Seeing Gray Andre's appearance, Ron couldn't help but exhale.

To be honest, Ron never paid attention to the little bit of strength that this guy had improved, but Ron also had to admit that this kind of immortal favor was really quite disgusting.

This Nima doesn't die?

A layer of epidermis was planted in the entire ribcage, and the head and neck were drooped between the legs, and he could still stare at himself like a wild dog and talk harshly.

If it weren't for knowing that this was the Twilight Continent, Ron couldn't help but wonder if he was watching a ghost movie, this appearance was really too terrifying.

That's not all, the damage that Gray André received this time was very serious, absolutely fatal, and under this kind of injury, the effect of the immortal body could not even move normally when it was activated.

However, Ron could clearly see that there were countless raised marks, like tiny maggots, wriggling under Gray Andre's skin, although slowly, but there were really some places that were holding up again, and it was obvious that the shattered flesh, internal organs, and bones were gradually and slowly growing.

Such a strange picture made Ron's brows furrow.

He felt a little troubled.

But Ron didn't believe that there was any absolute immortality in this world.

Even a true god would die, let alone just a pawn watched by a repairman.

There must be some kind of flaw in this immortal body, there must be some kind of power that can kill him.

Ron's brain thought quickly.

Seeing Ron's appearance, Gray Andre, who had obviously fallen into a very miserable situation, was extremely excited, and showed an exaggerated and smug smile on his upside down head: "Do you really want to kill me?" ”

"It's a pity, you can't kill me."

"Even if you burn me to ashes and crush me to the dust, I can still come back to life."

"As long as you can't kill me, I'll kill you, and I'll haunt you forever and kill everything you value......"

"I've looked into you, Irelia, Serafina, and Cecilia, they're all women...... You snatched Deloris and hurt Delores, even if I can't beat you, I will take revenge on these women, and I want you to taste the taste of your beloved woman being snatched away and hurt. ”

"That seventh princess Agnes is also your woman, and the little girl in her arms is your daughter, right?"

"Quack quack, I can't wait, I really want to see what kind of expressions these women will have when they are played bad by Lao Tzu...... The methods you used on Delores, I will take all my revenge on your woman. ”

"You wait, that day will definitely not be too far away......"

Ron couldn't help but have black lines in his head.

Grey Andre was so sick that Ron didn't know how vicious and cruel he had tortured Deloris in his fantasies, so that he could twist his personality to such an extent.

However, this guy's voice is so ugly, where did he learn his laughter?

This guy's voice made Ron tired of it:

"Noise."

With a flick of his hand, the eye of the dragon god smashed into Gray Andre's head.

With a snap, the whole head shattered like a rotten watermelon.

This time, even his head was gone, and Ron could finally get a little peace in his ears...... Ron thought so, but this silence could not be maintained for even two seconds, and the familiar, high-pitched, hoarse voice echoed in Ron's ears again:

"Boom...... I said, you can't kill me. ”

The disgusting voice was even more smug than before.

On top of Gray Andre's mangled corpse, a gray-black mass actually came out, and it was ...... His soul.

That's right, soul!

The gray-black thing, wriggling above the broken body, gradually manifested into the appearance of Gray Andre, that originally handsome face, full of gloom and distortion, the mouth almost open to the root of the ear, was at Ron, wantonly released ridicule, not caring about his own broken body below.

What's there to care about, anyway, it won't take long for this body to return to its original state.

Ron, a stupid thing, didn't understand what a terrible power an immortal body was.

Never die, as long as you can live forever, that's the ability.

After suffering severe trauma to his body, no one knew what he had experienced, let alone why his strength had improved so quickly in such a short period of time.

In just a few months, he has conquered three terrifying secret realms, relying on the effect of this immortal body, no matter what kind of appearance the monsters in the secret realm tear his body into, he can recover as before, it is nothing more than the length of time.

Of course, the taste of the flesh being torn apart is not so pleasant.

However, Gray Andre doesn't care, as long as he can make himself stronger, he can have enough strength to save Deloris from Ron's bastard hands, no matter what kind of pain he endures, Gray Andre can endure it.

This guy's paranoia has almost entered a state of demonization, and no one can wake him up from his own world.

It was in these secret realms that Gray André harvested his current weapon, and it was in this secret realm that he obtained a potion that broke through the legendary level, and he even obtained a bottle of a solution using a drop of angel's heart, combined with a large number of precious medicinal materials, to refine the potion, which made his realm soar rapidly.

He thought that with his current strength, he could definitely easily handle Ron, but it's a pity that Ron, this bastard, didn't know what shit luck he had, and his strength improved even more than himself, so that he fell into such a miserable end now.

But, Gray Andre didn't care.

Anyway, he won't die, the more painful and angry he is, the stronger his strength will become, he will continue to appear by Ron's side, harass him, snatch all the women around Ron, torture him with the most cruel means, and let Ron also experience the taste of his lover being snatched away.

He believed that that feeling would surely push Ron into hell.

Gray Andre's voice did make Ron feel very irritable, and seeing the soul flying above his body, Ron slapped his head suddenly, and a flash of inspiration.

Damn, how did you forget that?

Gray Andre's physical body can indeed recover indefinitely.

But isn't his soul immortal?

Seeing Gray Andre's soul, not to mention immortal and immortal, his soul strength could not even be compared to that of cultivators whose strength was weaker than him, shallow and translucent, as if it could escape at any time.

At this moment, Ron blessed his heart.

He had a guess in his mind that he probably knew where Greyandré's immortal form came from.

It seems that Gray Andrew's physical body seems to be immortal and can gradually recover no matter what kind of damage he receives, but this immortality has a price, and the price is his soul.

He used his soul to recover from the injuries on his body and maintain the illusion of immortality, and it was in this way that his soul would be thinner than that of weaker cultivators, which was the after-effect of using the so-called immortal body many times.

Once his soul is completely destroyed, the myth of the immortality of the physical body will also be completely shattered.

Ron smiled.

That smile made Gray Andre a little puzzled, he didn't understand, at this time, why could this stupid man still laugh?

Could it be that he did not understand what kind of enemy he was facing, and how powerful his immortal gift was?

"What are you laughing at?"

Grey Andre's soul sent out an inquiry.

"I'm laughing at you, you're going to die, and you don't even have the slightest self-knowledge." Ron let out a sigh and said slowly.

"Huh?" As if he had heard some incredible joke, Gray André asked sharply: "What are you talking nonsense, I will not die or die......"

"Ah......h

Ron didn't answer Greyandré's question again, instead let out a high-pitched hiss.

The undead wail.

Speaking of which, this trick is really not used for some time.

Now, as Ron's strength is getting stronger and stronger, this move directly aimed at the soul is also getting stronger and stronger.

As the sound waves spread out, the soul in front of him was like a drop of ink dripping into a pond, accompanied by a circle of ripples, quickly swinging away.

Grey's soul was too weak to resist the wailing of the undead, and it was instantly shattered by the impact, and it could no longer be gathered.

In mid-air, only countless fine, dust-like gray-black substances could be seen.

A gust of wind blew, and these soul particles also dissipated with the wind.

(End of chapter)