God-level Punishment System

This is the biggest difference between the later period of Yijing and the warriors in the early and mid-term.

With the strength of the soul body of the warriors in the early and middle stages of the artistic conception, they can also get the soul body out of the Shenting acupoint, but they dare not let the soul body out of the body.

Any uncertain factor from the outside world can kill their souls.

Let their body become an empty shell.

But the artistic conception is different in the later stage, which is a level of qualitative change.

In the early and mid-stage, there are six layers, accumulating soul power, making the soul power deep and the soul body more solid.

After the seventh level of artistic conception.

Then the soul body can be separated from the body. When the body dies, there will be a period of time to find a suitable body, live in the body, and then seize the spirit power of the martial artist, exchange for another body, and continue to survive.

Although the body is different, the soul is the same person, so a disguised resurrection can be achieved.

And this figure in Ling Zhi's sea of ​​knowledge is indeed the soul body of the corpse in the cabin, and he wants to seize him at this moment.

In the shadow of Ling Zhi's knowledge, the appearance gradually became clear.

An old man with gloomy eyes appeared here.

"Tsk tusk, the degree of solidification of the soul body is not weaker than the middle stage of the artistic conception, right? Why, has not broken through, such a big determination, to be in a perfect state, the artistic conception?"

Standing in the cluster, the old man said, not half anxious.

"roll!"

Ling Zhi shouted in his heart.

The Sea of ​​Consciousness is where his soul is, and what he thinks in his heart will naturally condense here.

The old man smiled easily and didn't care,

"You can resist the freezing power that I leave behind and take away my things. Your body strength seems pretty good."

"Unexpectedly, where the old man has been guarding for nearly a thousand years, he can actually wait for such a superb object."

The old man laughed,

"With this body, I can definitely quickly recover to my peak strength. I'm not allowed to go to the king state. I really want me to prosper and return with glory!"

Ling Zhi was secretly anxious, and there were too few warriors in the later stage of the mood, which made him have no guard and guard against the seizure, but he didn't want this time but suddenly he was unable to control the soul to resist, so he could only be anxious.

"But what is sitting under your soul body? A stone tablet?"

The old man cried out in surprise,

"The stone stele that can know the sea is not bad. It seems that you are very comfortable. This opportunity is also very good."

A warrior who seizes a house can not only get his body and aptitude, but also his chance and heart.

In other words, to seize the house is to seize the whole thing! Thousands of years ago, there was a large sect in Xuanzhou, and it grew to the point where it was about to rival the Heart Sect of the Fallen Leaves.

However, their Young Sect Master suddenly launched a killing precept when he took over the position of the Sect Master, using the sect formation to kill thousands of sect disciples in a living town, drawing the blood of all the disciples.

In the end, the world learned that the young master of the sect had long been taken away by a demon. For these years, he has been using the resources of this sect to restore his strength. The people around him are doing the same, but the soul is not the horror of that soul. Sense, caused great turbulence at the time.

In the end, it was led by Luoyezong and other sects, united with the four masters, carried out a year-long encirclement and suppression, and paid a great price, only to punish the demon, and the matter only subsided.

Step by step, the old man watched everything in Ling Zhi's Knowledge Sea unhurriedly, and seemed to have regarded them all as his own, just as relaxed and comfortable as in his back garden.

A physique martial artist who can't use the soul body really has no way to seize the house.

At most, relying on strong willpower to hold on for a while.

But no one can sustain it forever in despair based solely on willpower.

Ling Zhi's soul body faintly sensed the danger, his face became a little jealous, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the old man.

"Oh, you have reached this point. It seems that if you give you a few more days, you can break into the artistic conception. If you come again at that time, I am afraid I will still find it tricky and troublesome."

The old man said in surprise, looking directly at Ling Zhi's soul body.

"It's a pity, it's a pity that you can only accomplish your great act of breaking through your artistic conception by me."

The old man Xu hasn't had a word for thousands of years. At this moment, Ling Zhi knows that he is in the middle of his victory. On the contrary, he talks a lot of nonsense, and his mouth is not willing to stop for a moment.

Ling Zhi watched him walking towards his soul body little by little, but his brows wrinkled lightly.

Because the old man is within a few feet of his soul body at this moment, according to the past situation,

"town"

The word monument should be suppressed and attacked.

But this time,

"town"

The word monument, but there was no movement at all.

Is it because the old man came in with soul lift instead of soul power, so I can't notice it? Ling Zhi's heart slammed, and he was suddenly blessed. He was confident that he would use his willpower to contend with the old man, even for one year, two years, or even longer.

But he didn't dare and couldn't consume it like this.

He still has too many things to do, and he can't afford to spend such time!

"What are these nine drops of colorful?"

The old man took a deep breath, his illusory soul body was actually solidified a bit, and a thick surprise appeared on his face.

"It can make my soul body recover so quickly, what kind of treasure is this?"

The old man exclaimed, then laughed wildly,

"With these nine drops, I can recover to my peak strength. It doesn't take years, just a few days, just a few days!"

"Tremble, a strong artistic conception who is less than twenty years old is about to be born!"

The old man suddenly became energetic and grabbed Ling Zhi's soul body.

Ling Zhi's eyes condensed, and his mind reached the extreme, ready to fight the old man to the end.

Even if they die together, he will not let the old man occupy his body! Hum.

However, at the moment when the old man was about to meet the spirit body of Ling Zhi,

"town"

The word monument moved.

This time, it's not about shaking out the waves again and killing the enemy.

Instead, it exuded a peculiar suction force, and all of a sudden, it sucked the old man's soul into the sky above the stone tablet.

No matter how old the old man resists, it has no effect at all.

"town"

In front of the word monument, he could only let him control.

Although the old man is the pinnacle powerhouse of the ninth level of artistic conception, his soul body is weak to the extreme after all.

"what is this!"

The old man’s horrified big sword stele shook, and his power reappeared. In the old man’s soul body, all the spirit power gushed downward.