"What... is this?" The old man was shocked for a moment and wanted to step forward to see clearly, but when he took a step forward, the black needles and tendons stuck in his soul suddenly twisted, and there was a strange evil feeling just now.

As soon as he heard it, the black needle burst into a black light, completely blocking his vision. Suddenly, he remembered a Buddha's call behind him: "Amitabha, you dare to do evil deeds."

It was as if a ball of golden light shone from behind the old man, like sunlight driving away the darkness, making the scene in front of the old man return to its original state. From this look, his soul was still there, but the black needle on his chest had turned into a twisted black mess.

The flesh and tendons like roots of plants began to spread rapidly, seeming to occupy his entire soul.

Although he didn't know what it was, the old man felt something bad. It seemed that as long as the roots were completely occupied, he would die!

The desire to survive suddenly surged, and with a cry, the old man suddenly jumped forward!

The scene suddenly changed. The old man did not feel the process of jumping, but felt the process of his consciousness entering the soul.

At this moment, he saw the twisted black thorns on his chest!

This root was originally as slender as a black needle, but in a blink of an eye it was as thick as a chopstick. The black roots spreading from the chest had also covered the entire chest, reaching the abdomen and shoulders.

He can no longer feel his shoulders!

Although he is only a Yuan Shen body, he has cultivated a half body. As long as his consciousness is in the Yuan Shen body, he has the feeling of a half body, which is no different from the physical body.

Now he has lost the feeling of his shoulders. He can still move his arms, but he can't lift his shoulders.

But this is enough.

The old man quickly grabbed the black thorn and was about to pull it out, but with only a slight exertion, a huge pain that was like tearing apart the soul came from his chest.

"ah!"

The old man roared heartbreakingly, but still did not put down his hands, and instead pulled out with all his strength.

This process did not last long, as if it was just the next moment, the old man's chest suddenly collapsed. Although the black thorn was pulled out, the roots under the black thorn were still tightly wrapped around the old man's soul.

The old man gradually became weak, but his consciousness became clearer than ever at this moment.

"Little...little master...but...are you still there?" the old man said with difficulty.

"Little monk is here." Zhang Tianliu's voice came in.

"Please... little master, help me... ah!" Before he could finish his words, the old man roared again.

When his strength weakened slightly, the black thorns came back.

As a last resort, he could only endure the pain again and resist desperately.

"Please help me, little master!" After the old man finished speaking through gritted teeth, his strength became weaker again.

Zhang Tianliu actually didn't want to help him. He wanted to wait until the old man died and observe the condition of the black thorn to see if he would die with the host.

If not, will it choose the nearest target, and what is its connection with the subject? And through what method.

If the sound is transmitted thousands of miles away, it will inevitably trigger fluctuations in spirit energy. Zhang Tianliu can certainly detect it at such a close distance.

If it's not a sound transmission from thousands of miles away, it's the connection between the soul and the spirit, or else it's the power of the world.

The possibility of world power is not great. The connection between the soul and the soul is only to sense the direction. If you want to contact, you must enter the scope of the subject's spiritual consciousness. Unless it is a clone of the soul and has a soul-gathering soul body, you can use something like Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission.

In this way, what you see and hear is conveyed to the subject through the fluctuations of the spirit.

Of course, there is another kind, or several other types of matter and non-matter that Zhang Tianliu is not yet aware of, such as dark matter.

Everyone had begged him in this way, and he felt really bad for not doing so.

He stretched out his palm and put it against the old man's forehead. When he retracted his hand, he forcibly took out the old man's spirit and imprisoned it in his palm.

At this moment, the old man's soul's chest was like an ice wall shattered by Zhang Tianliu. There were black roots attached to the countless cracks. The main body of the root was a black thorn, which was being tightly grasped by the old man's soul's hands.

A thread of light appeared on the palm of Zhang Tianliu's hand where he was imprisoning the old man's soul, and it quickly wrapped around the black thorn. Then he pulled it unceremoniously, and the black thorn was pulled out by the roots, completely breaking away from the old man's soul.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief and fell down decadently.

He was dying.

The wounds and cracks on Yuanshen's chest are getting bigger and bigger, and even the muscles of Yuanshen can't stop them, not to mention that he hasn't built a complete Yuanshen body yet.

After collecting the black thorn and letting go of the old man's soul, Zhang Tianliu said: "You still have a few minutes to live. If you have any last words, I will convey them to you."

The old man's soul seemed to have lost the strength to even raise his head, and he said extremely tiredly: "Thank you, Master, for saving me. I... have no last words to leave. Throughout my life of practice, I have been living alone. I have no descendants and no relatives."

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As he spoke, the old man's spirit began to collapse from his chest.

The light of the soul that dispersed was also the old man's life and could not be kept.

As for where he went, it was naturally the end of the world.

This can also be said to be the end of the boundless sea. In a short period of time, the old man's dispersed soul will not be too scattered, but it cannot be recalled.

The scattered souls can be summoned, and the scattered souls are three souls and seven souls.

It is still possible to save the three souls and seven souls by recalling them, but if the three souls and seven souls are scattered again, it will not be as simple as six souls and fourteen souls. It will be completely scattered, which is no different from being devoured, and it will be impossible to die again.

The only way Zhang Tianliu could think of was to backtrack.

But I can't go back!

Going back again, before the old man’s domain has expanded, the earth will be gone.

The Kalachakra is fine, but does it change?

At present, Zhang Tianliu does not have the ability to change, and it cannot be done by him alone. Adding Xiao Bai, the old man and Boss Mo are not enough, otherwise the current situation would not occur.

The old man's soul was finally dispersed, and his body had already fallen into the snow and was mostly buried.

At this point, only a few figures appeared in the sky, but they did not approach. They obviously knew the situation the old man was encountering, and even if they could not let Zhang Tianliu go, they would still endure it until all of them arrived.

Zhang Tianliu is not in a hurry. Although the distance is only more than 10,000 meters and more than ten kilometers away from him, it is like having him stab a knife in front of him with nowhere to hide. But now, only the body will die.

The rest of the human demons might even run away, and it would be even more troublesome if they blended into the crowd.

Zhang Tianliu was not idle either. He spent some mana to freeze the snow and ice, built an ice coffin for the old man's body, buried him on the spot, and then pretended to recite sutras and achieve salvation.

"What on earth is he doing?" In the distance, on a huge silver-white lotus leaf, six people were standing or sitting, their eyes falling on the monk on the ice cliff.

"It's like giving salvation to an old man."

"Transcendence? Humph!"

"When do we do it?"

"What's the rush? This hunt must be foolproof."

"Kill him directly?"

"certainly."

"What about Daozang?"

As soon as these words came out, the other five people fell silent.

Not long after, some kind of message seemed to be received at the same time, including the young man who proposed Daozang and the five people saying in unison: "Kill!"

"Interesting." Zhang Tianliu felt happy.

Zhang Tianliu couldn't hear their voices, but he could clearly see the spoken language they communicated, even with his peripheral vision.

It can be seen from this that these people were planted with demon seeds. Zhang Tianliu got one of these from the old man's soul and kept it in a special bottle for later study.

For him, there is no distinction between good and evil between things, including people.

As long as something is useful, it all depends on his mood as to where he uses it.

"Poor, I forgot to ask for his name." Zhang Tianliu took the Kuaishan stone and was about to make a tombstone when he forgot to ask the old man's name, so he had to erect an empty monument and take the pretense to the extreme.
Chapter completed!