Liang Shaochong had completely guessed what the fat middle-aged man was really thinking. He wanted to rush forward himself, hoping that he would distract the tusked cow's attention and become his scapegoat.
These hundreds of seven-star beasts, tusked, scaled and horned oxen, their egg-sized eyes exuded bursts of violent and bloodthirsty light, staring straight at the obese middle-aged man, their whole bodies filled with ferocious murderous aura.
Once the group of fanged and scaled horned cattle divert their attention and identify Liang Shaochong, he will become their target and will not stop chasing until Liang Shaochong is trampled to death under their feet.
"Holy crap! Since you are running so fast, even if you die, I will hold you back." When the fat middle-aged man saw that Liang Shaochong ignored his call and ran faster, he immediately cursed and turned around to run towards Liang Shaochong.
Chase in the direction.
"Boom! Boom!"
The tusked, scaled and horned cattle stared closely at the obese middle-aged man, turned in a different direction, and ran towards him in unison.
There are forty levels of heaven in the forty-layer coffin tower. Each level of heaven is different. From bottom to top, each level is more dangerous than the next, and the level of the space is also higher than the last level.
In this Juvenile Valley in the third level of heaven, wild beasts run rampant everywhere and are extremely ferocious. The worst cultivators are the six-star beasts and the pulse cultivators of the sixth level of pulse sense. Furthermore, in this beautiful Jueming Valley
There are countless rare and exotic fruits in the Vein Valley, and many pulse cultivators are willing to take risks and enter the forbidden areas of wild beasts for the sake of these spiritual fruits and elixirs.
This obese middle-aged man entered a desperate place to pick the spiritual fruits guarded by the fanged and scaled horned cattle. He offended the group of fanged and scaled horned cattle, and was then frantically pursued by them.
Just like that, Liang Shaochong ran in front, with the fat middle-aged man sandwiched in the middle, and the tusked, scaled-horned bull chasing after him closely.
After chasing each other for an hour, the distance between them gradually widened.
At this time, the obese middle-aged man was panting and running slower and slower, and his physical strength seemed to be running out.
At this moment, the tusked ox at the front jumped suddenly, and its long scimitar-like horns pierced his body, then swung it hard and fell to the ground.
.
"Ah! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Come and save me."
When the obese middle-aged man was dying, he let out a scream and was immediately chased by hundreds of tusked and horned cattle. Hundreds of iron hooves trampled him into a thin piece of meat in an instant.
Cake, blood mist steaming.
After trampling the fat middle-aged man to death, the group of tusked and scaly-horned cattle turned around and gradually retreated.
"It's so dangerous, so dangerous! If I had been targeted by these fanged and scaled-horned cattle just now, I'm afraid I would be like him." Liang Shaochong in the distance also stopped.
The situation just now made him feel palpitated.
At this moment, the body of the obese middle-aged man who had been trampled into a meat pie suddenly exploded, and a gray mist containing powerful thunder and lightning floated out from it and rushed into the sky.
The energy contained in this pulse soul is extremely huge, and it is the purest one Liang Shaochong has ever seen.
"It's the pulse soul of the eighth level of pulse sense!"
Liang Shaochong was overjoyed and immediately performed the "Shadow Butterfly Flying into the Willow Step". The pair of transparent wings condensed on his back and he quickly flew over. He jumped and caught the pulse soul.
"What a pure pulse soul." Liang Shaochong looked at the pulse soul in his hand and felt that there was powerful thunder and lightning flowing in the pulse soul in his hand. The strange soul aura was roaring like a big river, and the energy contained in it was purer than before.
strong.
"Eeyah. Eeyah!"
I saw the baby in Pulse Soul who looked very much like a fat middle-aged man, staring angrily at Liang Shaochong, struggling and shouting, as if trying to break free.
Liang Shaochong curiously looked at the pulse soul in his hand and said to himself: "Hey! He can also talk and get angry."...
In the past, Liang Shaochong had encountered pulse souls around the fourth level of pulse sense, with relatively low levels of energy.
Pulse souls are also divided into three, six or nine levels. According to the cultivation level of the pulse cultivator, they can be divided into ordinary-grade pulse souls and high-grade pulse souls.
Among them, ordinary-grade pulse souls are divided into four levels: lower, middle and upper.
Generally speaking, the pulse soul of a lower-level disciple is a lower-level mortal soul. The pulse soul of an intermediate-level disciple is a mid-level mortal soul. The pulse soul of an upper-level disciple is an upper-level mortal soul.
Soul. The pulse soul of a great disciple is a top-level mortal soul.
The infants inside the pulse souls below the intermediate level mortal level are not yet formed and have no independent consciousness. However, the upper-level mortal pulse souls above the seventh level of pulse sense are already formed babies and have independent consciousness.
Now, the pulse soul in Liang Shaochong's hand is an upper-level pulse disciple at the eighth level of pulse sense. It is an upper-level mortal pulse soul with higher level energy. Not only has it gained independent consciousness, but it has also begun to speak, but the voice is still a little bit...
Vague.
That's why the Pulse Soul that Liang Shaochong had just captured shouted loudly to resist.
"You can't blame me. It's because you are uneasy and have good intentions." Liang Shaochong sneered, adsorbed it in his palm and refined it directly.
"Boom!"
As soon as this pulse soul of the eighth level of pulse sense poured into Liang Shaochong's body, it immediately turned into a pure soul power, flowing rapidly towards Liang Shaochong's limbs and bones, filling his muscles and bones, rising to his brain, and flowing down his body's meridians.
"What a powerful soul!"
Liang Shaochong shook his head, feeling a little drunk, but very comfortable, as if he was floating in the clouds.
The powerful soul power was constantly impacting Liang Shaochong's body. The pulse that was originally the size of two and a half adults' fists swelled again, and it increased by a full circle, already exceeding two and a half.
Adult fist.
"Well, the pulse has grown again. If it continues like this, it will definitely grow into a pulse the size of three adults' fists." Liang Shaochong looked at the huge pulse surging in his body and was pleasantly surprised.
After Liang Shaochong completely refined the Pulse Soul, he determined the direction and continued moving towards the east.
After running like this for a long time, Liang Shaochong killed more than a dozen pulse cultivators along the way. All of these pulse cultivators were mid-level pulse disciples cultivating at the sixth level of pulse sense, and he did not encounter anyone above the seventh level of pulse sense.
Upper level disciple.
Although these pulse souls at the sixth level of pulse sense cannot compare with the upper-level mortal pulse souls, they add up to a small amount. After absorbing the twenty-first pulse soul at the sixth level of pulse sense, the pulse soul in Liang Shaochong's body
The feeling is the same as last time, it has increased.
"If I absorb the pulse sense of two more upper-level pulse sense disciples at the eighth level of pulse sense, or absorb the pulse sense of forty-two middle-level pulse sense disciples at the sixth level of pulse sense sense, my pulse sense will have the opportunity to grow into three adult fists.
It’s about the same size.”
Seeing this situation, Liang Shaochong quickly came to a conclusion.
Now, what Liang Shaochong most hopes to meet is not a mid-level pulse disciple at the sixth level of pulse sense, but an upper-level pulse disciple at the eighth level of pulse sense whose overall strength is somewhat stronger than his own.
Although it takes little effort to kill a mid-level disciple and there is no danger, it does not benefit his cultivation. But when he kills an upper-level disciple who is stronger than himself, the situation is completely different.
Because all improvements in cultivation realm must pass the test of life and death, this is the most effective and direct method.
Now, in the Forty Layer Heaven Crystal, such a place is provided.
Even if Liang Shaochong is beheaded in the forty-layered Heavenly Crystal, he will not really die, but his mental power will only be damaged.
clank!
Bang!
At this moment, he suddenly heard sounds of fighting and shouting coming from the distance. Liang Shaochong immediately stopped and spoke softly.
"Well, there was a group of people fighting fiercely on the left."
Liang Shaochong swayed and quickly turned into a shadow, diving to the left.
When he sneaked to about 300 meters, Liang Shaochong jumped onto a treetop and saw the scene clearly and clearly.
The scene of the fierce fight was a wide open space, and seven men were lying on the ground. Their clothes were torn and their bodies were dripping with blood. They had obviously died in the battle. In the scene, there were also two upper-level pulse sensers.
The Pulse disciples were fighting fiercely into a ball, with energy criss-crossing each other, and the bright sword light flashing continuously, pointing directly at the opponent's vital points.
"It's a pity that those people's pulse souls have been collected by others." Liang Shaochong sighed in disappointment.