The strongest starting system

Chapter 820 The Second Divine Soul
It's hard being a human being.

If I could do it all over again, I would definitely not trust others so easily, right?
Unfortunately, there will be no next time.

Zhao Wushuang laughed at himself and gradually lost consciousness.

It is difficult for him to even raise his hand now, let alone move his Yuanli.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a loud bang at the bottom of the cliff, in the jungle swamp where almost no one had visited.

In the swamp covered with black mud, a big hole was smashed. Fortunately, the mud was soft, and the person who fell did not fall bloody and change beyond recognition.

It's just that there is no movement at all, and I don't know whether it is dead or alive.

The swamp exuded an indescribable stench, the black mud mixed with the leaves, and because of the shock just now, it fluttered gently, and black mosquitoes the size of fingers buzzed, and stopped on the tree, trying to make a fuss about it. He started with fresh food, but was blocked by the mud, so he could only watch.

The floating people were swallowed up by the black mud bit by bit, leaving half of their heads unsubmerged.

On the other side of the swamp, something that seemed to be integrated with the mud moved and smelled an unusual smell.

That's the hunter of the swamp, the swamp crocodile.

After the scarlet eyes locked on the location of Zhao Wushuang, several swamp crocodiles swam towards this side, ready to enjoy the rare meat supper.

With bloody fangs, he slowly pushed forward in the mud, waiting for the moment when Zhao Wushuang's head was violently bitten off.

A swamp crocodile opens its jaws lined with teeth, splashes mud, and closes to slice off a tasty head with its sharp jaws.

And Zhao Wushuang still didn't wake up, just like a dead person, there was no movement, the fate of death seemed to be doomed long ago.

but.

Just in that moment.

The dazzling light soared into the sky in the blink of an eye, illuminating half of the swamp.

Suddenly, white light burst out from Zhao Wushuang's body!
White light enveloped his whole body, pulling his body up from the swamp little by little.

And what rested under him was black light, a power that was purer and more captivating than the blackness of the swamp.

One white and one black, one up and one down, it looks sacred and mysterious, holy and contrary to harmony.

The swamp crocodile didn't bite through the black and white mask with one bite, so it opened its mouth wide again and bit down hard.

Click.

The sound of shattering sounded.

Not masks, but swamp crocodile teeth.

The swamp crocodile smacked its lips, and was stunned on the spot.

Where are my teeth?
The swamp crocodile became enraged and wanted to hit Zhao Wushuang with its body. Suddenly, a faint roar echoed around the mask, but the swamp crocodile seemed to be frightened by something. Lie on the spot, not daring to move.

"You bastards, get the hell out of here!"

The roar of the Swallowing Demon Sage rang out, scaring the swamp crocodiles out of their mouths and crawling away quickly.

The phantom of the soul of Swallowing Demon Sage slowly appeared over the swamp. He looked at Zhao Wushuang, who was seriously injured and unconscious, and sighed.

"You boy, it's still too easy to trust others. I have reminded you secretly, don't follow other people's ways. Who can blame you for falling into this situation now?"

In his memory, Zhao Wushuang had never suffered such a serious injury.

After the physical body is connected to the gods, Zhao Wushuang can heal immediately even if there is a powerful physical attack.

The damage caused by the seven-inch ghost-head nail is irreversible, and it is specifically aimed at the soul of a person.

Under unprepared circumstances, it is reasonable for Zhao Wushuang's spirit to be seriously injured.

Swallowing Heaven Demon Sage remembered that at the last moment, Zhao Wushuang was unwilling to block the blow for him even if he risked dying, and his heart was slightly touched.

This kid probably also knows the harm that the seven-inch ghost-head nail can do to the soul and body.

What a stubborn kid.

Heaven Swallowing Demon Saint enveloped Zhao Wushuang with the light of his soul, hoping to nourish his soul.

But whether he can wake up or not depends on Zhao Wushuang himself, he can't help much.

In the halo of black and white, Zhao Wushuang's body was floating up and down.

The roar of an unknown monster came from a distance, and the howling wind crazily hit the edge of the cliff.

In the restricted area of ​​life, everything is lifeless.

……

When Zhao Wushuang regained consciousness, he found himself in a pure white space.

The whole world has no color except white, and it is so vast that there is no end in sight. It seems that he has come to the extreme north, and the whole world is filled with ice cold and snow white.

"I... where am I?"

Zhao Wushuang rubbed his head and wandered around. He was very anxious, but he still couldn't see the useful coordinates, and he would just wander around aimlessly.

He only remembered that he was severely injured by the Seven Inch Ghost Head Nail, and escaped using the space talisman, and he didn't remember anything after that.

In the vast expanse of white snow, a figure suddenly appeared.

Seeing this, Zhao Wushuang rushed over, and after running for a long time, he found that he was still at the same distance from that figure, as if he hadn't moved a bit.

"who are you?"

Zhao Wushuang shouted loudly.

Who knew that the man turned around and left, disappearing into the vast white mist.

Zhao Wushuang hurriedly chased after him. In the foggy space, his whole body was surrounded by mystery and hallucinations.

Zhao Wushuang never remembered that he had been in this strange space, and he couldn't use all his strength.

A sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart, causing him to slam his fist into the air a few times.

When he looked up, the figure was actually walking towards him, changing from blur to clarity.

It was a man in a white robe. He was extremely handsome, with white hair draped over his shoulders. He looked like an exiled fairy walking out of a painting, and he carried a dusty temperament with every wave of his sleeves and hands.

Holding a white dust whisk, her steps are light and elegant, and her smile is warm and charming, she is simply a woman's killer.

What is even more peculiar is that there are two horns growing between his white hair.

Zhao Wushuang suddenly remembered a race that had disappeared in legends.

The man in white robe stopped ten meters away from Zhao Wushuang, the two looked at each other, and the atmosphere became a little subtle.

"I've been waiting for 2000 million years, and finally I've waited for you."

The moment the white-robed man opened his mouth, his words were astonishing.

Zhao Wushuang was stunned, he hurriedly said:

"Don't make these useless things, first tell me if you are dead, and if you have a chance to go back."

The man in white robe smiled and said lightly:
"Don't worry, this is your consciousness space, I am your awakened second soul, and I have been sleeping for 2000 million years."

"You... are my consciousness?"

Zhao Wushuang asked in astonishment.

The white-robed man nodded.

"To be precise, I am the previous life of your previous life... I blocked my soul back then, fell into reincarnation, and finally welcomed you again."

The man in white robe had a warm smile and soft eyes, but Zhao Wushuang felt an unprecedented crisis.

(End of this chapter)