The best mysterious doctor

Chapter 1127 Not Zhu Yiweng

What happened to these innocent souls, that they were able to gather so much resentment that even the relics of an eminent monk were polluted like this?
I was surprised when I suddenly called out: "Nobita, you haven't been infected with a trace of resentment?"

Daxiong shook his head coquettishly: "Buddha is the real body of Xitian, how can he be defiled..."

"Go to your uncle, what are you going to do now, if you don't say anything, the brothers will just lie here."

I interrupted the kid's bragging and cursing.

"Oh, you listen to Lord Xiong, the soul is out of the body first."

I immediately went out of my body according to what he said, looking at my foggy white hair, I couldn't help feeling desolate, I'm only 20 years old!Just like a 50-[-]-year-old old man, and thinking about Yun Ruo still lying in the snow coffin in the ghost tomb of Hell in Sheshan, my heart began to twitch again.

"Hey, Ning Wa, come on, fuck them, are you sleepwalking?"

Nobita was beside me pointing fingers at my soul, shouting for a long time before I realized it.

When I looked up, I saw that above the heads of more than 50 armored bronze men on the ground at this time, the bronze-colored mist I saw before turned into a man in armor in front of me. warrior.

I vaguely seem to understand that these souls full of resentment seem to be locked in their respective bodies by the armored bronze man.

In other words, their souls are bound in their bodies, and only part of them can come out, so that they can't even reincarnate if they want to.

In this way, these armored bronze men are full of resentment. After hundreds of years of baptism of resentment, apart from the imperial power that they agree with in their bones, there is only resentment left. They don't even know why they can't be reincarnated, and they don't know what to do. stay alive.

They have only one thought at this time, which is to kill, kill, kill.

But because only half of their souls are in their bodies, their movements are slow, and when my soul is out of my body, I can feel their misery and unwillingness.

At this time, my feelings for them are complicated. As Daxiong said, if you can’t save them, you can only let them die. Sometimes death is also a kind of happiness. It’s better than being alone here and being imprisoned for a lifetime.

More importantly, my soul does not feel pressure at this time, and I don't have the feeling of the yin air oppressing my soul when I was in the tomb outside.

This made me doubtful again. I used to feel a strong crisis behind me before, but since entering this tomb, that feeling has disappeared.

Did that crisis come from the same place as the power that suppressed my soul before?
At this time, I am not in the mood to study this issue at all, because I am faced with the entanglement of more than 50 innocent souls.

Of course, the pressure they put on me in the soul state is far less intense than when I was in the physical body.

With my ghost king's soul, it is too easy to deal with these wronged souls.

"The other shore flower, the fire illuminates the road, bloom!"

Without hesitation, I released the Bianhuahuahuo, and patches of black fire ambushed in the bodies of more than 50 unjust souls. The Bianhuahua bloomed one by one, and almost in the blink of an eye, those souls were burned to death.

The brass-colored mist that represented the state of their souls completely dissipated in the air, and dozens of clusters of resentment gathered together, rushing directly into my soul, and I couldn't even hide.

In an instant, I felt that my ghost aura was a little stronger, but at the same time, I felt that waves of resentment were rushing around in my ghost king body.

This is the price of killing souls indiscriminately. The evil virtues I have accumulated over the years of cultivation are not enough to consume this resentment. In the end, my ghost king soul became more and more solidified.

Sure enough, resentment is the best way for ghosts to evolve, even my soul who has become king in the underworld is no exception.

Resentment may be terrible for us humans, but for ghosts, it is really a natural nourishment.

I looked down again, and the more than 50 armored bronze men who were standing scattered all stopped on the spot at the moment their souls were burned.

Their bronze bodies completely stopped their slow movements at this moment, and dozens of hook and sickle guns fell to the ground one after another at this moment. Those bronze figures seemed to be melted by the high temperature, turning into puddles of copper mud .

If there is anything left of the hundred or so armored bronze men, it is the sickle spears they threw all over the place and the bronze pots around their waists.

I took a deep breath, my soul Xu Su returned to my body, and looked at several people tiredly.

Nobita smirked, and Li Guan gave me a thumbs up.

Liu Zhihui was dumbfounded: "Okay, Ou Ning, you are quite capable!"

Yun Yun clenched her nose cutely and said, "Brother Ning is mighty."

Atu Gege nodded in praise: "Your ability is indeed very special. If there is an opportunity in the future, Atu will definitely ask you for advice."

Only Qian Yongzhen, this kid was picking up those copper pots on the ground, muttering to himself without knowing what he was talking about.

I stepped forward and asked, "Yongzhen, what have you learned?"

Qian Yongzhen shook a bronze cylinder in his hand and said: "Did you notice that these hooks and sickles, or this copper cylinder, have not been damaged!

You said that I use this copper pot to collect some liquid from the bloody swamp at the door, will it be successful?

I covered my forehead, this kid always thinks about his own scientific research, no wonder others can be a scientist but I am not, this is purely an ideal, not an ideal of my own will, who would not work hard for fame and profit Thinking about research, research, research?

By the way, Qian Yongzhen is not too young, so he never thought about getting married and finding a girlfriend?Is this still a normal man?
I patted him on the shoulder and said, "If we still have a chance to go back to the Bloody Swamp, I will find a way to help you."

Qian Yongzhen showed his white teeth and smiled happily like a big boy.

"Okay, now our goal is to get out of here as soon as possible, as for the Eternal Immortal Fruit..."

I sighed and said, "Save your life first."

A few people obviously agree with my statement, if the life is gone, the immortal fruit will not be immortal once.

The big stone gate couldn't be opened, so we put our hope of going out on Liu Zhihui, and the little girl looked left and right, and finally focused on the golden chair on the Golden Luan Hall.

The kid circled the golden chair a few times, but finally said suddenly: "This corpse does not belong to Zhu Yiweng."

Damn, let you find the exit, you suddenly said, is it necessary to investigate whether the corpse is Zhu Yiweng?
(End of this chapter)