The Original Seeker

"Uncle, who are you?"

Huolin almost blurted out such a sentence, but finally swallowed it back.

Because he discovered that the guy in front of him used only **** to block his punch.

Although Huolin knew that he hadn't used much strength against this vulnerable mortal, it wasn't a trick that could be understated and resolved with just two fingers.

Unless, the other party is also a real immortal, and is a martial arts immortal with a cultivation base above himself.

"You want to mix up this matter?" Huo Lin was a little puzzled, why the real immortal in front of him wanted to save this mortal who only understood the stinky mouth and couldn't stand alone to single out all the monks.

"It's him?"

In addition to Hollin, the first to react was Ramdor.

Once he was almost completely ruined by Bai Mo. With the addition of bone-stirring hatred, Ramdor was naturally the first person to recognize Bai Ying's identity.

"Why is he..."

Next are the four sacred beasts projected, the old boss of more than a hundred years, and the "Way of Heaven" lying on their heads, that breath can be recognized when they turn into ashes.

Even after years of freedom, seeing the figure again, the instinct of the body is still a little uncomfortable.

"Yes." Bai Mo's answer was very concise.

"why?"

"This person is useful to me."

"it works?"

Before Huolin's words fell, a silver-white high-energy laser suddenly appeared from the void.

It happened to be where Wu Ling was resurrected, and the violent heat evaporated his mortal body in an instant.

Now it's good, even the flesh and blood tissue has turned into a plume of smoke and there is nowhere to be found.

...

Following the source of the power, Bai Mo saw that the person who had attacked the black hand was Ramdor.

"What you want, I will destroy it." He showed a twisted smile.

"..."

Before Wu Ling recovered from the stunned state, he was once again killed by the speed of light attack.

After all, the gap between a mortal and a true immortal is so big that it is incomparable. With a mortal body, being able to fight against an immortal who hasn't gotten serious for more than one round has not yet fully died, this has been worth his ten years of bragging.

Apart from power, the difference between Xianfan and Fan is actually the difference in perception of time.

For the serious immortals, one second is already a very long concept, enough for them to fly dozens or even hundreds of kilometers, or make a thousand or eight hundred shots.

But in the eyes of ordinary people, one second is not enough to even take a deep breath before preparing to fight.

The two do not live in the same time dimension at all.

...

"This place is far, far away from the sun, and now no matter how strong you are, the clone that can be projected is only one level with me."

After killing Wu Ling in a sneak attack, Ramdor ridiculed a wave.

"Then I will make it again."

Seeing the resurrected Wu Ling being whiplashed again, Bai Mo didn't have much feeling, just pointed at Wu Ling being vaporized by the laser.

The few strands of blue smoke remaining on the scene began to entangle and rotate in this finger, like a void creation, once again "sculpting" Wu Ling's body.

"Can the dead come back to life?"

Ramdor was a little puzzled, he was quite sure that the light emitted by his sneak attack had completely wiped out all the vitality of that mortal.

In addition to the pure physical destructive power, there are more than 60 curses in the laser, which basically seals all the paths of suspended animation, not to mention a mortal, but a Tier 6 monk, who will take this attack. No luck.

In order to get angry with the white ink, he put down his face and used a sneak attack to deal with a mortal, but he didn't expect it to be unsuccessful.

"What's wrong with me?" Wu Ling, who was resurrected again, finally had the opportunity to think about his own situation.

Just now, Huolin killed him so quickly that the nerves didn't even have the opportunity to transmit pain signals to the brain, and the whole body had already burst into molecular states.

The last memory left to him was nothing but darkness in front of him.

Then Bai Mo resurrected Wu Ling. He just opened his eyes and wanted to see what was going on with the "black eyes" just now. Ramdor's sneak attack had already been killed.

Like Huolin's attack, Ramdor's laser burned his brain to ashes before Wu Ling's pain signal was transmitted to his brain, so he could only feel the darkness in front of him again.

"Can you resurrect the dead?" Huolin looked at Bai Mo's eyes suddenly became eager.

"Your family has been dead for too long." Bai Mo immediately guessed his thoughts. Huo Lin wanted to ask himself if it is possible to resurrect his family members who were killed by the monster race.

"..."

"Can you teach me? I will exchange something that makes you tempted." A ghostly figure of a woman quietly appeared behind Bai Mo.

That is the ghost in the Federation Speaker's camp.

"The same for me!"

A true immortal with a tiger-backed waist, knotted muscles, and beard and hair was also attracted by this resurrection technique and took the initiative to emerge from the void.

"The Heavenly Slaughter Star?" Kirkov recognized the other party, Heavenly Slaughter Star Yupo, an ascetic cultivator who doesn't care about world affairs. He didn't stand on either side of the Federation War.

Yupo is an extremely ego, he only reacts to things that he is interested in, and no matter how unrelated people shout, he almost turns a deaf ear.

"There is nothing to teach, this is not spirituality." Bai Mo rejected the two people's kindness.

"It's not spirituality, then what is it?"

Human beings have gone through so many years of war. Everyone has relatives and friends who have died young. The attraction of resurrection to them is unimaginable.

"It's just the instinct of the eighth-order true immortal."

"Is it possible that resurrecting other people is also the talented spell you inspired?" Huolin continued to ask.

"If the eighth-order true immortal exists alone, it will passively assimilate and infect all the people and things around you, so it is not so much that you killed the little guy Wu Ling, it is better to say that it was a thought of mine." Bai Mo explained. Let everyone shudder.

"He's right. There is indeed a force that is as moisturizing and silent as the sun that wants to penetrate in, but it is too weak and it is directly ignored by us unconsciously."

"One thousand four hundred and fifty-three years~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If you stand next to me, one thousand and fifty-three years, you will be assimilated into my thoughts like him. Thoughts of self-consciousness."

"Devil?"

"..."

"Are you kidding me?" Ramdor, who was scorned by a wave of anger, seemed to be unable to hold back the golden light on his fist.

"Wu Ling is indeed useful to me, but it is a pity that it was Wu Ling who had never died before."

People die out.

As a tool man, when Wu Ling was killed for the first time, the huge luck attached to him had already disappeared like a turmoil, and he took the initiative to find a new host.

As a result, he could no longer mobilize his luck and stimulate the field of doom.

This was only discovered by Bai Mo when he was resurrected for the second time.

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