surnamed Wang

300 years ago, in the world of the Holy Spirit, there was an astonishing shock from the residence of the Holy Spirit, which was called Sanjiao Mountain by the villagers of Taoyuan Village.

A condensed sword energy streaked across the mountainside, and the unattainable fairy cave fell down.

The loud noise frightened the villagers. They hid at home and closed the doors and windows, wanting to see but dare not.

The battle between immortals only exists in the legends of the village chronicles. It is said that thousands of ancient gods launched a war against the two holy spirits thousands of years ago. The battle lasted for a month until the ancient god world was destroyed.

The earth was covered by floods, and the human race was almost wiped out. Finally, the Holy Spirit couldn't bear the suffering of mortals, and sacrificed himself to quell the war.

The villagers grew up listening to the stories of the Holy Spirit, but very few of them have ever seen a real god. At this moment, the tremors in the northeast made them feel the horror of the wrath of the gods.

……

In the northeast sky, two figures fought together, Wang Gangquan's body was still locked in the prison, and he could only contend with the opponent with his soul.

Mao is right, he has a special soul, he has been adapting for the past 50 years, and until the last few years, he has been completely immune to the five-color thunder, and his soul has also formed a strange state as it disintegrates again and again.

Wang Gangquan used his soul as a sword with his footsteps, and every step he took would force the opponent back a little bit. In addition to his intangibility and quality, the servants of the holy spirit were exhausted for a while.

"Take advantage."

Mao Shi let out a low shout, and the power of heaven and earth around Wang Gingquan was immediately evacuated. Taking advantage of his body's stagnation, Mao Shi took out the soul mirror and pointed it at him.

The light shrouded Wang Quanquan, and his soul seemed to be ignited immediately, and at the same time as there was a "hissing" sound, a large amount of black smoke emitted from it.

Seeing this, Maoshi laughed loudly and said:
"The Holy Spirit creates the world, turns the heaven and the earth with the gas of chaos, and kneads the earth to create all things. Regardless of life and death, the soul cannot escape the cycle of reincarnation.

Some ascetics intend to go against the heavens and change their fate, the Holy Spirit always has mercy and allows it, but they will repay their kindness with revenge, and want to replace them, the Holy Spirit is angry, grinds copper into a mirror, and absorbs the souls of the world. "

Wang Gangquan listened to the other party's endless chatter, and finally said:

"Finished?"

After saying that, the spirit "bang" turned into a puff of black smoke, piercing the lens with a blinding white light, directly surrounding the spear in the middle.

The latter's face was full of shock, and he was shaking the bronze mirror around, but he couldn't hurt the black smoke.

"Impossible, there is no soul in this world that can escape the shackles of the soul mirror."

"I also want to thank you for breaking me up again and again."

A dull voice came out from Heiwu, who looked like a man, a woman, an old man, or a young man, and the tone of voice was undoubtedly the king's power.

The black mist drilled into the body that originally belonged to Yang Dingchun along the facial features. In the spiritual world, a huge monster covered in vines stood in front of Maoshi.

……

"What exactly are you?"

"thing?"

There was a faint red light in Wang Gangquan's eyes, he raised his hand, and clenched his fist hard, "I don't even know what the hell I've become, and all of this is thanks to you."

Over the past 50 years, Wang Gingquan relied on the souls of the villagers of Taoyuan Village to survive time and time again. During this period, the soul gradually merged with them, and finally formed the current state.

He stretched out his hand, and a large number of vines rolled towards the still dazed Maoshi.

Today, he is no longer a fish at the mercy of others.

"Maoshi, Wang Mouyi will remember the torture you have given me. From now on, I want you to experience what it is like to live but not die."

Wang Gangquan rolled up his spear and left Yang Dingchun's body, rushed all the way to the shattered residence of the Holy Spirit, and sealed him into the jade mirror.

Layers of vines wrapped the jade mirror, and the roots penetrated into the mirror, forcibly piercing into the opponent's soul, and the five-color sky thunder hovered around, and the situation of the two was reversed.

……

Back in time, in the cave, the thread on the fingertips of the old woman was stretched, Wang Bingquan was holding the skull in his left hand, and a flame appeared in his right hand, and the two were in a stalemate.

Fan Erji next to him didn't know where to help, sighed, and said to his wife:
"Mother, Fan Yanda has already been defeated, so is it necessary to make a killing?"

"Hmph, my son Zhu Wang, I would rather die than surrender."

The crystal skull emitted a ray of light, and Fan Yanda's high-pitched voice sounded:
"Mom, when did it happen, why don't I know?"

"Shut up, useless things, you can't do this well."

After the old woman finished speaking, she said to the other son, "Use that trick."

"No need!" Fan Erji stepped up and sat down at the base of the wall.

Fan Yanda also said at this time:
"Mother, mother, if you let him go, you should also let your son go, I haven't lived enough yet."

"Two unfilial sons, I shouldn't have allowed you to practice this evil skill."

After the old woman finished speaking bitterly, she looked at Wang Bingquan, "Today I will let you off for the time being, if you dare to make things difficult for my son, I will definitely chase you to the ends of the earth."

Wang Gingquan, who occupied the physical body, smiled slightly, and quickly flew away from the cave with Suzaku.

……

After leaving the cave thousands of miles away, Wang Gingquan finally breathed a sigh of relief, the skull around his waist shimmered again, and Fan Yanda's flattering voice came out:

"It's safe now, should you let me go?"

"You just stay in the Soul Locking Orb honestly, and when I leave Shura, I will let you go."

The light in Wang Handquan's hand flickered, and the skull seemed to melt, gradually shrinking in size, and finally turned into a blue bead.

"How could you do the last practice of Jiuque?" Fan Yanda's surprised voice sounded.

Wang Bingquan did not answer the other party, his thoughts moved slightly, the beads changed again, this time there were more lanyards and red tassels, he hung the beads around his waist, and laughed at himself:
"Using my own skull as a pendant, I guess I am also No. 1 in all ages."

After speaking, he took the little girl and flew towards the sky.

……

Tens of thousands of miles to the south, a huge body stands between the sky and the earth.

Its face is cut like an axe, and its body is like cast stone. When you raise your hand, the situation changes color. When you speak, your voice is like thunder:
"Black-headed Flood Dragon, I never thought that you, the majestic Holy Immortal Realm, would end up here."

Under his feet, there stood the ancient god Black-headed Jiao who occupied the physical body of Wang Quanquan.

The black-headed flood dragon was not annoyed by the other party's teasing. Facing the huge god who was also born in ancient times, he said in a flat tone:

"Tang Bing, the opportunity is in front of us, do you want to do it or not?"

The huge body pulled the thick chains tied around his body, and said:

"You and I are already prisoners, isn't that enough?"

"Could it be that you are really willing to be imprisoned here forever?"

"I am the god of hatred. Anyone who sees me will stay away. It's the same everywhere, there is no difference."

After the ancient god finished speaking, he closed his eyes, leaned his whole body against the mountain behind him, and after a while, he let out a heavy snore.

The Black-headed Jiao had expected it a long time ago, so he turned around and left. After flying thousands of miles away, Tang Bing, who was still asleep, stopped suddenly. He opened his eyes, looked in the direction of Montenegro, and said to himself:

"Old Black Loach, I am not as carefree as you. If I hadn't listened to your bullshit back then, why would I be here?"

Between the words, there is a hint of regret.

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ps: Thanks for the reward from the cross-section masters, I will add a new chapter here, and the rest of the debt will be paid off slowly. (end of this chapter)