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Chapter 206 At this time, Feng Baobao is still sleeping...

After entering the chat group, Han Li felt that he had seen big scenes.

However, he had never seen such a scene.

It's not that this kind of behavior is so powerful, it's just...

Han Li: "Ordinary people should not be so stupid."

Han Li explained: "Although I don't like to use this method very much, in my world, in some schools, it is very normal to use living souls to refine weapons."

"However, they all refine their living souls into magic weapons, and very few people refine themselves into magic weapons before they are alive."

Moreover, it is a magical weapon such as the Soul Refining Flag, which is not too rare.

Han Li looked strange: "Isn't he worried about someone using the 'Treasure Refining Technique' to refine him?"

The reason why the magic weapon is a magic weapon, not a cultivator, must have a huge difference.

Apart from anything else, controlling a magic weapon is much simpler than a human being.

Of course, those ten thousand-year-old antiques with countless forbidden knowledge and secret methods of cultivating immortals have countless means to resist the "refinement" of the holder.

Even if they forge themselves into magical weapons, there is a high probability that they are trying to win over the latecomers, or have some other conspiracy.

Don't think that you don't need knowledge to cultivate immortals. If you don't have enough knowledge, you may go mad directly, and there will be no chance of becoming an immortal.

However, in a blank era where a newcomer who has just come into contact with cultivating immortals doesn't even fully understand the basic exercises and theoretical guidance, where does this Wang Ai have the courage to refine himself into a ghost-like magic weapon? !
The Eightfold God's Son's eyes flashed and he smiled: "Oh, it seems that Master Han can harvest a good magic weapon."

Han Li shook his head calmly: "I don't like to use this type of magic weapon."

The most important thing is that even if Wang Ai really masters it, it is unlikely to have much power.

Han Li was just a little surprised by Wang Ai's strange way of thinking, and had no intention of taking away Wang Ai's magic weapon at all.

Han Li's expression was calm, and there was even a hint of expectation in his eyes:
"In contrast, I am more looking forward to whether in this era when everything has not been done and there is no interference from the predecessors, can a completely different flower be bloomed."

As if thinking of something, Yae Shenzi and Shinomiya Kaguya showed a faint smile: "Daoist Han, Wang Ai's school may not be passed down."

Although this auditorium is not as spacious as the VIP seats, it is much more comfortable than ordinary auditoriums.

Except for Luo Chen and Zhang Zhiwei, the other group members are all here.

Originally, Luo Chen wanted to ask them to come here together, but they shook their heads frantically, unwilling to live or die, and finally came here.

Luo Chen probably guessed something, but he didn't think about it in detail, nor did he use the power of time to find out the reason.

The most... is to destroy Longhu Mountain?

Luo Chen nodded, thinking so.

In the forest venue of the finals, the once lush primeval forest was reduced to ruins. The charcoal after burning of the vegetation and the faint smell of abnormality in the air gave people the feeling of being in hell.

Especially those two lighthouse players who were shrouded in ghost fog, they felt like they were about to be doomed.

The extremely expensive full-body armor and the strong bodies that have experienced hundreds of battles cannot make them feel a trace of warmth. The fear that seems to go straight to the depths of their souls seems to directly penetrate the malicious whispers on the material level:

"Let's become one with us!"

In the forest where black charcoal was fluttering, Wang Ai was wearing a black coat with a white old-fashioned shirt inside, walking slowly with a cane.

He didn't wear any equipment, and he looked like a retired old man with white hair and old age who came out to parade.

Although Donghuang looked down upon Wang Ai, he would not deliberately hinder Wang Ai at this moment.

None of the body-covered arms similar to exoskeletons, the corresponding firepower supply, the distribution of communication equipment, and the support of basic intelligence were left behind.

If Wang Ai really has an uncontrollable trend in the future, someone will naturally come forward to solve it.

Right now, everything is about winning.

The black mist like a dark cloud rolled, and in front of the two trembling lighthouse players, a slender hand that was so pale that it didn't look like a human was slowly formed.

On the front of the palm, the nails that were nearly half the length of a finger were dyed a bright red color like fresh blood, pointing directly at the two of them.

The ferocious aura is like a ghost asking for his life.

The blond white man's face was full of horror: "This is impossible!"

In the one-person world, it's not that they haven't been exposed to this kind of mental attack, nor have they fought against "new aliens" who got the chance...

But the situation in front of them is completely different from what they imagined.

This kind of physical mental shock, as if facing the instinctive fear of ghosts, made them tremble instinctively.

Even though the people in the rear desperately warned them through the earphones, even though they were roaring in their hearts, their bodies seemed to be disobedient.

After all, he was an experienced soldier. The blond white man struggled to press a certain button. A weak electric current swept through his body, and the severe pain awakened his body's instincts.

Taking this opportunity, the blond white man looked fierce and pulled the trigger on Wang Ai without hesitation.

The fleeting bullet penetrated Wang Ai's body easily without encountering any obstacles, as if there was nothing.

The blond white man stared wide-eyed: "This is impossible!"

Could it be that human beings can also preserve their souls and live long-sighted like mountain spirits and wild monsters? !
A kind smile appeared on the old man's face, as if he heard their thoughts: "Congratulations, you guessed it right!"

In the rolling black mist, two women in red clothes with disheveled hair slowly walked out and quietly sank into the bodies of the two lighthouse players.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Like the roar of a wild animal on the verge of death, a ferocious and distorted voice sounded in the forest.

On his kind face, Wang Ai showed disdain: "How can a mere barbarian understand the mystery of the Eight Wonders?"

And all these scenes are broadcast to the main venue through high-definition screens.

The audience who can appear here naturally have extremely strong psychological quality and are unmoved by the tragic situation shown on the screen.

Instead, they were whispering and discussing the strange phenomena on Wang Ai.

The few people who know the inside story of "Eight Wonderful Skills: Ju Ling Dispatch General" are full of questions: "Does Ju Ling Dispatch General still have such potential?"

Similarly, Zhang Lingyu also expressed this confusion to Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei: "This is not just a simple matter of dispatching generals. There may be some other opportunities."

Zhang Lingyu frowned slightly, her face a little ugly: "So, no one can stop him?"

Zhang Zhiwei thinks of Wang Ye who has been very close to Donghuang officials recently, and then thinks about Yae Shenzi and Feng Baobao who are sneaky:

"No problem, Baby Feng is still here."

Zhang Lingyu hesitated to speak: "But Baobao Feng seems to be still sleeping."

Zhang Zhiwei: "..."

(End of this chapter)