Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

"But, my initial physique was no different from that of an ordinary person, and I was even exceptionally weak. What's going on?"

When Anle first came to this world, his body was just a mortal. He was not even as strong as the men in Chenjia Village. How could he be a descendant of gods?

"The body of a god's evil often depends on the container that gave birth to it."

Taoist Kong, who had not gone mad, seemed particularly warm and amiable, and spoke in a low voice.

"A demon that is transformed from natural materials and treasures is born with extraordinary magical powers, and a demon beast will inherit powerful powers. If a demon is born from a mortal... it will naturally be just a mortal at first."

"In fact, this kind of evil is extremely rare. I have only seen it once."

Taoist Kong stared at Anle with interest, as if he was looking at an endangered rare animal, with a simple desire for knowledge.

"Its uniqueness should lie in... its soul."

"You should be able to see things that ordinary people cannot see more easily than ordinary people, be able to contact indescribable existences more easily, and be more likely to be watched by gods."

"This kind of evil spirits are often forced into dangerous situations and coveted by unknown forces. You are lucky to have lived to this age and cultivated to the Golden Core Stage."

Hearing this, Anle silently looked at the "Forsaken Person" on the panel and was speechless.

From a certain perspective, Kong Daoren was not wrong.

If Anle didn't have the opportunity to try and make mistakes every day, he would have died in some corner long ago.

At this time, Taoist Kong's sight fell on Anle's magic armor, and he was unusually surprised.

"Hmm... this breath should be the void, right?"

"How could you come back alive from there?"

After all this time, Master Kong is the first person who can see through the source of the magic armor.

Taoist Kong observed carefully for a while, and his eyes became more and more strange.

"Flesh and blood, divine power, spiritual power, the void... and the smell of another god. What on earth is this armor of yours?"

"It's even weirder than the armor of the God General cultivated by Tai'a."

In fact, Anle couldn't answer this question.

After countless deductions and refinements, the [Void Demon Armor] has long been completely different from its original appearance. Even Anle himself cannot clearly explain what it is.

Anle asked again: "Senior, have you ever been to the void?"

Taoist Kong pursed his lips and smiled: "What do you think... the 'xu' of refining Xu means?"

Anle's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

But before he could ask, Taoist Kong said, "Knowledge related to the void is only harmful to you now, not beneficial."

"Besides, time is running out."

"Ok?"

Anle realized something and looked at Kong Daoren's body.

The pure white Taoist robe was gradually fading and becoming indistinct.

"Senior, you..."

"My remnant soul has been wandering in the world for too long. It is time for it to disperse."

"It is precisely because of the decline of my power that the magic array hiding the cave gradually became ineffective, and you mistakenly entered this place."

There was not much nostalgia in Taoist Kong's tone, but rather a hint of relief.

"For a period of time after my master's sect was destroyed, I had a deep hatred for all warriors. I wanted to eat their flesh and drink their blood. So I set traps for them in this cave and refined the dead into human puppets. Even I was lost in killing and hatred for a while."

"But as time went by, I realized that I was wrong. What was wrong with the warriors in the world?"

"The one who was wrong was just Taia."

Taoist Kong stretched out his white and slender hands. It was this pair of flawless white jade hands, comparable to works of art, that had committed countless murders.

"I originally wanted to kill all the warriors who entered the cave, but now..."

"Let them go."

Kong Daoren's palm began to disappear from his fingertips, but she didn't care at all and just looked up at Anle.

"It's a blessing to meet an interesting junior like you before I leave."

"However, most of the treasures in my cave have already been destroyed by me, so I probably won't get anything out of it. Do you mind?"

When she said this, she actually smiled playfully.

Although Taoist Kong's face was hidden in a layer of mist and could not be seen clearly, his beautiful temperament at that moment made Anle unable to take his eyes away.

It seemed that she was no longer the powerful cultivator who had killed countless people and carried a deep blood feud, but just an innocent girl.

"Do you have any questions?"

"It's better to ask while I still have the memory."

Anle hesitated for a moment, and finally asked: "Why would the gods create evil?"

Sora Dao Ren answered straightforwardly.

"do not know."

Her tone was very confident: "The thoughts of God cannot be guessed by humans. Maybe it is just a temporary thought without any purpose or meaning; maybe it is just right and goes with the flow; or maybe it is treating the evil gods as chess pieces and making some kind of layout... Everything is possible."

"But one thing is certain, there is an inextricable connection between you and the gods."

"Only when you are strong enough can you peek into the secrets behind this."

Anle nodded to show his understanding and asked again.

"One last thing, where is the lost God General armor?"

Sorato smiled: "You will see it, it is right there..."

******

Another place in the cave.

The surroundings were dark, and a cold wind blew up out of nowhere, bringing with it the smell of blood.

The wet ground was shaking slightly, and blood-colored light flashed from time to time. Once an ordinary warrior touched it, he would lose a lot of energy and blood. If he was hit by two or three at the same time, he would most likely be sucked dry!

"Big brother, don't run. Can you lend me your legs?"

The terrifying human puppet climbed up the wall rapidly, with several arms and thighs easily piercing into the rock wall, supporting its huge body.

In this complex terrain, the human puppet's movements were surprisingly flexible and swift, sending chills down the spines of the warriors fleeing in front of it.

"What the hell is this monster!"

Li Guanshan was also among those fleeing in panic. He gritted his teeth and couldn't help cursing.

There was a deep wound on his chest that was visible to the bone, and blood was constantly oozing out of it. The red glow around him was also much lighter than usual, and he was obviously in a weak state.

When Li Guanshan first met this human puppet, he was a little contemptuous and fought fiercely with it.

After several collisions, Li Guanshan quickly discovered the difficulty of dealing with this monster.

In terms of strength and speed alone, it is actually not as good as me.

However, Li Guanshan could only disassemble a dozen arms and joints of the human puppet, but could not kill it completely.

On the other hand, the endurance of the human puppet is almost endless and it never gets tired.

If a hand or a leg is broken, you just need to find other warriors to piece it together and it will be restored to its original state.

How can one not be frightened by such an immortal and indestructible monster?

If the situation continues to drag on, Li Guanshan might be exhausted to death.

As Li Guanshan ran away, he thought to himself, "We must first find the other thousand households, reunite with them, and then think of a solution."

"With my own strength, I am definitely no match for it."

At this moment, Situ Yuan beside him suddenly exclaimed: "Look, that face is not..."

"What kind of face are you? You're still making a fuss at this moment... Shit!"

Li Guanshan followed Situ Yuan's gaze and cursed.

It was because, next to the child's face of the human puppet, a face that they were all familiar with appeared.

"Wu Quan? He actually..."

An expression of disbelief appeared on Li Guanshan's face, and at the same time he thought of the consequences that would follow.

Although Wu Quan was not welcome in the Qingzhou Zhenling Division, he was at least the legitimate acting Zhenling Envoy. His death here would undoubtedly cause a huge shock within the Qingzhou Zhenling Division.

When his brother comes back, he will definitely be furious about this, and perhaps even they will be implicated.

Situ Yuan's expression was also quite dazed: "How could this be?"

If they looked carefully on the human puppet, they could indeed find some limbs belonging to the warriors of the Zhenling Division, but they had never thought that Wu Quan was among them.

Not long after, Wu Quan, who had crawled out of the tumor, suddenly opened his eyes.

"No! I don't want to die!"

His eyes were filled with fear and he let out a miserable wail.

"Shh—big brother, be quiet."

The child next to him stretched out a finger and put it to his mouth, pretending to be quiet: "Don't disturb others~"

"You...it's you!"

Wu Quan's fear reached its peak, but when he was about to escape, he realized that his body was completely different from before.

He lowered his head and looked at the countless limbs and torsos piled together, and fell into confusion.

"What on earth did you... do?"

"I think your brain seems to be quite useful, so I borrowed it for a while!"

The child's voice was still innocent: "Big brother, how do you feel now?"

Wu Quan's expression changed several times, and his remaining rationality was completely destroyed in the process of thinking. He first burst into tears with an extremely distorted expression, and then suddenly laughed: "Hahaha..."

“I feel… so good!”

"I am very strong now! Stronger than ever before! This is great..."

"I'm going to kill them!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Wu Quan's words seemed somewhat disorganized and confusing.

After experiencing the horror of life and death, and the current situation, he has gone completely crazy, leaving only some clear obsessions.

Rather than saying that it is still "Wuquan", it is better to say that it is just a monster that has merged Wuquan's hatred and resentment.

"This……"

"Could it be that Lord Wu..."

The warriors around witnessed this scene and heard Wu Quan's voice. They all opened their eyes wide in shock. They felt that the scene before them was absurd and weird, beyond their understanding.

A warrior cautiously asked, "Master Wu, are you okay?"

boom!

The air whistled, and several arms, leaving behind many afterimages, fell directly to the location where the warrior was.

laugh!

Blood suddenly appeared.

The person who asked the question was smashed into a ball of flesh, it was a horrible sight.

Wu Quan's crazy eyes swept across the area, his eyes were full of cruel coldness, and he muttered as if he was hypnotizing himself.

"I'm fine... I'm fine... I'm fine..."

His hatred was directed at all living warriors, especially his colleagues in the Zhenling Division.

"I know, you all look down on me and think I rely on my brother to get to this position. You are all jealous of me! You all hate me!"

"In that case, I will kill you all... Who will dare to disobey me in the future?"