reincarnation devil

Chapter 220
"What!" Zhang Sibo just woke up from a coma, and the back of his head was still very painful. When he was still in a daze, what did this man who broke in suddenly put his palm on his head again?
It was too late for Zhang Sibo to think, and he suddenly felt that his head became more chaotic, and his thinking became unclear.

He wanted to call out for help, but he found that he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth to speak out, and suddenly remembered that frightening touch of orange just now, could it be...

"Could it be...a soul search?"

Thinking of soul searching, Zhang Sibo stood upside down, and thinking of the tragic situation of the traitor that the sect master solved with soul searching, Zhang Sibo felt like howling in his heart. It was a feeling that was more intense than death. Feeling powerless, "Forgive...forgive..."

The five words that Zhang Sibo uttered with all his strength were limp. How could Long Qi, who was devoted to exploring the Soul Conjuring Technique, hear them?
In this way, Long Qi didn't intend to stop his kung fu, but seemed to have found the way. Zhang Sibo was terrified. He only felt that his head was about to split open, and there seemed to be a gap between the front and back of his head. It was like tearing his brain apart.

"It has to be like this!" Zhang Sibo thought that begging for mercy would fail, so he had to use that trick!

The livid purple in Long Qi's eyes slowly turned into blue, and some fragmented information slowly poured into his head, although every sentence was broken into words that could not form a sentence, but this was Long Qi's first sentence. The progress of peeking at the door.

Just as Long Qi was digesting these words, he suddenly felt an extremely cold aura coming towards him, and he went straight to his face. Long Qi was startled, and opened his eyes, only to see a large mass of purple-black mass in front of him. Yun Yun went straight to himself, and its source was Zhang Sibo on the ground!

"Grass!" Although he didn't know what it was, Long Qi subconsciously let go of his hand to defend, and after Long Qi let go, Zhang Sibo only felt his head cool down and felt much more comfortable. Seeing that person was stopped by this forbidden move , Zhang Sibo's expression became ferocious, "Go to hell!"

When Long Qi heard his words, he didn't react at all, because he was stunned. Before he let go, when Long Qi was about to defend, he suddenly found that his body moved forward very honestly, and then Long Qi only felt that his whole body was There was a sudden chill in the upper and lower tendons, followed by an extremely comfortable feeling.

Also stunned was Zhang Sibo, the smile on his face had froze, and just when Zhang Sibo thought that this person was bound to die, he only saw the cloud of black energy that he had placed all his hopes on hit the person's face On the door.

The man didn't dodge or dodge, but leaned forward, and when it hit, a red light flashed across the door of the man's face, and the cloud of black energy completely poured into his red light, from Zhang Sibo's perspective Looking up, the red light seemed to be a vortex, eating up all his black energy like eating snacks!
ate!

That's right, I ate it!
Zhang Sibo's black energy is the most important thing in Zhang Sibo's body, and it can be regarded as his foundation.The reason why the Yaohun Sect is called the Yaohun Sect is because they can do a kung fu called soul refining.

This technique is extremely vicious. It is to collect the souls of the dead and test them for their own use.

This soul-refining soul is the coldest and vicious thing in the world. It cannot be touched by ordinary people. The sect master once ordered that this soul-refining soul should not be used lightly unless it is absolutely necessary. A person can only use the soul-refining soul twice in a lifetime. And the price each time is to consume more than half of the cultivation base.

If Long Qi went to see Zhang Sibo's cultivation now, he would find that he was no longer a throne, not even Ri Ling.

But Long Qi didn't have the time to take care of Zhang Sibo, who was like a concubine, he now felt that his veins were filled with the cold aura he bought just now.

But this cold breath seemed to be beneficial to him and not harmful at all, every breath was drilling into his body, straight to the center, and during the whole process, Long Qi didn't feel the slightest discomfort.

Long Qi wanted to resist, when he suddenly heard a voice, it wasn't the palace spirit, but Taotie, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Don't resist, hiccup! This thing is very good for you, hiccup! It took me a long time to finish it? Hiccup!" Taotie hiccupped several times in a row, which made Long Qi feel sick.

"What is this, why is it good for me?" Long Qi muttered.

"This is the purest soul power. You kid has absorbed it, and it will be of great benefit to strengthening the soul!" Taotie said slowly.

"Soul power?" As soon as these four words were mentioned, Long Qi remembered the Samsara Sword buried at the city gate, "What will happen if the Samsara Sword absorbs it?"

"Um... I don't know, but it will definitely not be of much use, at most it will fade a little bit of rust!"

While Long Qi was still pondering, he heard the voice of Dian Ling again, "Long Qi, listen to Taotie, what he said is right, he will absorb it soon!"

Since the old driver, Dian Ling, said so, Long Qi had no choice but to recruit, Long Qi gave up resisting, and let the cold feeling go deep into his body...

After a long time, Zhang Sibo saw that this person had not moved, and wondered if this person had already died?

Thinking to himself, Zhang Sibo moved gently under his hands. Since he was seriously injured by the emperor first, and then controlled by someone searching for his soul, and now his refining soul is gone forever, Zhang Sibo can't use any spiritual energy, and he doesn't know why Something imprisoned him, and he couldn't even stand up.

Zhang Sibo moved the place little by little, and slowly, he was very close to the door. Just when he was about to ask for help, suddenly there was a gust of wind in his ear, and a force passed by Zhang Sibo's left ear, blowing There was a small cut in his left ear, "If I were you, I would never yell at the door!"

Zhang Sibo was startled, and turned his head to see the man slowly opened his eyes. When he opened his eyes, Zhang Sibo only felt that the aura around this man had changed a lot.

Looking at this very young-looking face, Zhang Sibo was so afraid that his guts would burst, he begged for mercy, "Senior, senior, I, Zhang Sibo, scared the dog's eyes and dared to come to Beicang, please, please forgive me. I...I will return to Beijing immediately, and I will never leave the capital in this life! Really!"

Seeing Zhang Sibo like this, Long Qi unconsciously put on his trademark smirk, walked up to Zhang Sibo step by step, smiled at him and said, "In this case, I still have to ask you some questions It's not my character to let you go just like that!"

"You ask, the little one knows everything without saying anything! As long as you don't use soul searching!" Zhang Sibo looked grateful, and did not lose the dignity of a master on the throne at all, and looked like a philistine.

"Soul search?" Long Qi murmured in his heart, and then he suddenly understood, it seems that the appearance of soul-hunting is similar to that of soul-searching!It seems that this person knows how to search for souls!
"what's your name?"

"Little Zhang Sibo, the master of the three sects of the Yuanmeng Demon Soul Sect, he is a high-ranking throne!" Zhang Sibo answered the questions quite slickly, but Long Qi only asked one question, but he answered three with soup and water. It's the name, and his cultivation and identity are all mentioned. Seeing Zhang Sibo so knowledgeable, Long Qi is also very happy.

Long Qi asked several routine questions at once, and Zhang Sibo answered them all in one breath, but there were also some questions, Zhang Sibo played a little tricky, and told Long Qi some ambiguous answers, and the result was...

"Ah..." Zhang Sibo yelled, and saw Long Qi stomping his right hand fiercely and deforming it. Due to the decline in cultivation, Zhang Sibo's physical body was no longer as strong as before.

Long Qi said coldly, "Tell a lie once, and I'll trample and break one of your hands, followed by your legs, and I'll trample your whole body to pieces!"

"Yes, yes!" Zhang Sibo burst into tears and snot from the pain, and Long Qi was speechless for a while, how can he return the throne just like this?
But Long Qi didn't know that this Sibo was originally a weak bone, and he joined the Demon Soul Sect to avoid hunting and find a backer, and his cultivation base was climbed by seeking opportunities. There are innumerable materials, earth treasures and elixirs, and there are even more fellow disciples who died in his hands than can be counted.

"What was that kung fu that you sneaked into me just now?" Long Qi continued to ask.

When Zhang Sibo heard the question, he subconsciously paused for a moment, and then said with a smile, "This is the kung fu I found from an ancient tomb. I still remember... If senior needs it, I can give you its mental formula. !"

This kind of soul refining is a big taboo in the Yaohun sect, only a few people can do it, and they are also told not to spread it to outsiders. If there is a rumor, it will be known by the disciples, and everyone will be punished!
Zhang Sibo is also smart, he didn't act like a fool and said nothing, but made up a story to deceive Long Qi.

Long Qi patiently listened to Zhang Sibo's story, and the smile on his face was even wider. After Zhang Sibo finished speaking, he stepped on Zhang Sibo's other hand. From Zhang Sibo's pause, Long Qi could tell that he was lying, but Zhang Sibo told this story vividly, so Long Qi didn't interrupt him.

"Senior, senior, what the little one said is true, why, why don't you believe it!" Zhang Sibo howled and begged for mercy.

Seeing his miserable state, Long Qi showed his white teeth and said with a smile, "I didn't say I didn't believe it, I just wanted to step on you!" The shape of Zhang Sibo's hand was gone.

"I said, I said, this is called soul refining, and it is a forbidden technique of our demon soul sect!" The pain was so bad that Zhang Sibo had no choice but to let go, and as he spoke, he was afraid that Long Qi would not believe him, so he told the whole story of soul refining. Qi retracted his foot.

"So powerful?" Long Qi couldn't believe it, "So, you are not the emperor now?"

Long Qi probed his cultivation base, and sure enough, he descended to Yue Ling. Zhang Sibo nodded weakly and said, "Senior, I've said everything, can you let the little one go!"

"Okay! I'll take you home right away!"

"What!" Zhang Sibo screamed, and felt a pain in his neck and lost consciousness.

Zhang Sibo died so inexplicably, and he didn't even know whose hands he died in.

Looking at Zhang Sibo's body, Long Qi complained, "At first I thought it was the throne, and it was still useful. It would be good if the Samsara Sword absorbed it, it's really useless!"

The secret temple spirit couldn't help but rolled his eyes, he told you everything, yet he is so shameless...

At the same time, Dian Ling also sighed for Zhang Sibo, fortunately you are useless, if you are hit by the Samsara Sword, life would be worse than death!
(End of this chapter)