Chapter 601: Dead spirit

"Who is Shao Lei."
"Who are you?"
"Is this comparable?"
While cursing, the deacon of the temple came to drag Brother Cheng, trying to drive him out.
But Lei Gao looked at Brother Cheng indifferently, his eyes full of contempt.
"Where's the idiot?"
"I don't want to see him when I come out."
What he meant was to cancel Jiang Cheng's chance to possess spirits.
The captain nodded and bowed immediately: "No problem!"
Then he looked at Brother Cheng and pointed to the door.
"Okay, you can go out!"
Brother Cheng grinned and showed white teeth: "You said earlier, it turns out that there is no need to line up and it's okay. It's a waste of my time."
Knowing that he could jump in the line, why should he be so behaved.
Before the others could react, he directly probed and grabbed the back of Lei Gao's neck.
In front of him, Lei Gao had no resistance at all.
I only felt that my whole body was soft, and I could no longer exert any strength, and my feet were forcibly lifted off the ground.
This scene scared the others almost crazy.
The accompanying deacon was furious: "You, what are you going to do?"
"Hurry up and put down Shao Lei!"
"Bold..."
Brother Cheng didn't bother to pay attention to them, waved his hand, and threw Na Lei Gao out of the door.
Peng!
The door was torn apart.
Wow!
Lei Gao rolled on the ground several times in succession, with a gray-headed face, and his bones were broken.
Head Jiang didn't bother to appreciate this little record, so he stepped into the spirit descending platform and started his own spirit attachment ceremony.
As for what happens after he comes out, does his strength need to be worried?
Everyone inside looked dull.
Was scared silly.
What just happened?
Tang Tang Lei Shao was injured by someone'beaten'?
His grandfather is the Lord of the Wood Spirit Hall!
For a time, everyone had no master, and they didn't even know what to do next.
At this time, Lei Gao's screams finally came over.
"Ah... it hurts, it hurts!"
This young man in black, who had a cold and domineering face not long ago, was lying on the ground and roaring like a pig.
"kill him!"
"I want to kill him!"
"Ah, he must be killed..."
The sorrowful cry was loud and loud, spreading far away.
The guards in the temple panicked, and the deacon and the chief guard inside finally reacted.
"Quick! Block here!"
"Quickly send someone to notify the Lord of the Wood Spirit!"
"No one can let go!"
"Help Shao Lei!"
A series of chaotic orders were issued, showing how big the matter is.
Teams of temple guards drove over.
Martial law was blocked, and the hall of spirit attached to it was surrounded by water.
The passers-by outside were all separated, and it was all about the rhythm of a war.
Inside, He Lin and the monks who participated in the enchantment were so scared that they did not dare to say another word.
And after a while, there was a loud roar from a distance.
"Who hurt my grandson!"
The Lord of the Wood Spirit is here.
In a short time, the aura around the spirit attached hall quietly cooled down.
Several deacons scrambled to meet them.
"See the Lord of the Wood Spirit Palace!"
Hula la, the guard knelt on the ground.
Everyone was silent, and the accompanying deacon just went up and said: "It is said that it is a retreat with no foundation..."
Snapped!
The Lord of the Wood Spirit slapped off the face.
As a result, the deacon was dizzy and smashed the walls of several halls one after another, and fell under the ruined walls.
"What do you eat?"
"With you, you actually caused a Ninth Ordinary Realm to injure my grandson?"
The wounded deacon dared not resist at all, and quickly got up and knocked his head: "The protection of the humble duty is not effective, and the crime deserves death!"
"Grandpa, grandpa takes revenge for me!"
Lei Gao's screams of killing a pig continued, and he was more confident than before.
"I want him to die, I want his whole family to die!"
The Lord of the Wood Spirit glanced coldly at the still running Spirit Dropping Platform in the distance, and the killing intent flashed in his eyes.
It's a pity that the Spirit Dropping Platform is the same as the Jupochi. Once it is opened, it will be over after the people inside come out.
Cannot stop halfway.
Otherwise he would have to shoot on the spot.
He didn't say a word at this time, but everyone knew that the man who had just entered was finished.
Confronting who is not good, but to confront Lei Gao.
That's all, he actually dared to hurt Lei Gao, this is really too long...
Brother Cheng, who had already entered, couldn't manage those things outside.
He is busy doing business.
The process of attaching spirits is not simple. The first step is to select attributes.
Looking at the various forces rippling in the surrounding magic circle, he did not hesitate to choose the "Dead Spirit".
This process is a bit similar to choosing which set of rules before entering the door of rules.
Choosing the spirit of death indicates that his profound strength attribute will be the power of death in the future.
"Why did you choose this?"
Cang Ling was a little surprised.
On the side of the fairy world, the rule of death is indeed a powerful upper rule, but there are not many people selected.
To cultivate the power of death, you often have to make yourself half-dead first.
The people who deal with this all day are the ghosts and corpses in the dead world. They are lifeless and feel very uncomfortable.
"I chose this for an extra guarantee!"
Previously, there was a brief confrontation with the Shadow Clan on the seventh floor, because there was no rule of death, Cheng Ge not only couldn't kill them, but also hard to die himself.
If he hadn't had the aura of the market world, he would have overturned that time.
Now he chooses the power of death, the purpose is also very simple-to carry a mini version of the heart of the rules of death.
As long as the power of death is cultivated to the top, he can kill others forcibly no matter where he is in the future, even where there are no rules of death.
Of course, if he loses, he will also be killed.
But isn't this right in his arms?
"It's so nagging."
Naturally, Cang Ling couldn't guess his inexplicable calculations.
And Cheng Ge, who chose the power of death, smoothly carved a mysterious pattern of the spirit of death in the center of the profound soul.
The Xuanwen is 10%, which means that he has become the Extreme Profound Realm.
The exquisite black lines are very small, exuding a faint gray shimmer.
Just looking at it makes people feel uncomfortable, as if they will be pulled into the abyss.
Head Jiang himself was very satisfied.
This is the power that best matches your own system!
This process took him half an hour, UU reading www. After uukanshu.com is to absorb those profound spirits in the descending spirit formation to moisturize the dead spirits just obtained.
Running the Supreme Profound Refining Scripture, the mysterious pattern of the dead spirit in the profound soul flourishes in gray.
An illusory gray light broke away from the profound soul and emerged from the body!
A faint gray mist lingered around, causing the surrounding breath to become decayed.
The profound spirits around the sky seemed to have heard some kind of call.
It's like being caught in a storm again.
Quickly gathered towards the spirit of death.
After the first gathering, the pattern of the dead spirit flashed, as if it was plated with a new layer of luster, and it also added a mysterious and mysterious meaning.
Soon after, the process never stopped.