faster than before.

As for the change in immortal power, due to the problem of resentment suppression, he couldn't feel it for the time being.

However, on the Chenghuang Temple, the black lacquer that was originally only covered with half a layer spread about a third again.

It's like a little bit of decoration again.

"Soul thoughts, soul thoughts..."

"Where are you..."

"I seem... I smell the smell of pure resentment again~"

In this filthy resentment, Su Yang was like a demon, constantly walking, his mouth was babbling, his eyes were becoming more and more red, and even the last shred of reason seemed to be gradually dissipating.

Suddenly, three arrows struck Su Yang at the same time.

On the ground, there were even more 'snakes' formed by resentment wrapped around Su Yang's legs, restricting his movements.

For a while, it was like a lore game.

Su Yang, who had gradually lost consciousness, didn't even make a dodge move, let the three arrows pierce his body, suddenly turned around, grinned and grabbed his hand into the darkness, dragged out a soul thought, and stuffed it into the City God Temple.

The wound was still bleeding.

Including the wisps of resentment attached to the wound, blocking the wound from repairing.

But Su Yang seemed to not feel the pain, suddenly increased his speed, and ran wildly in his anger, but in the blink of an eye, he appeared in another place and grabbed a soul thought again.

And in the meantime, he had several more wounds on his body.

The muscles of the entire arm were torn apart, and the ground was stained red with blood from the constant flow of blood.

For a moment, compared to Su Yang, this so-called place of extreme resentment did not seem to be so frightening.