"Impossible! No matter how great the treasure or elixir is, there will be a process of restoring the power of the soul, but he completely restored the power of his soul in an instant. This effect is by no means ordinary.
Treasures or elixirs can do it! What's more, we didn't see him take out any treasures or elixirs." The handsome red-haired man continued.
"That's right. I just sensed it very clearly. This boy's soul was indeed severely damaged, but he recovered instantly. While the power of his soul was restored, his divine power seemed to be slightly weakened."
The evil old man said.
"Has the divine power been weakened a little?" Xin Zong was startled, "Is it possible that he just used some divine power to completely repair the damage to his soul? Just like the immortal body?"
"Immortal?" The handsome red-haired man and the evil old man also looked at each other, both of them showing a hint of shock.
The immortal body can be controlled by any cultivator at the True Saint level.
But having an immortal body does not mean that you are truly immortal. At least the immortal body has no effect in the face of soul attacks.
If a person's soul is directly annihilated, it is useless to have an immortal body. This is the common sense of heaven.
But now, if Jian Wushuang's soul power can be like a cultivator's immortal body and can be repaired instantly through his own divine power, then this ability would be a bit too incredible.
"Although it is unbelievable, this may be the only explanation. This boy, his immortal body, can even repair his soul!!" Xin Zong's eyes flashed with sternness, "No wonder Lord Witch God attaches so much importance to him, and
Thousands of warnings and instructions, asking us to capture him alive."
"Since the soul attack has no effect, let's suppress him directly." The handsome red-haired man stared at Jian Wushuang with cold eyes, and then suddenly waved his big hand. The moment he waved, a bright golden light appeared.
Light up the world fiercely.
In the void in front of Jian Wushuang, a huge golden palace appeared out of thin air.
After the golden palace appeared, it floated directly above Jian Wushuang, and then a terrifying force suddenly pressed down.
"Is this... a suppressive treasure?" Jian Wushuang's expression darkened.
He could feel the terrifying repressive force coming from the golden palace.
This suppressive power is astonishingly strong. Not surprisingly, this golden palace should be a suppressive treasure!!
The suppressive treasure is personally controlled by a Lord of Rules, and its power is extremely terrifying. Under the Lord of Rules, no one should be able to resist it.
Jian Wushuang also felt a huge pressure under the golden palace. His face was solemn and he clenched his teeth. In his hand was a red bead. This bead was exactly what Mo Shan had given him before.
One of the two beads was personally refined by Master Wentian, one of the three palace masters of the Tianzhan Alliance. Once the power in the beads is activated, it can easily kill the general Lord of Rules!!
Under the pressure of this suppressive treasure, Jian Wushuang had already raised the idea of activating the bead.
Jian Wushuang stood there, letting the terrifying power in the palace sweep towards him, but although the suppressive power was extremely powerful, it did not have much impact on Jian Wushuang at all.
"How is that possible?"
The red-haired handsome man was stunned, "I obtained the Temple of the Sealed God from an ancient ruins. Although it is only an elementary treasure, it is also the best among elementary treasures. Its suppressive power is very impressive.
, but now under the personal control of me, the Lord of Rules, I can't suppress a mere fourth-level true saint?"
The handsome red-haired man had a look of disbelief on his face.
He has also seen that his Fengshen Temple cannot suppress Jian Wushuang at all. It is not because he failed to bring out the power of Fengshen Temple, but because... the opponent's level is too high, and Fengshen Temple has no ability to suppress it.
But Jian Wushuang is obviously just a fourth-level true saint?
"It's not because of his level of strength, but because of other reasons that the Fengshen Temple cannot suppress it." The handsome red-haired man frowned.
His guess was correct. Although Jian Wushuang was only a fourth-level true saint, it was true, but he was the only perfect chaotic creature in the Taichu God Realm.
His level of life is too high, and has long exceeded the scope of the Taichu God Realm. Such a high-end life cannot be suppressed even by the will of heaven. A mere treasure-sealed temple, even if it is controlled by the Lord of Rules himself, will never be suppressed.
The ability to suppress Jian Wushuang.
"This kid is obviously just a fourth-level true saint, but he is so difficult to deal with. Soul attacks and suppression methods are of no use to him." The handsome red-haired man looked ugly and said in a low voice: "Suppression methods are useless, soul attacks are useless.
He can rely on divine power to repair. In this case, we can only forcefully defeat his divine power again and again, consume his divine power, and let him use up his divine power. When he can no longer restore the power of his soul, let Xinsong you take action to rescue him.
The soul is asleep."
"Okay." Xin Zong nodded.
"In that case, let me take action myself." The evil old man laughed strangely, and then his figure suddenly moved.
Whoosh!
A cold aura swept over him, and Jian Wushuang couldn't see the specific figure of this evil old man at all.
call out!
A dark sword stabbed straight towards Jian Wushuang's chest silently.
"So fast!!"
"It's too fast!"
Jian Wushuang looked shocked and had no room to fight back.
laugh!
The dark sword light pierced Jian Wushuang's chest, instantly piercing the Jinliu armor on his body, and then the sword light pierced Jian Wushuang's heart.
Buzz~~~ Jian Wushuang's figure trembled, and he collapsed the next moment.
The Lord of Rules personally took action, and with just a casual blow, Jian Wushuang was unable to resist, and his divine body collapsed.
But in just an instant, Jian Wushuang's divine body was reorganized again.
"Jie Jie~~~" The evil old man laughed coldly, and then took action again and again.
Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi!
A series of evil spirits, and incredibly fast sword lights, attacked Jian Wushuang again and again.
Even though Jian Wushuang had considerable strength, he had absolutely no room to show his abilities in front of this evil old man. He was hit in the vitals again and again by the evil old man. Every time he was hit in the vitals, Jian Wushuang's divine body would immediately collapse.
In just a moment, Jian Wushuang's divine body had collapsed seventeen times and was replenished seventeen times.
Under normal circumstances, a true saint would reach his limit after reorganizing his body five or six times, and his divine power would be exhausted, but Jian Wushuang...