Infinite Sims

"Is the old thing dead?"

"If you don't move, you must be dead. I'm sweating from the beating."

"Unlucky, I'm going to sleep with the corpse later."

"Just throw him outside, it sounds a little hungry."

The rascals stopped, talking and laughing at each other.

For them, a life is not as important as what they will eat tomorrow.

"Looking at this old thing makes me angry!"

The rogue leader was still feeling puzzled, and kicked Fang Shouxin's head.

Sudden.

An afterimage flashed by.

Before the rogue leader could see clearly, he lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.

"Head, what's the matter with you, head?"

Seeing this, the three rogues nearby hurriedly asked.

"I……"

Just as the rogue leader was about to say that he was fine, he felt a dull pain in the left leg he kicked just now, so he looked down subconsciously.

There was nothing under the knee of the left leg, and the blood couldn't flow out.

"My leg! It hurts!"

The rogue leader still couldn't figure out what happened, but he was so excited that he rolled on the ground because of the severe pain that rushed to his heart in an instant.

Pain and fear filled his face, and even snot and tears flowed out unconsciously.

"What's wrong with the head?"

The three rascals next to him were full of doubts.

Although the rogue leader was very close to them, they couldn't see clearly in the dark night, and the sound of the heavy rain made it difficult for them to hear what the rogue leader said.

Boom!

A thunderous light shone through the hole in the temple roof.

It illuminated the rogue leader who was hugging his legs and rolling on the ground, and his calf, which was broken down to the knee, with blood gushing out from the neat cut.

The three rogues immediately understood the reason why the rogue leader was screaming in pain, but before they could react quickly, their eyes were attracted by another place.

There.

Fang Shouxin, who was judged dead by them, not only did not die, but also stood up at some point, staring at them with bloodshot eyes, and holding a blood-stained black broken sword with only half of the blade in his right hand.

Messy and disheveled hair, a ferocious and disgusting expression, and a terrifying appearance, just like ghosts in ghost stories.

After the thunder light passed, the surroundings returned to darkness again.

"Ghost, ghost."

"No, don't come here!"

"Fang Shouxin is back for revenge, ah!"

The three rogues turned and fled in fright.

They are just a group of rogues who have no skills and are unwilling to do things safely. They often put on a fierce look on weekdays, seeming brave, but in reality they are just a group of bullying people.

Seeing such a terrifying scene, how can there be any thoughts of resistance.

Not to mention, they already believed that Fang Shouxin was dead, and the man holding the broken sword in front of him was no longer a human being.

"Don't even try to escape!"

Fang Shouxin looked at their backs coldly.

The voice was hoarse and harsh, like fingernails slowly scratching on frosted glass.

next moment.

Fang Shouxin floated out soundlessly like a ghost, caught up with the three people who were about to escape from the temple, and swung the broken sword at them.

Under the storm.

This ruined temple located in the outskirts of the country, which has been abandoned for many years, is full of painful wailing and terrified begging for mercy.

The sound is getting weaker and weaker.

Soon there were only strange and inexplicable sounds left, like chopping bones.

"Four spots of blood energy, that is, four souls."

Amidst the black broken sword, Jiang Ren looked coldly at what was happening in the temple.

The four rascals who were originally extremely arrogant were now held by the beggar-like middle-aged man, stomping his flesh and bones over and over again.

This bloody and cruel scene did not affect him in any way.

half a day ago.

In that land of absolute immortality, under the thunder of the purple sky god that destroyed everything, after exhausting all the spiritual fluids of all things, he finally survived and was passed out of the land of absolute immortality.

However, the price is a bit miserable.

There is only half of the body left, almost all spirituality is lost, and the strength is less than one ten-thousandth of the peak period. However, if you want to repair the body, you need a lot of spiritual power.

But with this dilapidated body, it is impossible to absorb the spiritual power in the spirit stone.

And if you absorb the aura that is free in the air, the speed is not ordinary slow, not to mention compared with the thirty-sixth level of the Naling method, even when you just got the Naling method, it is far inferior.

Come this half day.

Jiang Ren had estimated several times how long it would take to recover from the heyday by absorbing the aura in the air.

The final result is - two hundred to three hundred years.

In this way, after the sword body has recovered a little, the change in the speed of absorbing spiritual power will be accelerated, and it will be included in the result.

If there is only Jiang Ren alone.

In the absence of external threats, even if the time is doubled, it is not impossible to wait.

But his life has long been bound to Nie Xian'er. As a weapon, although he doesn't know if there is a life limit, he can live for hundreds of years without any problem.

But Nie Xian'er is a person, a person with an extremely limited lifespan.

Of course, if she can achieve something on the road of practice, her lifespan will also increase accordingly.

According to the existing three realms.

The lifespan of Qi training is 150 years; the lifespan of foundation building is 300 years; the lifespan of golden elixir is 600 years.

This is the normal life time when there is no hidden injury in the body. If you take some precious genius treasures regardless of the loss, it is not impossible to live for dozens to a hundred years.

Although when Jiang Ren and Nie Xian'er separated, she hadn't seen her embark on the road of cultivation.

But he still believed in her talent.

However, through the information he read on the jade slips over the years, he knew that a person like Nie Xian'er who bound his natal sword was destined to only become a sword cultivator.

As a sword cultivator, the most important thing is the natal sword. Once the natal sword is lost, the natural strength cannot be displayed at the original three levels, and there is almost no possibility of breaking through the big realm.

That is.

Nie Xian'er can only reach the Great Consummation of Qi Training Realm now, and her life expectancy is 150 years.

Jiang Ren couldn't afford to wait for two hundred to three hundred years of recovery time.

"In the absence of spirit stones, there is only one way to quickly restore spiritual power, absorbing the souls of those killed by oneself."

With a calm expression, Jiang Ren attracted the four bloody souls that were about to dissipate.

As for absorbing the soul and turning it into a magic weapon

How can there be so much control, magic is not magic, justice is not justice, most of the time it is an excuse for the strong to attack the weak.

Dealing with them is easy.

Anyone who dares to jump out and call himself a magic weapon will be killed first.

The four spiritual weapons turned into spiritual power, half of which disappeared through the life contract.

Jiang Ren was not surprised by this.

The spiritual power he used to speak in other people's minds and provide strength to others just now comes from spiritual power feedback, and it is not enough to cultivate by himself.

The outside voices stopped.

"what did I do?"

Fang Shouxin stood up in a daze, looking at the bloody broken sword in his hand, his face was full of doubts and incomprehension.

A thunderbolt flashed across the sky.

A few unidentifiable disgusting things in front of him appeared in his eyes.

Fang Shouxin took two steps back in fright, but stopped soon, with the joy of revenge in his eyes.

"Madam Shuang'er, I have avenged you! Did you see that?!"

Fang Shouxin's body trembled, he laughed and cried.

Let the rainwater leaking from the hole on the roof of the temple continue to wash over his body.

Crazy and excited emotions, it took a while to calm down.

"Thank you benefactor!"

Fang Shouxin raised the broken sword that had been held in his right hand, and thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

He knew that the power he used for revenge just now, as well as those two hopeful words, were all brought to him by this seemingly ordinary broken sword.

"I have nothing left. The only thing I have is this life. If benefactor wants it, then just take it."

Fang Shouxin said frankly.

He has read a lot of strange novels, and he also knows that there is no help for no reason in the world. The reason why this broken sword helps him is probably only for his own life.

And if he didn't have the broken sword, he would have died long ago, let alone take revenge on these rascals.

Now that he gave his life back, he had already made a lot of money.

Fang Shouxin could feel that his body was no longer as strong as it was just now, and weakness, hunger, and pain all began to come to his heart.

Jiang Ren snorted.

Even those four rogue souls can't make up for the spiritual power consumption I gave you just now, so what's the use of adding another weaker soul?

What he wants is not this person's life, but this person's body.

"Let go of your mind and give me your body."

Jiang Ren passed his voice to Fang Shouxin.

"Is that so?"

Fang Shouxin didn't know how to let go of his mind, so he could only try to lie on the ground, relax his body and mind, and no longer exercise any control over his body.

Feeling that his consciousness was getting more and more drowsy, he still couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

These scoundrels deserve death, but there are some people who deserve death as well. I really hope that I can take them down with me.

Jiang Ren felt his regret and conveyed his voice again: "In return for occupying your body, your hatred will be inherited by me."

"Thank you benefactor, I will repay you as a cow and a horse in the next life."

Fang Shou's confidence was full of gratitude, and he felt much more relaxed.

Immediately, consciousness completely fell asleep, and then quickly dissipated.

Fang Shouxin, who was lying on the ground, lost his pulse and his body gradually became stiff.

Sudden.

He opened his eyes again, but there was a trace of clarity in the cloudy eyes.

Today's Fang Shouxin is no longer Fang Shouxin, but Jiang Ren who occupies his body.

"Have bodily sensations."

Jiang Ren raised his empty left hand and clenched his fist, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's really nostalgic."

Nearly a hundred years.

Although he couldn't find any exercises to practice, he found a lot of weird techniques that could be practiced, and he practiced them frequently in his spare time.

What is being used now is the technique called "Containing the Puppet Spirit".

As long as a soul is attached to a person's body in a special way before he is about to die, he can occupy his body.

If during this process, the original owner of this body is willing to relax and resist, then not only can this body be occupied faster, but also a few days of adaptation period can be skipped, and the body can be directly controlled.

The ability seems to be powerful, but it is actually extremely helpful.

Because this technique has two very strict restrictions.

First, the caster must be several grades stronger than the body provider, and this technique cannot prolong the lifespan, and even shortens the lifespan.

Second, this is not changing a body, but controlling a body, the main body is still the original one, so the initial distance between the caster's main body and the controlled body cannot exceed a hundred feet.

However, this restriction is dispensable to Jiang Ren.

After all, he didn't even know how many years he lived.

And with the body under control to hold his own body, direct zero-distance contact does not need to be as far as a hundred feet away.