The southern world spirit panicked.

If Gusu Ziheng is a veteran-level master of transcending the tribulation period, he must have practiced the magic of physical death and the Nascent Soul to become a loose immortal.

But Gusu Ziheng is a rookie. He only managed to break through to the Tribulation Stage by eating his fleshy Suzaku meat, and he doesn’t understand the method of Nascent Soul cultivation at all.

Especially when Du Jie was chopped into pieces, without the skills of Nascent Soul cultivation, he could not protect his soul. This time, his soul would have been destroyed long ago.

And he...as a world spirit, he naturally has a way to reunite Gusu Ziheng's Nascent Soul and soul, but it is his soul that is lost.

What a ruthless person.

To actually damage the soul of his majestic World Spirit for a scumbag, my God, I want to cry, okay?

“This world spirit doesn’t know anything, can you not ask me?” The southern world spirit quickly moved away from Feng Hao.

A look of disgust.

"Haha!"

Feng Hao sneered twice, and with the power of his divine consciousness, he poked the ray of divine soul sacrificed to him by the Southern World Spirit.

　“Ah…”

Suddenly, the miserable howling sounds of the Southern World Spirit wandered in all directions.

Sun Wukong was startled by the voice of the Southern World Spirit, and the golden cudgel was so frightened that it became as big as Optimus Prime.

"What are you doing? Don't think that after fused with the soul beads, I will give you advice... Before I became the Demon King, I dared to turn the God's Domain upside down..."

Sun Wukong felt that he had been frightened by the Southern World Spirit just now, and was very low-ranking, so he quickly took out the glorious history of the year to calm down the shock.

The effect seemed to be pretty good. Nan Jie Ling was immediately attracted to it without mentioning Gusu Ziheng at all.

"Oh? Did the Great Sage really have such a breeze back then?" Nan Jie Ling looked shocked.

"Of course!"

Sun Wukong turned his nostrils to the sky and said: "I don't even look at my old grandson."

"The spirits of this world are right. I'm very interested in the past of the Great Sage, come, let's talk..." Nan Jie Ling said, holding Sun Wukong's shoulder familiarly, and walked in the opposite direction of Gusu Ziheng.

"Uh..."

Sun Wukong was startled by Nan Jie Ling's "ambiguous" movements, and frowned, but he really couldn't show off his power.

The Southern World Spirit is very powerful. It was so powerful that Feng Hao had to use the Pangu Divine Ax to subdue it. How could Sun Wukong dare to resist?

　“Stop!”

At this moment, Feng Hao scolded: “Go forward!If you take one step forward, don’t blame me for turning against you. "

"..."

Sun Wukong and Nan Jie Ling stepped out with their left feet at the same time, both subconsciously hovering in the air and looking at each other.

"Wind Emperor, I misunderstood, it was the Southern World Spirit who insisted on dragging me away. " Sun Wukong hurriedly explained.

If Feng Hao turns his back and refuses to recognize anyone, Sun Wukong will cry.

He is still waiting for the Demon Sacred Tree and a better future. But without Feng Hao, he would not even have the chance to drink soup.

Feng Hao glanced at Sun Wukong and said softly: "It has nothing to do with you! "

Phew!

Sun Wukong breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately stepped down with his hovering left foot. His whole body felt refreshed, as if he could smell the smell of Huaguo Mountain.

It was really a false alarm, ha, ha!

But Nan Jie Ling’s face turned ugly, as if he had swallowed a pair of fly excrement, and he knew that he would not lose any blood today. , there is no way to retire after success.

"Well, it suddenly occurred to me that there is a way to save that kid..."

The Southern World Spirit accepted its fate, and only I hope that Feng Hao’s appearance will not be too ugly and that he will give that boy a new body that is incredible in all aspects.

He had spent a lot of effort on the body of Suzaku before, and he has almost cultivated it. It took tens of thousands of years to wake up from Suzaku's body.

The stronger the body, the more terrifying the mental effort it takes. Now that the heart of the world is awakening frequently, the Southern World Spirit does not want to miss this opportunity.

This is an excellent shortcut to get rid of the shackles of heaven and become the lord of all realms.

“Go! ”

Feng Hao looked at Nan Jie Ling with a smile on his face. The warmth here was like the reunion of old friends whom he had not seen for many years.

Nan Jie Ling also grinned. He smiled, but this smile was uglier than crying.

In the distance, the place where Gusu Zihengdu Calamity was, was in a mess, with ravines and ravines, as if it had been plowed by ancient sacred oxen.
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It’s just that there is no trace of Gusu Ziheng there, and only a few disciples of the Guiyuan Sword Sect are left wailing and lamenting, beating their chests and feet, hating God for being unfair, why is the thunder and punishment of heaven so fierce.

"Stop wailing, this kid is destined to die, some people think he doesn't deserve to die..."

While several disciples of Guiyuan Sword Sect were beating the ground and wailing, Nan came from behind. The ethereal voice of the world spirit.

Everyone turned around and saw the ghost-like southern world spirit. After a brief moment of surprise, they quickly knelt down on the ground.

The shape is trembling.

However, everyone soon heard a different meaning from Nan Jie Ling’s words, and raised their heads and looked at Nan Jie Ling blankly.

Before they could speak, Nan Jie Ling pointed in the direction of Feng Hao and said with a look of reluctance: "That guy, let this world spirit resurrect your young sect leader, you can make your own choice. , who wants to be his body, so that I can summon the spirit. If it’s too late, I won’t blame the spirit of this world."

"This..."

"Guiyuan Sword" The few people who were alive in Zong had embarrassed expressions on their faces, as if no one wanted to become Gusu Zi Hengxin's physical body.

Thinking about it, after all, after eating Suzaku meat, not only has the state reached the stage of transcending tribulation, but also the first level of heavenly punishment and thunder tribulation has been perfectly passed. In the infinitely beautiful future, only a fool would be willing to do it. Others just make wedding clothes.

Gusu Ziheng was the young sect leader. When he died, as a fellow disciple, it was a matter of affection to mourn and feel distressed.

But if you have to sacrifice yourself to fulfill Gusu Ziheng, haha, whoever is stupid will come...

"Although I am already in the stage of transcending tribulation, this body is not suitable for you, young master. Sect Master...my second son has something wrong."

A Sword Sect disciple was the first to shake his head and politely declined.

"My body and skin are affected by my parents. I have to go back and ask my parents for instructions..." A disciple of the Sword Sect declined politely.

"I have to ask my wife..."

None of the seven or more disciples in the tribulation period are willing to become Gusu Ziheng's new body. If before that, The sect promised their family a better future, and they would definitely consider it carefully.

But now, they themselves are all Qi practitioners in the tribulation period, comparable to the national masters in the capital of Qin Dynasty. What kind of future do they want? Why sacrifice yourself.

It’s totally unnecessary.

Time dragged on, and several masters from the Guiyuan Sword Sect were also counting the hours without making any further comment.

And the Southern World Spirit doesn’t rush, it hopes to be as late as possible, so that it doesn’t have to expend effort to save people.

Anyway, he took action.

It’s just that no one is willing to give Gusu Ziheng a body. It can’t kill people by force.

"If no one wants it, this world spirit will leave."

The Southern World Spirit Queen was secretly happy in her heart, but her face was calm, but just now he When he was about to turn around and leave, a weak voice rang out: "My Sword Sect has a legend about spiritual sword cultivators, saying that monks in the Nascent Soul stage can integrate the Nascent Soul into the spiritual sword..."