Martial Inverse

Southern Realm Spirit panicked.

If Gusu Ziheng is a master of the tribulation stage at the veteran level, he must have practiced the celestial art of physical death and Nascent Soul's cultivation of loose immortals.

But Gusu Ziheng is a rookie, because he ate his fleshy Suzaku meat, he was lucky enough to break through to the stage of crossing the catastrophe, and he didn't know the method of Nascent Soul cultivation.

Especially when Du Jie was chopped into scum, without the technique of Nascent Soul cultivation, he couldn't protect the soul. This time, the soul is probably gone.

And he... As a world spirit, he naturally had a way to reunite Gusu Ziheng's Nascent Soul and soul, but it was his soul that was wasted.

Very ruthless person.

Actually, for a scumbag, he damaged the spirit of his majestic world spirit, my God, do you want to cry?

"This world spirit doesn't know anything, can you not ask me?" The southern world spirit quickly moved away from Feng Hao.

A look of disgust.

"Ha ha!"

Feng Hao sneered twice, and the power of his divine sense poked at the wisp of divine soul sacrificed to him by the lower southern world spirit.

"what……"

Immediately, the miserable howls of the spirits of the southern world rang out in all directions.

Sun Wukong was startled by the voice of the spirit of the southern world, and the golden cudgel was so scared, it was like Optimus Prime.

"What are you doing? Don't think that my old grandson loves you because you have fused the soul orb... Before my old grandson became the demon king, he dared to turn the God Realm upside down..."

Sun Wukong felt that he was frightened by the spirit of the southern world just now, and he was very disappointed, so he quickly took out the glorious history of the year to suppress the shock.

The effect seemed to be pretty good, Nan Jieling was immediately attracted to him, and did not mention Gusu Ziheng at all.

"Oh? The Great Sage was really such a breeze back then?" Nan Jieling had a shocked expression.

"certainly!"

Sun Wukong turned his nostrils to the sky and said, "I don't even look at my old grandson."

"This world spirit is very interested in the past of the great sage. Come, let's talk here..." Nanjieling said, holding Monkey King's shoulder familiarly, and walked in the opposite direction of Gusu Ziheng.

"Uh……"

Sun Wukong was taken aback by Nanjieling's 'ambiguous' action,

His brows were wrinkled, but it was really difficult to show off his power.

The strength of the Southern World Spirit is very strong, so strong that Feng Hao sacrificed the Pangu God Ax to subdue it, how dare Sun Wukong resist.

"stop!"

At this moment, Feng Hao scolded: "Go one step further, don't blame the emperor for turning his face and denying people."

"..."

The left feet that Sun Wukong and Nanjieling stepped forward at the same time subconsciously hovered in the air and looked at each other.

"Emperor Feng, I misunderstood, it was the spirit of the southern realm who insisted on dragging my old grandson away." Sun Wukong quickly explained.

If Feng Hao turned his face and refused to recognize anyone, Monkey King would cry.

He is still waiting for the Demon Sacred Tree, waiting for a better future, but without Feng Hao, he will not even have the chance to drink soup.

Feng Hao glanced at Monkey King, and said softly: "It has nothing to do with you!"

call!

Sun Wukong breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately stepped down with his hovering left foot, feeling refreshed all over his body, as if he could smell the smell of Huaguo Mountain.

What a false alarm, ha, ha!

But Nan Jieling's complexion turned ugly, as if he had swallowed a pair of fly droppings, knowing that if he didn't shed some blood today, he couldn't get away with it.

"Well, just now I suddenly thought that there is a way to save that kid..."

Nan Jieling resigned to his fate, and only hoped that Feng Hao would not be too ugly, and insisted on giving that kid a new body that was completely against the sky in all aspects.

He used to spend a lot of mental energy for Suzaku's body before, and it took tens of thousands of years of cultivation before he woke up from Suzaku's body.

The stronger the physical body, the more frightening the effort it takes. Now that the heart of the world is about to wake up, the Southern World Spirit doesn't want to miss this opportunity.

This is an excellent shortcut to get rid of the shackles of heaven and become the Lord of Myriad Realms.

"Go!"

Feng Hao looked at Nanjieling with a smile on his face, the warmth here was like reuniting old friends who haven't seen for many years.

Nanjieling also grinned, but this smile was uglier than crying.

In the distance, the place where Gusuzi Hengdu Jie was located was in a mess with ravines and ravines, as if plowed by an ancient divine ox.

It's just that there is no trace of Gusu Ziheng, only a few disciples of Guiyuan Sword Sect are wailing and lamenting, beating their chests and stamping their feet, hating the injustice of God, why God punished Lei Jie so fiercely.

"Stop whining, this kid has a lot of life, some people think he shouldn't die..."

Just as several disciples of Guiyuan Sword Sect beat the ground and howled, the ethereal voice of the Southern World Spirit came from behind.

When everyone turned their heads, they saw the ghost-like Southern World Spirit. After a brief astonishment, they quickly knelt down on the ground.

His body trembled.

However, everyone quickly heard a different meaning from Nan Jieling's words, and looked up at Nan Jieling blankly.

Before they could open their mouths, Nan Jieling pointed in the direction of Feng Hao, and said reluctantly: "That guy, let this world spirit take action to resurrect your young suzerain, you can choose for yourself, whoever wants to be his body, I would like to summon the soul, it is too late, but I don’t blame the world spirit.”

"This……"

The few people living in Guiyuan Sword Sect showed embarrassment, as if none of them wanted to become Gusu Zihengxin's body.

Thinking about it, after all, after eating Suzaku meat, the realm has not only reached the stage of crossing the catastrophe, but also perfectly passed the first level of heavenly punishment and thunder catastrophe. In the infinitely beautiful future, only a fool would be willing to make a wedding dress for someone else.

Gusu Ziheng was the young suzerain, he died, as a fellow disciple, it was love to mourn and feel distressed.

But to sacrifice oneself to fulfill Gusu Ziheng, hehe, whoever is stupid will do...

"Although I am already in the tribulation stage, this physical body is not suitable for the young suzerain... There is something wrong with my second child."

A Jianzong disciple shook his head first and declined politely.

"Parents whose body, hair and skin are affected, I have to go back and ask my old parents..." A disciple of Jianzong declined politely.

"I have to ask my wife..."

None of the seven or so disciples in the Transcending Tribulation Period were willing to become Gusu Ziheng's new body. If the sect promised a better future for their family before then, they would definitely consider it carefully.

But now, they are all Qi refiners in the tribulation period, comparable to the national teachers in the capital of the Qin Dynasty, what kind of future do they want? Why sacrifice yourself.

It's not necessary at all.

Time dragged on, and several masters of Guiyuan Sword Sect were also counting the hours, without any further expression.

And the Southern World Spirit didn't urge it, it hoped that the sooner the better, this way, it wouldn't have to expend energy to save people.

Anyway, he made a move.

It's just that no one is willing to give Gusu Ziheng a physical body, it can't forcefully kill people and take away their lives.

"If no one is willing, the world spirit will leave."

The Empress of the Southern Realm was delighted in her heart, but her face was calm, but just as he was about to turn around and leave, a weak voice sounded: "There is a legend about Lingjian cultivators in my Sword Sect. Cultivator, you can integrate the Nascent Soul into the Spiritual Sword..."