The 10,000th Rebirth

Chen Luo's current body is actually a condensation of the soul. This soul piercing directly acts on the soul, which is equivalent to acting on his entire body.

It was just a soul magic, but Chen Luo found that his soul was completely unable to resist.

This piercing not only brought pain, but also blocked his ability to move, making him unable to move.

Chen Luo only realized how big the gap was at this time. He didn't know any soul attack skills at all, and now he could only passively take the beating.

Chen Luo initially planned to use the seventh-level soul to crush the sixth-level soul of Zhao Wuji's clone, but he didn't expect the situation to reverse in an instant.

Zhao Wuji's figure disappeared again, and when he appeared again, he was already in front of Chen Luo and stretched out his hand to press on his forehead.

"Dead soul capture!"

As soon as Zhao Wuji's cold voice came out, Chen Luo felt cold all over, and a terrifying suction force came from Zhao Wuji's palm.

At this moment, Chen Luo felt that his consciousness was being stripped away bit by bit, and it was about to be completely drained.

An extremely strong sense of danger emerged in Chen Luo's heart. He could clearly feel that once his soul was absorbed, he would most likely die, and it would be impossible to reset it.

Chen Luo's eyes flashed with cold light, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Wuji, and slammed into the pseudo-divine light curtain behind him.

Zhao Wuji frowned, as if he didn't expect Chen Luo to have the strength to resist.

But Chen Luo's actions made him a little confused. He actually grabbed him and rammed him backwards. What was he going to do?

When Zhao Wuji was looking for Chen Luo's trace in the sea of ​​consciousness, he also came to this layer of pseudo-divine light curtain. After being bounced off several times, he gave up.

However, at this time, when Chen Luo pulled him back and rammed him, he strangely penetrated this layer of light curtain and entered another space.

Zhao Wuji was stunned for a moment. There was actually another layer of space in the sea of ​​consciousness.

He had never encountered such a situation before, and he was confused in an instant.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji inexplicably sensed a terrifying threat coming, because he saw a white ball of light in front of him.

The light was not dazzling, but not strong either. It just hung in the darkness, but it made him feel a great terror.

This was a panic from the soul, which he had never felt from a god even after his father became a god.

When Zhao Wuji was looking at the white ball of light in a trance, he suddenly felt Chen Luo's palm exert force, and their figures instantly dropped a position, and he turned his back to the white ball of light.

Chen Luo almost used up all his strength and pushed Zhao Wuji desperately towards the white ball of light.

"Ah!!"

Zhao Wuji let out a shrill scream. As his body got closer to the white ball of light, he felt like a snowflake falling into the fire, melting rapidly.

Zhao Wuji understood at this moment where Chen Luo had been for the past three years.

This guy had been hiding here, so he was isolated from viewing the sea of ​​consciousness.

Chen Luo just deliberately retreated to the pseudo-divine barrier, waiting for him to be fooled and chased after him.

As long as he approached without any defense, he would immediately pull him back into this mysterious space, and then destroy himself with that terrifying white light ball.

Zhao Wuji watched his solid body weaken a little bit, becoming as transparent as a veil, and he knew that he was going to die.

"Then let's die together!"

Zhao Wuji shouted angrily, grabbed Chen Luo with his backhand, and rushed towards the white light ball at a faster speed.

Although Zhao Wuji didn't know what this terrifying light ball was, he could see that Chen Luo's soul was also weakened.

He still had a clone, and the original body had returned to the original world, so he couldn't die anyway.

But if Chen Luo died, he would definitely die.

Chen Luo was indeed not doing well at this time, but he was not idle in these three years.

In fact, he had already made plans. If there was no way to destroy the soul of Zhao Wuji's sixth-level clone, he would use this mysterious white light ball to do it.

So for the past three years, Chen Luo has been trying to get close to the white light ball, just like testing poison, slowly making himself produce antibodies.

As Chen Luo expected, everything has an adaptation process.

As he continued to resist the power of the white light ball, from the initial pain, to the soul being almost scattered, to the end, he had adapted to the terrifying pressure little by little.

At the beginning, Chen Luo was about ten meters away from the white light ball.

But Chen Luo had plenty of time and patience. After three years, he could shorten the distance to 8 meters.

Of course, this process was very painful, comparable to the separation and fusion of the soul.

But the benefits were also very obvious, that is, his soul became more and more condensed, not only did it not weaken, but it was increased to a certain extent.

Now Chen Luo pushed Zhao Wuji to his limit, and he was only seven meters away from the white light ball.

Chen Luo's soul power was also constantly weakening at this time. In just a short period of time, he quickly fell from the seventh level to the sixth level, and was still avalanche.

Seeing that Zhao Wuji was going to drag him to death with him, Chen Luo could not let him do as he wished.

Chen Luo raised his foot and kicked Zhao Wuji in the stomach like lightning. With this force, he rushed back and quickly escaped from the range of the white light ball.

Zhao Wuji looked at Chen Luo in shock and anger, and roared angrily, "You will pay the price!!"

Zhao Wuji's figure was like a moth to a flame, flying towards the white light.

But it was only less than a meter away in the air, and it was annihilated in an instant, disappearing without a trace.

Chen Luo sat on the ground, unable to move.

After being attacked twice by Zhao Wuji with the soul talisman and being cut down by the white light ball, he felt that his soul was hollowed out, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers.

However, at this time, Chen Luo laughed out loud.

"Are you going to die?"

Chen Luo was forced to stay in this place for three years, and he could only pass the time by torturing himself with the white light ball every day. The resentment in his heart can be imagined.

If it were any ordinary person, they would have gone crazy long ago.

If Chen Luo had not been trapped in that time cycle for thousands of years and had not honed his inhuman will, he would probably not have been able to hold on.

After a moment, Chen Luo's laughter stopped abruptly, and he suddenly burst out with a curse, "Zhao Wuji, fuck you!"