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As soon as Bruken Fantsey entered Hao Qi's soul space, he immediately felt something was wrong. This was an intuition. Just like an ordinary person standing in front of a beast, he even felt that his hair was standing up. But you should know that he is in the state of his soul now, let alone his hair, the flesh and blood on his body are actually manifested by the soul. He has never appeared this terrifying intuition. Even in front of the founder of the Spirit Tao, he has never seen such a situation. The only time this kind of situation happened was when the sixth-level scientist he followed created a personal armed force...

"No, trap! This is the soul of a great scientist..." Before Bruken Fantsey finished speaking, he saw an ordinary bald head sitting on the ground in this soul-realized environment, and he and many soul layers had turned into giants dozens of meters high. Seeing this scene, Bruken Fantsey became confused.

The soul is relative. The one is weak and I am strong, and the other is strong. This kind of battle at the soul level is similar to the internal energy pairing and fighting between warriors in the internal power realm. It is the most dangerous thing for each other. It is just that the soul-taste monks practice the soul, and the soul strength is much stronger than that of warriors of the same level. Therefore, in the battle at the soul level, the soul-taste monks can restrain warriors of the same level, and the appearance displayed is such a short and huge body comparison.

So the scene in front of him made Bruken Fantsey wonder again. Is this human who doesn’t even have the height of his soles really the sole of the warrior advancement? Can it really bring him any threat?

Not only Bruken Fantsey has such doubts, but also other soul-level monks. Why do so many of them enter this soul-level battlefield? Are you just worried about the strength of the warrior advancers? But who knows that when they encounter such a scene in front of them, is it also a so-called trap?

For a moment, because the situation was too strange, it was completely different from the hard battle he had expected. Instead, everyone did not dare to take action for a while, and the whole scene suddenly became quiet.

"...So, I'm really afraid of sudden quietness."

The bald head, who looked very ordinary, scratched his head, and he suddenly said, "Do you believe it? My body is obviously a normal person with hair, but from the perspective of the soul, I have no hair... Will it really become a tragedy that I am bald and stronger? I don't want it!!"

Jing... It's very quiet, because it's too weird. For a moment, all the monks of the soul level, including the third disciple Bruken Fantsi, didn't know what to say. They didn't even know what expressions they should use now...

Think about it, a warrior who is said to have defeated Zhai Nan and easily defeated Zhai Nan in the soul level advanced, driving an extremely precious mecha in this era, and has been escorting the warship into the spiritual transformation of the warship. When they showed the side of the soul trajectory crushing the warrior, that is, the battle at the soul level, they saw an extremely ordinary bald head, and they looked completely indifferent, and did not feel afraid of the more than ten giants that suddenly appeared. This is really abnormal, okay?

At this time, a cultivator of the Soul Level finally couldn't bear it and stepped on the bald head directly. He didn't know if he was nagging or planning to test it. In short, this kick could probably directly step on the bald head and completely annihilate his soul...

"Wait a minute, okay? I haven't communicated normally with people for a long time. Talking about it. When the last person who could communicate normally appeared, I didn't control my strength well. This time I must control my strength well. By the way...how did you pull others into this scene? Spiritual? Illusion? Or some special martial arts?"

The bald head's voice came from the other side. The soul-level monk raised his feet, and indeed did not see the wreckage of the bald head under his feet. On the other side, the bald head was still sitting on the ground as if nothing had happened. In order to express his innocence, he kept waving his hands to everyone.

This bald head is naturally Hao Qi. In fact, he is really not teasing these soul-level monks. He really intends to communicate with them. Although these soul-based brains are pitiful, they keep saying that others are monkeys, primitive people, etc., but now he is a person who has a desire for these guys with pitiful brains. No matter what, it is impossible to kill them like the one before, right?

He wanted to know how to pull others into the soul level, because this seemed to be the only way he could communicate with others at the moment. He just needed to communicate with whom he wanted to pull that person into the soul level. At least until he completely recovered, there was no more convenient way than this.

But this was just because he took it for granted that these soul-level monks in front of him might communicate with him? It was just that because the situation was too strange, they didn't know what to say for a while, but this did not mean that they were afraid or were convinced.

This is indeed the case. In addition to Bruken Fantsi, the other ten soul-level monks were full of divine lights, fire, thunder, and force fields. Several people directly turned into level creatures and blasted towards Hao Qi together. Such attacks, let alone a mere warrior, even Bruken Fantsi, the third disciple, could not bear it. I think this strange and weird warrior should be dead...

With a bang, the bald head appeared in front of a cultivator of the Soul Level, and then a simple punch was shot. The face of the Soul Level monk showed a hint of surprise, and then his giant-like body began to collapse, just like a balloon deflated and a sand boiled into water. It disappeared in just a few seconds, and there was no trace at all.

The whole scene suddenly became quiet, and the attacks still being released naturally could not stop, but all the soul-level monks had a short circuit in an instant, and they had no idea what was going on now. Until several consecutive explosions came one after another, a soul-level monk disappeared directly after each explosion, just like they were really just hallucinations or dummies, but the monks who were still alive all knew that they were definitely not hallucinations or dummies. They were each soul-level monk who was enough to change a war, and they were fighting powers standing at the peak of the Nine Sea World!!

But at this moment, they were like the weakest ants, knocked out by one punch...

"Retreat! Retreat!" Bruken Fantsey saw that his eyes were all broken. The other cultivators of the Soul Level might not understand it, but he was very knowledgeable and could see clearly that this seemingly ordinary mortal soul actually broke the structural nodes of the soul with brute force, directly destroying the tense soul of the Soul Level monk!

The cultivation of the Tao of the Spirit seems magical, but it is not worth a penny. In fact, the so-called ghosts, souls, and souls all rely on the free energy of heaven and earth to enter the body, and then use mental power to condense the nodes, and then fill the basic essence of one's own spirit son. Using a more vivid metaphor, it is probably to make a mold, then pour liquid metal into the mold, and wait for the metal to cool down to form some models.

All visualization practice methods are actually the process of casting molds. Some shapes and certain forms have special properties and status in nature, such as the most stable triangle, the largest area of ​​the circle, etc. These are actually the key points in visualization, and the key is the process of spiritual power mixing free energy in the world. This is the qualification. The better the qualification, the stronger the mold can be cast, and the stronger the essence of the spiritual son base after the change. From the ghost layer to the soul layer, from the soul layer to the soul layer, the change of each level is the enhancement of the mold, and then the essence of the spiritual son base in the mold produces a qualitative change. After reaching the soul layer, the mold and the spiritual son base base are almost integrated. Only the pure yang breath, such as the positive particle energy, is required to merge the two. If it is completely integrated, then the soul will completely abandon the ** and live in the world forever.

Therefore, among the cultivators of the Divine Soul Path, the ghost layer and the soul layer will also be afraid of energy weapons, because the energy of the energy weapon can destroy the structural nodes of their souls, that is, it destroys the stability of the mold, causing the essence of the spirit son to leak and die. However, after reaching the Divine Soul Path, the mold and the basic essence of the Spirit Slave have begun to merge. This kind of damage can be said to be insignificant. Perhaps the concentrated bombardment of the super powerful energy weapon may kill the cultivators of the Divine Soul Path, but that is no longer what the current technological level can achieve. Because of this, unless the cultivators of the Divine Soul Path encounter an attack of the same level of the Divine Soul Path, they should be immortal...

But just now, a bald man achieved this condition with brute force, and destroyed the soul structure nodes of the soul-level cultivator...

Bruken Fantsey understood that this was not a trap, no, maybe this bald head was the trap itself, what exactly was he? An alien creature? An artificial soul? Or the personal armed forces of a great scientist?

"Did I let you go?"

Just as the living soul-level monk turned into a rainbow light and was about to leave Hao Qi's soul space, Hao Qi danced with his hands, one hand turned into a circle, and the other hand turned into a void. Instantly, the huge attraction appeared in a spiral form of energy. With Hao Qi as the center, the remaining soul-level monks firmly sucked the soul of the soul-level monks in the air...

At this moment, Zhai Nan was the only one of the soul-level monks outside. He hesitated for a moment and did not penetrate into Hao Qi's soul space. Then he saw that the soul projections of several soul-level monks who were still outside began to break one after another. This scene scared him immediately so much that he rushed thousands of meters away, and his whole posture was being knocked out of a psychological shadow. Sure enough, in less than ten seconds, all the soul projections of the soul-level monks began to break one by one, and the last one was broken was the third disciple Bruken Fantsi. This was a more terrible shatter than he was severely damaged at the beginning. These soul-level monks didn't even have a slight hope. They all... were annihilated...

"interesting……"

The deaths of all the soul-level monks, including the death of the third disciple Bruken Fantsey, made the entire battlefield quiet for a moment, and everyone was a little stunned. Whether it was the soul-sacred Taoist or the warriors, except for the silver-white warships that were still pretending to be the spiritual transformation of warships, the entire battlefield was as quiet as a painting. At this moment, an extremely low voice resounded throughout the battlefield, and then the entire battlefield turned into a black and white.

This is not visual black and white, but a kind of black and white from the soul angle. Everyone on the battlefield is trapped in a state where they can only see but cannot move, or even think but cannot think. The only two exceptions to the entire battlefield are Dongcheng and Hao Qi who is in a fake mecha.

Then the two of them watched helplessly as a huge spiral vortex appeared above the sky. The vortex was painted black, as if countless ghost souls were circling around the vortex, making various calls of unknown significance. This sound alone could make ordinary people feel scared and even unconscious, as if they were moaning and crying from the deepest layer of hell. Then, a huge black hand stretched straight down from the terrifying spiral. The target was the fake mecha where Hao Qi was. The giant hand was about a hundred meters. With a grab, it easily enveloped the fake mecha.

(Master, is it the master... Has the master arrived?)

Although Zhai Nan could not move or think, as the only surviving soul-level monk on the battlefield, his soul could at least bear the oppression of the black and white world in front of him. This thought flashed slowly in his heart, and then he saw an incredible scene. From this fake mecha, a qi force pierced the mecha from the inside, and then cut through the space and stabbed the giant hand straight towards the giant hand. Wherever this qi force passed, the black and white suddenly disappeared, and the colorful returned to the world. At that time, this small qi force hit the giant hand. It was dimmed in size. From the place where this qi force hit, the giant hand cracked inch inch, and the terrifying soul spiral was swept away, and the whole world returned to its original appearance.

It was not until this time that Zhai Nan saw exactly what was in front of him. The mecha had been broken and shattered, and a bald head appeared from inside. The bald head sneered at the sky, pointing at the same time the place where the terrifying spiral and the black giant hand had just appeared. At the same time, his mouth opened slightly, as if he was saying two words...

"interesting."

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