"I have a few questions for you, I ask you to answer, don't talk nonsense. If your answer satisfies me, I might as well consider letting you go. ”

I looked at him with both eyes and said coldly.

To tell the truth, no matter how this fat monk kowtows and begs for mercy at this moment, there is actually no pity in my heart.

Not only that, but even the original fluctuations have become negligible.

I really can't understand why the strength of such a group of monks who are obviously in the primordial realm is so weak?

Not to mention the Ghost Devouring Sect Shaozong who was easily killed by me as soon as I hit and pinched, what about the group of followers behind him who added sharp blades and spells to me, but with the strength and almost negligible damage of a tickle?

Didn't you eat before you went out?

As for the result of my loud shouting of the True Qi Technique in the future, it was even more exaggerated, they actually died like that, and they couldn't even resist for a breath.

Could it be that these people are all papier-mâché?

If it weren't for the fact that I had seen Elder Han and his party from the outside world when I was in Dongfang Fort before, I would have even wondered if the cultivation level here would really be so weak!

Just like the fat man in front of me, although he still looks like a real primordial monk, in my heart, he no longer has any threat.

He is harmless, and at the same time has no weight, and it is up to me to kill and kill him.

It's ridiculous that just a moment ago, the same group of people treated me like meat on a chopping block, as if I could really do whatever they wanted.

"What is a spirit, I ask you?" I asked, in an irresistible tone.

It seemed that my question was too unexpected for the fat friar, and instead of answering it immediately, he looked at me with the eyes of a monster.

Although such a look was fleeting, it was still caught by me, and with a cold snort, an invisible aura whip suddenly slapped his body.

That's right, it's a matter of words!

As I use it more often, I become more and more proficient at mastering this ability, and I can already achieve the same effect without actually saying it at all.

There was no real sound of a whip hitting his body, but the next moment the fat monk was whipped away like a spinning top spinning at extreme speed.

Before he could land, the aura whip was another roll, which had already pulled him back to his original position, and it was not bad at all!

I learned this trick from watching the battle between my father and Taijitu before, and I was very impressed by the two whips of heavenly punishment that connected heaven and earth.

At this moment, although the power is far from being comparable to the real Heavenly Punishment Whip, it is also very satisfying to me.

The moment he was swept back, the fat monk almost subconsciously wanted to let out a howl of pain, but when he saw my unhappy expression, he hurriedly changed his words.

"I said, I said...... Please raise your noble hand!" he said in fear, the whip I sent out just now completely crushed his already broken psychological defense into dust.

"Presumably, the True Immortal Battlefield that exists here has seen it. There have long been rumors in the world that as long as the True Immortal Battlefield exists long enough, there will definitely be spirits in it. ”

"And the spirit is actually a collection of some true immortal battle consciousness or battle pictures!"

"Its body may be a creature that survived on this land before the outbreak of the True Immortal War, or it may be a lifeless earth and stone. ”

"But none of this matters, after all, with the True Immortal's move, all life on the battlefield will die. ”

"But how great are true immortals? turning stones into gold, bringing the dead back to life, and reversing yin and yang are just trivial things that they have at their fingertips!"

This determines that after they fight, they will inevitably have a large number of special life substances, which can resurrect dead beings and give life to soulless foreign objects. ”

"Although this probability is extremely low, there have been many occurrences in the long history of cultivating immortals, and these have been passed down from generation to generation in legends. ”

"These creatures that have regained life are called spirits!"

"They usually don't have any cultivation, but because they have that wisp of special life material left by the true immortal, they have become extremely precious. ”

"After devouring, it can not only help the monk heal quickly, but also have a probability of changing a monk's qualifications! ”

"At the same time, in the process of forming, these spirits will more or less absorb some of the battle pictures, move residues, battle consciousness, etc., after being devoured in the future, these will turn into the treasure of that lucky monk, helping him to go further on the road of cultivating immortals. ”

"Actually, we just tried our luck this time, the Ghost Devouring Sect is a small sect, and it doesn't have the strength to go to the front to fight for advantageous territory. ”

"I didn't expect that your lord would walk backwards after the True Immortal Battlefield dissipated, and we couldn't perceive the fluctuations in your cultivation at all, so we regarded you as a spirit ......"

"It's a sin that deserves death! a sin deserves death!" he said, slapping himself a few times.

Although I knew that he was acting, but seeing that he answered quite seriously this time, I didn't bother to expose it, and everything went with him.

"What kind of immortal is a true immortal?will all true immortals leave such a battlefield after the battle?" I asked, still without any emotion.

Apparently my question had taken the fat friar by surprise again, and he was about to express his suspicions almost subconsciously, only to change his mind in an instant.

"My lord, how strong the true immortal is, we don't dare to say, in short, it is a very powerful immortal, and the small one I guess should be a top monk like you, my lord, who has touched the edge of the Dao!"

He explained earnestly, and at the same time, I don't know whether he intentionally or unintentionally slapped my ass.

Needless to say, it sounds really good.

Obviously, he had misjudged my strength from my previous shots, especially the last two times that he had spoken his mind.

So I didn't expose him either, and it was obviously in my best interest to remain unfathomable at this point, and let him continue to misunderstand.

"As for the second question you mentioned, in fact, it doesn't mean that all true immortals will keep the battlefield after the battle to promote the destined juniors, this purely depends on personal likes and dislikes. ”

"Therefore, the complete True Immortal Battlefield is not very common, and from this point of view, it is still relatively precious. ”

"I wonder if you noticed before, there are a lot of monks gathered on the edge of the ruins of the battlefield before, do you know what they are doing?"

Suddenly, the fat friar looked at the reality and cautiously asked me.