Spiritual recovery?It doesn't matter, I will speak out!

Chapter 22 What about the promised requiem?

Requiem is activated.

The pure white light enveloped all the ghosts in an instant.

And the ghosts who were about to move towards Jiang Xi, at this moment, seemed like zombies who had lost their target, and they all froze in place.

Seeing this, Jiang Xi also breathed a sigh of relief.

Needless to say, those ordinary ghosts must be obedient babies, and the eighth and ninth rank ghosts should also be restricted to a certain extent, but Jiang Xi is not sure that the seventh rank ghost will be obedient.

After all, requiem does not have the function of attacking, and the function of making ghosts lose their fighting spirit and thus become stable is more of an auxiliary purpose.

So if you want to completely solve the grievances, you should still not be able to avoid a war.

With a slight thought, Jiang Lan made a decision, first think of a way to quickly kill the seventh-rank unjust souls, then deal with the other eight-rank, and then take care of the ninth-rank.

Because according to normal logic, if it can resist the influence of Requiem, then the most powerful ghost should be the first to break free.

But just when Jiang Chou made up a simple plan to see how he could get rid of the Seventh Grade Unjust Soul, a sudden change happened.

Originally, the ordinary ghosts who should always be stable in Jiang Pai's imagination turned out to be the first to become restless, and the restlessness soon turned into a riot.

Jiang Lan couldn't help being surprised, because he was extremely shocked to find that these ghosts not only became more irritable than before for some reason, but their strength had also been terribly improved. Among them, the ghosts with strong evil thoughts even felt oppressive Ninth Rank Unjust Soul.

This is something that Jiang Chou cannot understand and cannot accept.

Ghosts are so exaggerated, isn't the wronged soul
Before Jiang Xi could imagine what the wronged soul would become, the reality had already told him the answer.

Ninth-rank Wrathful Soul is stronger than Eighth-rank Wrathful Soul, eighth-rank Wrathful Soul is stronger than seventh-rank, and the most powerful seventh-rank Wrathful Soul has reached a level that Jiang Ping can't even estimate.

Jiang Xi has not set foot on the sixth rank yet, so he lacks a benchmark, so he can only be sure that the seventh rank unjust soul must be at least the sixth rank, because the intensity of evil thoughts and oppressive feeling in it are definitely not comparable to the seventh rank!
This sudden change made Jiang Xi feel his scalp go numb.

How is this played?
Not to mention everything became stronger, but also became so restless, didn't he stay here purely waiting to die?
His first reaction was to run.

Although these ghosts have inexplicably become extremely powerful, their lack of spiritual intelligence after years of physical death is still an irreparable shortcoming. This is also the reason why Jiang Xi dared to face so many ghosts.

If you can't beat it, you can still run!

But before he could take a step forward, a scene that left him dumbfounded happened.

First of all, those ordinary ghosts, who didn't dare to approach the wronged souls at all, rushed towards them without fear of death, while those who were far away from the wronged souls simply attacked the ghosts around them.

Wronged souls are even more unambiguous, one claw down means the death of two or three ghosts, and after killing the ghosts around them, they rush to the nearby ghosts to continue slaughtering.

The seventh-rank unjust soul is particularly exaggerated. It doesn't simply kill ghosts lower than it. After killing one, it bites off its head and swallows it whole. After several times, the more it kills, the stronger it becomes. mean.

The entire hall was in chaos for a while, and the number of ghosts was also decreasing sharply.

But the strangest thing was that all the ghosts didn't seem to see Jiang Pai, and only played their lives to kill the same kind, making Jiang Pai confused and embarrassed at the same time.

"No. Dude, don't bite, it's dead."

"Hey little devil, take a look at me."

"Ouch, who bumped into me, huh? You don't need to kneel down, it's quite polite."

"No, who is inside, why are you sneaking up?"

"Damn it, why are you still beating me up? You haven't been beating me yet. I'm a bit lost."

In Jiang Shou's stand-up comedy, the happy time passed happily, and soon, only the original seventh-rank innocent soul was left in the field.

Jiang Chou swallowed his saliva. At this time, it had grown to the point where Jiang Chou couldn't understand it even more.

Apart from terrifyingly terrifying, Jiang Xi couldn't find any other adjectives.

But to Jiang Lan's surprise, the real man 1v1 battle still didn't happen after all. The seventh-rank innocent soul looked around in a daze, and found that there were no ghosts to kill, so he plunged his sharp claws straight into his throat, slamming He pulled out his head and spine, and then fell limply to the ground. After a while, it turned into a cloud of black mist and disappeared on the spot.

This strange and contrary to the common sense of physics, Jiang Xi was startled and froze in place, before muttering for a long time:

"Tuigui, you have to sacrifice Newton to pull out your spine, right?"

And when he calmed down completely, he silently watched the requiem array in front of him, doubts and bewilderment gradually filled his weak heart, his expression gradually distorted, and finally he couldn't restrain himself and shouted unwillingly:
"What about the requiem? This Goubaquan seems to have been injected with two catties of adrenaline, and he punched the same kind like crazy. Isn't this really a shock technique? Did I learn it wrong somewhere? Is it? Or is it that I am doomed to not use any normal things in my life?"

Jiang Chou fell to his knees powerlessly, slammed his fists on the ground with both hands, and shouted helplessly:

"Who the hell can't scold evil cultivators after seeing this?!"

At the same time, on the top floor of an abandoned unfinished building one kilometer away from the manor, a young man wearing sportswear but wearing old BJ cloth shoes, his pupils were shaking.

"Evil cultivator!"

He was sent by the old man Chao to monitor Jiang Pai. Although his cultivation base is not high, he has mastered extremely advanced physical skills, coupled with the ability to see ten miles away, he is very suitable for reconnaissance operations.

In fact, when the old man Chao had just realized that Jiang Sang was not easy, he contacted this young man. Jiang Sang was targeted and locked up before he walked out of the three streets around Chen Mian's house.

Young people have done a lot of this kind of thing, often playing the role of a stalker, recording the daily life of the stalked, and then reporting to the police, even if it is over.

But he never expected that this person who looked like a gai liuzi would do such a shocking thing on the first day he started following him, which was unique in his career.

Trembling, he dialed the phone:

"Hello? Master Ye, um, it's me, I found it, no, I didn't lose it."

"He came out from you, found a bicycle and rode to the southern suburbs."

"Don't worry, he doesn't live in the southern suburbs, wait for me to finish."

"Then he arranged a formation in an abandoned villa."

"What's it like? I think it's a bit like the Maoshan Summoning Formation, but many joints are different, um, you say"

"That's right, that's right, how do you know?"

"Oh good, then he took out a wooden fish and muttered something while knocking."

"I don't know, it's too far away, I haven't learned any spells related to hearing, so I can't hear it."

"Okay, then nearly a hundred ghosts appeared in that villa, seventy or eighty ghosts, and seven or eight ninth-rank unjust souls, and there are a few others whose strength I can't see."

"He activated the formation first, and after a burst of white light, the ghosts stopped moving."

"Then, the part I don't understand comes. It's only a dozen seconds before and after. Those ghosts suddenly rioted. For some reason, their strength has been greatly enhanced."

"No, he didn't fight them. The ghosts fought themselves. In the end, there was only one who was the strongest."

"I don't know. I can't even see how powerful it is. Anyway, I feel like I can slap me to death."

"After it was over, the last one who was left pulled out his head and spine, and then fell down and died."

"He's on his knees hammering the floor right now, looking very annoyed."

"I don't know, I feel like raising Gu, but it seems to have failed, but what is certain is that he is definitely an evil cultivator!"

"There are no signs here, and I don't know the address. How about this, you call someone first, and I'll go back now, at most 10 minutes, just wait for me to lead the way."

"Uh, wait a minute, it may take longer, I'm a little weak now, I have to take it easy, it's too scary."

After hanging up the phone, the young man glanced at the demon-like figure in horror, jumped off the unfinished building, jumped a few times into the distance after landing, and then disappeared.

Jiang Chou knew nothing about what happened one kilometer away.

So he just sighed for a long time, then took out the bronze statue and placed it on the ground in front of him.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter, that's it, eat as much as you can, don't waste it."

(End of this chapter)