Hong Kong Comprehensive: My cos girl group is very strong

Chapter 181 Senior, I can repair your soul
In the abandoned house, an old beggar was holding a roasted chicken in his hands and munching wildly. He suddenly stopped and said, "Hey~~ Such a huge spiritual power! There is no murderous intention, he should just be looking for someone. He... can't be looking for someone." Mine, right?"

At this moment, the spiritual energy that originally spanned the entire area suddenly converged into a long river of time and space, covering the old beggar.

"Damn it, it's really me!"

"Those bastards are so evil that they almost broke my spirit, but they still won't let me go."

The old beggar cursed loudly, picked up the roast chicken, and ran away.

Although his soul had been seriously injured, his escape speed was still astonishingly fast. One second he was still in the room, and the next second he appeared outside the abandoned room, as if teleporting, spanning more than twenty years. rice.

Moreover, it is not a straight line.

A champion sprinter can run close to ten meters in a second in a straight line, but if he has to run the same distance from inside the house to the outside, it won't take him more than a few seconds.

The old beggar was able to leave the winding abandoned house in one second. This speed was simply astonishing.

"Again?"

As soon as the old beggar's front feet landed, the huge spiritual power of his back feet followed.

This made him very helpless.

As a result, an extremely strange scene appeared on the streets of the suburbs of Shanghai. An old man with disheveled hair and dirty face holding a roast chicken would flash in and out of the street from time to time, and then suddenly disappear, causing some people who saw him to panic. Everyone thought it was a ghost.

It’s not night yet!

There were ferocious old ghosts running rampant in broad daylight, and the unlucky ones who saw the old beggar were so frightened that they almost had a heart attack.

……

A quarter of an hour later.

The old beggar, who still couldn't get rid of his mental lock, sat on the ground panting, motionless.

He gave up!

The spiritual power of the man behind him seemed to be endless, and he did not weaken at all even after chasing him for a quarter of an hour.

Running on will not help at all, it will only waste a lot of energy and energy.

Instead of doing this, it is better to find an open space and sit there and wait for death.

"Senior, you run so fast. You ran from Shanghai to Gusu in a quarter of an hour. It's so difficult to see you!" Pan Jie appeared in front of the old beggar with a smile.

In fact, he was able to intercept the old beggar a long time ago, and the reason why he entrusted the meeting until now is just to test the depth of the old beggar.

His speed and stamina are very good, reaching the standard of the seventh level of mortals, but his spirit is sluggish and his stamina is also a bit short.

Obviously, the other party had suffered a very terrible mental attack.

"It turns out it was your kid who was chasing me so hard that I was so scared that I thought my enemies were coming to kill me."

The old beggar said angrily.

If he had known that he was a young descendant of the same origin and species, he would not have wasted his energy and escaped at full speed.

How tiring it is to run!

"Senior, the enemy you talk about is a Martial God Realm master from abroad?"

The seventh level of the mortal rank, even if it is the Yang God Realm of those who practice martial arts and Taoism, but because the seventh level of the mortal rank belongs to the ceiling of the world, and because the masters of the Yang God Realm can be reborn infinitely as long as the primordial spirit is not destroyed, it is called The God of War is also what Pan Jie calls a country-level powerhouse.

"Yes, these are the damn bastards. The aliens are so selfless that they are afraid that I will recover and defeat them one by one..." the old beggar said through gritted teeth.

When they have reached their level of cultivation, they either don't take action or they fight to the death.

Because all Yang Shen realm masters can be reborn, as long as the soul is immortal, they will be able to recover in ten to twenty years. By then, they will have a new look. If they encounter an opponent who is good at hiding, they will most likely be attacked by surprise. lethal.

Therefore, masters of their level always go for the soul when taking action, and the physical body becomes unimportant. "Senior Yuan Shen was so seriously injured that it won't be able to recover for decades. But if you trust me, you can follow me to a place where I can repair your Yuan Shen in minutes..." Pan Jie smiled. said.

The mysterious place he talks about is actually the world of A Chinese Ghost Story, because there he is the lofty Emperor Fengdu. He has the blessing of a god, can repair seriously injured souls, and is his professional counterpart.

Of course, if the old beggar doesn't go, he can also give the old beggar a powerful role by signing a contract, so that the other party can become stronger through cosplay.

But this method takes a long time, and the more powerful the character, the harder it is to increase the affinity.

Instead of going to all the trouble, why not take the old beggar to a trip to the world of Ghost Story? As long as the other party's soul is healed, the affinity will definitely soar, and it won't be too late to sign again then.

"Are you kidding me? Can you repair my soul?"

The old beggar didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart. Under normal circumstances, the damage to the soul can be slowly repaired through practice, but his situation was different. The soul first suffered a mental shock from several masters of the same level, and then was hit by several The sky was struck by lightning, and he was in a state of collapse at any time.

Even after all these years of repairs, it can only barely stabilize the crash speed and cannot withstand the torment at all.

"Senior, do you think it is necessary for me to lie to you?"

Pan Jie had his hands behind his back, his eyes were sincere, and there was absolutely no rhetoric or hypocrisy to deceive others.

The most important point.

He is a genuine descendant of the Yellow Emperor, heals the old beggar without any harm.

"How to prove it?"

"Just because I'm better than you..."

The voice fell.

A terrifying aura as majestic as the sea suddenly exerted itself on the old beggar, like a majestic mountain suddenly pressing down on him, making him breathless.

Such terrifying pressure was something the old beggar had never heard of before.

At this moment, he didn't question it at all.

Because if you want to kill a person with such terrifying strength, there is no need to engage in these conspiracies and tricks. Killing him will be effortless.

after a few seconds.

The overwhelming terrifying coercion suddenly shrank. Pan Jie, who used his self-cultivation to prove himself, looked at the old beggar who was breathing heavily, and said with a smile: "Senior, do you believe it now?"

"I believe it, I believe it, you kid is simply a monster! At such a young age, you have such terrifying cultivation!"

The old beggar wiped the cold sweat from his face and looked at Pan Jie extremely seriously.

Having lived for more than 200 years, he is an extremely accurate judge of people.

The very handsome expert in front of him is definitely a kind-hearted young man, not some old monster who has rejuvenated and has evil intentions.

He could be sure of this.

Old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years rarely have the unique vitality of young people. Their eyes are usually filled with vicissitudes of life and their eyes are melancholy.

"Senior, since you are no longer questioning, then please close your eyes..."

"What are you doing, so nervous?"

"You'll know when you get there."

Pan Jie gave up.

The old beggar was not in a hurry, he had lived for so many years, he had never encountered any kind of storm, and leaving with a stranger was nothing to him at all.

After all, the old beggar himself has made his home all over the world, like a small boat in the ocean, drifting in the wind with no fixed abode...

(End of this chapter)