Chapter six hundred and twenty-six who is more treacherous
Fighters are different from ordinary people. Ordinary people die when they die. However, after the fighter dies, there are still three ways to choose. One is to send the fighting spirit into reincarnation with the help of other fighters, so as to be reincarnated.
After reincarnation, you can inherit nearly half of the cultivation and experience from the previous life, and you can avoid the threshold of condensing the fighting spirit.
Generally speaking, most of the disciples of large sects and the children of powerful families will choose this first path after their unexpected death. However, this path is expensive. Those who come to help reincarnation must dedicate themselves for five to ten years.
With the accumulation of cultivation, unless they have life-long friends or extremely large backgrounds, ordinary fighters simply cannot afford such treatment.
The second path is a completely different path. Even choosing to do this more than a thousand years ago would have been judged as a heresy by the Changsheng Sect. This path is military cultivation. The so-called military cultivation refers to the artificial general after the death of the fighter.
The fighting soul is entrusted in a vessel. This kind of entrustment is actually completely unnatural, because in this process, the soul of the fighter is also sealed along with the fighting spirit, and generally speaking, the vessel that the fighter chooses to entrust it to
They are all weapons, so this road is also called Bingxiu.
In fact, military training has another meaning. The so-called soldier is the weapon to control the power of killing. If there is no choice but hard to settle the grievances, almost no fighter is willing to take the path of military training, because military training means
The soul will never be reincarnated, and will never be able to enter reincarnation again. The soul will have to endure bullying and torture in the weapon of entrustment forever, which is even more miserable than a resentful spirit or a lonely soul.
But it has to be said that military cultivation is the most complete way for a fighter to preserve his strength after his death. Therefore, during thousands of years of struggle, this extreme behavior that was not recognized by the Immortality Religion in the past has gradually become the default behavior.
Usually, the lowest level of weapons used by combatants during military training will be holy weapons, which is naturally welcomed by other living combatants.
As for the last path, there is nothing special. Just like ordinary people, after the fighting spirit disappears automatically, the soul enters the Nine Netherworld and reincarnates again.
What surprised Ling Feng and Hulunbo was not that Renault actually chose the path of military cultivation, but that he actually succeeded in military cultivation by himself without anyone's help after his death. Ling Feng almost dropped his jaw in shock.
Well, although the Immortality Sect will not interfere with the military cultivator's act of defying heaven, this is an act that cannot be tolerated in the Jiuyou Underworld.
The normal operation of the underworld relies on the reincarnation of the soul, and reincarnation is not only the pillar of the underworld, but also the balance between the three realms of heaven, man, and demon after the war between humans and gods. The fighter's military training has greatly affected this.
This kind of balance is an absolutely unacceptable behavior for the God of Hell who controls the Nine Netherworlds. Therefore, after the Immortality Religion indulged military cultivators, God of Hades joined the ranks of curbing military cultivators.
If a fighter wants to succeed in military training, at least two fighters of the same realm as him need to perform Xuantian Dharma protection, using their fighting souls as guides to guide the fighting souls of the dead into the weapons. If not, the God of Hades will be on the fighter.
Destruction is carried out during military training, and once Hades interferes, the end will undoubtedly be that the soul will be scattered.
Marquis Lingfeng was waiting for Renault's fighting spirit here. He was originally afraid that the Immortality Cult had some secret method to learn the true secret of Renault's death from Renault's fighting spirit. If Lingfeng wanted to be foolproof, he had to destroy Renault's fighting spirit.
, Although this kind of behavior hinders Tianhe and has a certain impact on Ling Feng's practice, Ling Feng has to do it.
It's just that Ling Feng never expected that Renault was completely an anomaly. Not only did he succeed in praying to the gods alone, he was actually able to complete military training alone after his death. Even if Ling Feng hated Renault, he had to admire his courage and courage.
, the Divine Sword of Light that was fused with Renault's fighting spirit had completely changed its appearance. The Divine Sword was charging wildly in the flash of golden light, and was about to break through Ling Feng's talisman formation and escape. Ling Feng could not tolerate any further hesitation.
"Hulun, imprison him!"
Ling Feng shouted loudly, Hulunbo stood up from the ground, and threw his hands outward. The bright sword that was struggling to break through the protection of the talisman formation was suddenly stopped in mid-air. Hulunbo took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and held back.
Feeling dizzy in the sea of consciousness, he grinned and said:
"I'm telling you, brother, you don't shorten people's names like this. My surname is Byron and my last name is Hulumbo."
Ling Feng had a solemn look on his face. He was not in the mood to joke with Hulunbo at this time. Seeing the Divine Sword of Light imprisoned in mid-air, Ling Feng summoned his fighting spirit without hesitation. This was
Hulunbo saw Ling Feng's fighting spirit for the first time. What he saw was a three-meter-high black giant cauldron falling from the sky. The cauldron weighed more than a thousand kilograms. When it landed, it hit the ground so hard that it shook.
"The tripod rises, close it!"
Ling Feng stood his fingers together, and a black whirlwind emerged from the cauldron. The whirlwind was like a black smoke, rolling up the lid of the cauldron. With Ling Feng's finger, a black whirlwind emerged from the cauldron.
A ball of water-blue fire that could be seen with the naked eye appeared. The fire jumped slightly, as if it had endless suction, and actually pulled the imprisoned Divine Sword of Light.
Renault has successfully cultivated the weapon. At this time, the Divine Sword of Light is actually completely equivalent to himself. As the sword body trembled, Hulunbo was hit hard again. The red robe he saw was completely turned into powder, and a mouthful of black blood bruised his face.
Coming out of Hulunbo's mouth, the Bayern boy who had been smiling playfully before immediately collapsed on the ground, completely dizzy.
Ling Feng's expression changed, and the Divine Sword of Light made a sharp whistle. The fire coming out of the cauldron could no longer pull the sword, and the sword twisted crazily, as if a fierce ghost was howling. Ling Feng
A few strands of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He had no idea that Renault would be more troublesome after he died than when he was alive.
"I won't let you go, I won't let you go!"
The Divine Sword of Light suddenly stopped trembling, and a phantom jumped out of the sword. Among the phantoms was the ferocious face of Renault. The blond boy had turned into a long-haired ghost. The iron-blue face made people feel uncomfortable. Ling Feng was cold.
Without saying a word, he practiced Taoism in his previous life and saw many demons and ghosts. He was completely immune to Renault's appearance as a resentful spirit. With a sneer on his lips, Ling Feng ruthlessly poured all his energy into the cauldron.
The big black cauldron in the stalemate "buzzed" and a bright light came out. The black smoke that swept away the cauldron cover was caught in the bright light. Then the light spread out, and Yan Luo, who was wearing short armor and a cold face, appeared again.
Appeared, "Bold ghost, how dare you act so boldly in front of my master!"
Yanluo shouted loudly, and the iron gun in his hand stabbed him with a "snap" sound. The struggling Guangming Divine Sword suddenly shook, and the sword was hit by the tip of the gun, and fell to the ground with a "snap" sound.
In the dust.
"Ling Feng, you have destroyed my body, why don't you even let Bing Xiu let me go?"
Renault's miserable appearance once again appeared in Lingfeng's sight as a phantom. At this time, Renault's face was miserable, and his expression was actually pleading. He was indeed miserable. Not to mention that his body was destroyed, and he was forced to
However, the soldier cultivator was facing the danger of being refined by Ling Feng. Ling Feng's expression changed and he hesitated for a moment.
"Bold, little ghost, how dare you confuse my master!"
Renault's talent is really powerful. Whether he is a god or a ghost, he has shown impressive abilities. If Ling Feng and the weapon spirit Yan Luo hadn't existed, just the nonsense he just said would be enough to deceive Ling Feng.
Feng and Ling Feng's eyes quickly returned to clarity. Yan Luo's loud shouting could not help but frighten Renault, and also woke up Ling Feng.
"Reno, I really admire you. You are more difficult to deal with dead than alive. I can keep you here!"
Ling Feng's eyebrows stood up and he broke out into a cold sweat. He had always boasted that his telepathy was good and he was born with the ability to resist charm. Even those invincible telepathy masters in the same realm might not be able to cause much harm to him.
Thinking that Renault, a resentful spirit who had just successfully cultivated his military skills, had successfully confused him, without Yanluo, Ling Feng really couldn't imagine what it would be like to let Renault escape.
"Ajiu, collect the cauldron!" Lingfeng knocked down a restoration pill, and the true essence that was quickly restored by the medicine was injected into the cauldron again. Yanluo, who pressed the sword of light with the tip of his spear, nodded slightly, and then with the tip of the spear, he
He jumped and threw the God of Light towards the Nine Dragon Cauldron. Who would have thought that Renault would still want to fight to the death? The sword flew in the opposite direction and stabbed straight towards Ling Feng's chest.
Three beast-blood warriors jumped in front of Ling Feng in an instant. Due to the lack of innate telekinesis, the beast-blood warriors could not sense the presence of Renault Yu Yanluo. They could only see the sword flying over strangely, and then subconsciously blocked it.
In front of Ling Feng, Renault's purpose was not Ling Feng, he just used this to distract the beast-blood warriors and find an escape route for himself.
The three beast-blooded warriors were indeed fooled. They were equally loyal to Ling Feng and their reactions were surprisingly similar. Therefore, the three of them moved away from the blockage at the same time. The Divine Sword of Light screamed and followed Ling Feng.
Yan Luo shot in a direction that even Yan Luo couldn't care about.
No one thought that this moment would be Renault's true strength. He had saved all the fighting power he had accumulated until now. The golden sword flashed suddenly, and Yan Luo was burned by black smoke before he even arrived.
, even Yan Luo did not dare to move forward amid a burst of mournful howling. Ling Feng could only watch as Renault split the talisman formation and flew towards the sky above his head.
"Lingfeng, I will come back!"
Renault's sinister laughter came from the golden sword. Lingfeng's scalp was numb and his teeth were itching with hatred, but he could do nothing. He could only watch Renault escape from his eyes.
"Then come back!"
Suddenly a joking voice sounded. Hulunbo, who had fainted due to the confinement of the Divine Sword of Light, miraculously got up. With a flick of his hands, Renault, who was about to escape, was instantly imprisoned in mid-air.
, Ling Feng ignored the ecstasy, pointed his finger, and a black smoke sprang up, and the smoke flew up.
, the spear hit the Divine Sword of Light fiercely, and the Divine Sword emitting countless golden lights fell steadily into the cauldron with a scream, and then the smoke turned into black smoke and rolled up the cauldron lid to seal the Nine Dragon Cauldron.
Feng slapped Ding with both hands, causing the Samadhi True Fire to burst out, and a shrill howl as if coming from the abyss.
Renault was refined very quickly. After all, he was just a war soul resting on the Divine Sword of Light. In a few minutes, Renault turned into a pool of molten iron along with the Divine Sword of Light, and the battle soul was also in the Samadhi True Fire.
After being quenched and reduced to nothingness, Ling Feng wiped the cold sweat from his head and looked towards Hulunbo surrounded by three beast-blood warriors.
Hulunbo rubbed his chest with a surprised look on his face. It was obvious that Lingfeng's method of refining Renault had a great impact on him. Hulunbo, who looked like a ruffian no matter how he looked, was acting very naive at this time.
, there was no cunning in his eyes, Ling Feng shook his head and smiled, not sure whether to praise him or to laugh at himself.
"Hulun, what kind of weapon do you want?"
Ling Feng suddenly asked. Hulunbo, who was staring at the Nine Dragon Cauldron curiously, first frowned, and then grinned unhappily: "Brother, Hulunbo."
Ling Feng smiled coquettishly and continued: "Hulunbo, what kind of weapon do you want."
"Can you also forge weapons?"
Hulunbo looked at Ling Feng in surprise. He had known for a long time that Ling Feng was the legendary alchemy god, but forging weapons was not the same as refining elixirs. How old was he and he had learned so much?