Chapter 1787: Soul Eater Ladder

"what?
The internship requirements are still so high? "
Fainting, Zhao Gongming looked embarrassed: "Then do you think I can do it?"
There was no answer, the Spectre just smiled mysteriously, then turned and walked forward: "Follow me, in the path of hungry ghosts, what kind of internship position you want to take and what kind of intern tutor you want to lead you depends on your soul. It's determined by force, it needs testing."
"You two should be aware that the gods of our hungry ghosts all deal with souls, so they are called the gods of death.
Here, we are responsible for punishing evil spirits who have committed sins in the world.
Among these evil spirits, there are inevitably strong ones who have cultivated their soul power to the highest level. If you want to suppress them, your own soul power must pass the test. "
The ghost explained as he walked.
Yang Feng and Zhao Gongming followed behind, but they smiled disapprovingly: "No matter how strong the soul of a strong man in the world is, it is less than 100.
Anyone who can be a saint has already surpassed the 100th level, so what can't be suppressed?
Strength is not in one dimension at all, OK? "
"is it?"
When he raised his brows, the ghost stopped, and pointed forward: "You said less than a hundred, you mean alone.
But if there are trillions of evil spirits, are you sure you sages of the 120th and 30th level can suppress it?
Even if they are no different from ants in your eyes, don’t forget, too many ants can kill elephants! "
Ho Ho Ho! A loud howl of anger rang in Yang Feng's ears. In front of them was a staircase leading to the ground floor. Everywhere they passed, there were countless resentful souls on both sides trying to rush out, but they were blocked by some barrier. Can't rush out.
And on that stair step, there are also marked numbers, extending all the way to the bottom floor below, the further down, the bigger the number, and the far side is out of sight.
"These evil spirits are divided into grievances, evil spirits, fierce ghosts, ghosts, blue-faced ghosts, Raksha ghosts, etc., all encompassing, and there are any ghosts, and they are determined by their death.
But no matter what category they belong to, in short, the heavier the grievances, the stronger their spirit power, and the harder they are to control.
And do you think that after their deaths in the world, their soul power is less than a hundred?
Some evil spirits are very fierce, and they increase their soul power by swallowing each other, and some are even comparable to you saints. "
Immediately afterwards, Spectre continued to introduce: "You may be more than enough to deal with one or two.
But do you think there is a chance to win against these powerful spirit bodies in groups?
In particular, their grievances are heavy, and it is easy to affect your spirit fluctuations, and even affect your Taoism and destroy your orthodoxy.
In that way, you can only enter the six realms of reincarnation again, reincarnating and rebuilding.
It is difficult to say whether he can cultivate a saint in the future. "
what?
With a twitch of face, Zhao Gongming was shocked immediately: "Really?
Are these ghosts so powerful?
Can even the foundation of our saints be destroyed? "
"Of course this is not possible for one or two, but these are tens of millions or even hundreds of millions.
Their resentment will affect your Sacred Heart.
There are already many saints who have ruined their life's future on this road, alas. "
Gurgle! Swallowing hard, Zhao Gongming turned pale with fright, and looked at Yang Feng and said, "Sage Yang, this place is so dangerous, what should we do?"
"Some people stop here, but there is no internship.
And the next four internships are not allowed.
In other words, your career and strength have stopped here. "
The ghost grinned: "It's up to you to decide whether you want to retreat from the difficulties or try again."
Well! Zhao Gongming hesitated, but Yang Feng shrugged indifferently, and walked straight down: "What's the big deal?
We are gods, are we still afraid of ghosts?
cut! "
"Hey, Saint Yang, wait for me!"
After Zhao Gongming hesitated for a while, seeing that Yang Feng was about to walk away, he also hurried to catch up, but his legs trembled.
Seeing them slowly moving away, the ghost smiled slightly and shouted: "The more you go down, the stronger the grievances of those evil spirits will be, and the more it will affect your spirits.
If you really can’t hold on, stop, stom on the ground three times, yell "I'm a coward," and you can leave. "
"Thank you Ghost Master for reminding us, we know!"
"The ghost is going to shout, cut."
Zhao Gongming turned his head and hugged his fists gratefully, but Yang Feng didn't even turn his head, raised his hand and raised his to express his contempt for the spell.
Oh oh oh! In the gust of wind, Yang Feng and the two walked down more than 20 levels, suddenly heard weird whistling wafting in their ears, countless hideous faces with teeth and claws on both sides.
Zhao Gongming clung to Yang Feng's sleeve stiffly, his wrists trembling: "Sage Yang, do you think these ghosts' resentments can really destroy our Dao Xin?"
"I've only left level 26 now, so early, what are you afraid of?
Look at the little ghosts around you. Even if they gather together, their spirit power is as weak as an ant. How could it affect you?
Don't scare yourself. "
"No, Saint Yang.
Although these ghosts are still very weak, the further down, the stronger the power of those ghosts.
In the end, when the mental power of those resentment is strong enough to affect my Dao Xin, won't I be ruined? "
His brows furrowed deeply, and Zhao Gongming sighed: "I am an ordinary saint with no background and low aptitude. I have cultivated a total of 7,658 generations before I can reach the level of a saint. The college almost refused to accept me.
If the college did not accept me, I would be no more than an ordinary civil servant in the God Realm.
Now that I can study in the academy and have the opportunity to become a senior in the Six Paths, I can't give up easily.
If my Dao heart is destroyed here, I don't know how many lives will pass before I can come back again, alas. "
Rolling his eyes, Yang Feng didn't look at him: "Old Zhao, if you are really worried, stop here.
Exactly 37, a very safe place.
But I want to remind you that wealth is in danger.
If you stop in this so-called safe area, I guarantee that you are still an ordinary civil servant and cannot be an executive of Liudao. "
"Then..." Zhao Gongming hesitated after scratching his head: "Should I go further?"
"Well, let's go!"
Nodded, Yang Feng glanced at him obliquely, then gave a wicked smile: "Where is the old man walking around?
Humph, you go ahead, I'm going to run. "
Huh! As he said, Yang Feng was already striding down, Zhao Gongming was startled, and hurried to catch up, and said anxiously: "Sage Yang, don't run, wait for me, let's slow down, otherwise it's too dangerous."
Oh oh oh! The wailing of the evil spirit was still whistling in the ears of the two of them, but Yang Feng completely ignored it, and ran down like crazy, looking back at the anxiously sweating Zhao Gongming with a teasing expression on his face. .
In the blink of an eye, the two had already run a hundred steps.
Yang Feng still didn't feel much about the sounds around him, but Zhao Gongming already felt his body sank, as if a huge amount of force was pressing on him, his heart also tightened suddenly.
what happened?
Breathing is a bit short...