With a buzzing sound, the irresistible suction swept the surrounding spiritual power in the air. The gray curtain kept trembling and became faintly visible, as if even its spiritual power was absorbed by it. Just where Xiao Shu disappeared, the solid spiritual power constantly outlined a body shape.

If he followed the ghost's nature, he would not be afraid of any powerful enemies, but for some reason this time, he wanted to take the lead and instinctively told him that he must completely defeat Xiao Shu before he condensed his body!

The ghost's fist became loose and tighter, tighter and looser. This moment of inaction was as good as a year for him, but in the end, the corner of his mouth raised and laughed arrogantly, "Taking out the Spirit-Sealing Spell from my hand, I really didn't expect that you were so brave. Let me see, why do you dare to do this?"

Unlike when he was bound and soulless puppet before, Xiao Shu gave him a completely different feeling, just like a sharp sword unsheathed. Under the gray curtain that was originally windless and rainless, a breeze actually blew, which made his cheeks hurt.

There is no sign, and murderous intent is coming.

The ghost's body trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of excitement. He wanted to roar a few times, but the sword came too fast, and his pupils suddenly shrank. The ghost activated the spiritual core, and the powerful spiritual power was concentrated in his hand to avoid it. No, he wanted to take this sword and he personally experienced the power outside the spiritual path.

At the same time, the puppet had completed the last stroke of the scroll. The scroll turned into ashes and dispersed, leaving only the obscure spell on the iceberg dozens of feet high. The heat steeped in, but the iceberg showed no sign of melting, as if flowing water, gradually dyed the iceberg golden.

At this time, Puyu was not in a hurry. He glanced at the battle between Xiao Shu and Gui, turned to Zi Luo and said, "Don't let any emotion affect your choice. Whether it's sympathy or hatred, you are the nameless person, not Yue, not Zi Luo, not anyone, you shouldn't ask me, you should ask yourself, why can't you do this?"

The puppet turned around, and the ice crystal condensed into a long ladder in front of him, leading to the top of the iceberg. He walked up step by step. Although Yue and Zi Luo had their own thoughts, they still followed him silently.

"Which is more important than the lives and deaths of these ministers and nobles, compared with the lives of thousands of people in the North Leaf Kingdom? It is very simple to make a choice. It is rare to make the right choice. As long as it is a human being, it is inevitable to be disturbed by various emotions. We often choose relatives of strangers and relatives' lives. But if this stranger is the king, the whole country will fall into civil strife once he dies, and millions of people will suffer. How should we choose?"

"In places we can't see, how many people have experienced thousands of times more painful than theirs. You only see the queen losing everything, but have you ever thought about what the result will be if I let her go? I don't know how many princes will rise up and how many years the war will last. What do you use to ensure that all this will not happen? I won't bet. No matter how small the probability is, the bet means that it may lose. It's not me who loses, but millions of innocent people in the North Ye Kingdom."

Puppet stepped on the last ice ladder. He stood at the top of the iceberg and looked down at the entire Beifeng City, but this was far from enough. What he really wanted to see was not such a weak country. No, this world does not need the existence of rights at all. The country is just a manifestation of a group of weak people gathering together to keep warm. This is a symbol of the weakness of the human race. The world he yearns for should not be like this.

Qiu thought he had created peace and inherited the spiritual path, but in the eyes of Pu Tu, his approach was nothing more than covering up the bloody facts with prosperous silk. He could not see fairness, he only saw despair, the despair of those who were born in lowly, and the revival of the spiritual path? This is just a joke. The bad nature of the human race is destined to the weakening of the spiritual path.

Why are the physiques of the human race becoming less and less suitable for the spiritual path? It is because in the inheritance of generations, fewer and fewer people can come into contact with the spiritual path. Real spiritualists are often concentrated in large families, among the powerful and nobles, those who are lowly from low births cannot even afford to eat, but you tell them to revive the spiritual path? Isn’t this a joke? Perhaps in another thousand years, ninety percent of the human race will no longer be suitable for practicing the spiritual path.

How can this situation not make people desperate?

Compared with the ban in the virtual spirit world, this feeling of self-destruction but powerlessness makes the puppet even more painful.

"One day, when power is gone, we can take off our masks and regain freedom."

Pu looked at the gloomy sky. He didn't want much in his life, not for power, not for wealth, nor for the illusory unblocking of the spiritual world. He just wanted to change this unfair status quo. The powerful and nobles were the minority, they were the majority, and he would never feel lonely.

Yue and Zi Luo were both silent. Before they came to Beifeng City and before being adopted by puppets, they had seen enough. Outside the temple was hell, where violence and oppression could be seen everywhere. The wealth squeezed from the people eventually turned into a spear that stabbed the people.

Who would question it?

Does anyone dare to question?

Isn’t all this taken for granted?

The spiritual power in his body was consumed drastically, and even the puppet, as a holy spirit, could not bear it. He panted slightly and fell down. The iceberg under his feet had been completely dyed golden, with cracks spreading all over it, as if it was about to collapse in the next moment.

thump……

Illusion? It seemed as if something was beating. There was no sound, but everyone felt the vibration, which penetrated into the heart, as if connected to their hearts...

thump……

Another beating, slow but powerful, indescribable sense of depression permeated everyone's heart. It seemed that something was awakening, but they were powerless and could only feel the beating again and again became more and more frequent.

Even Xiao Shu and Gui were both affected, but the speed of the two of them did not slow down, but instead became three points faster.

After removing the constraints of the soulless soul puppet and condensed the Taoist body again, Xiao Shu had returned to his peak period. How could he ascend to immortality through swordsmanship? In just a few seconds, the ghost fully felt what it means to suppress, whether it is speed, reaction, or strength.

"Hahahaha... So awesome, really amazing. You are probably the strongest opponent I have ever met in my life, but I tell you, no one can suppress me, no one... no one..."

The ghost seemed to be angry by Xiao Shu, but his tone was terrifying. He flew back and avoided Xiao Shu's attack for the time being, lowered his head, and punched him hard in the heart. Blood continued to overflow along the corner of his mouth, but he stood motionless in the ruins like a sculpture.

Give up resisting?

wrong……

Illusion...or was it dazzling?

A trace of space in front of the ghost broke out, and the spider web spread around like a surrounding, and the violent spiritual power that was originally visible to the naked eye was also closed at this moment.

Others may not feel it, but Xiao Shu is only a few meters away from him. The Taoist body he had just condensed seemed to have redispersed signs, but this is by no means a manifestation of his insufficient control of spiritual power, but the pressure emitted by the ghost has filled the entire gray curtain space.

Except for Xiao Shu and Adam, the others could not even stand up straight, and could only support the ground with both hands and kneel on the ground, as if they had suddenly become more than ten times heavier, and even breathing became difficult. Something like Mo Qiunian was directly pressed on the ground and could not move at all.

"Is the soul realm... no, what is this?"

Even after blinking, it became difficult. Although Adam knew that the difference between the Soul Transformation and the Abyss was very big, he really couldn't imagine that it would be so big. If the ghost had hit it at that time, what would happen? He couldn't even think about it.

"Ghost! You have to have a degree of competitiveness. Have you forgotten what Zero has warned you?!"

The face of Puppet changed, but the ghost could no longer hear what he was saying at this moment. Seeing this, Puppet immediately reached out to hold it in a void. A spiritual array in the void instantly condensed, and a stone pillar like a tower kept falling down, nailing straight to the ghost's body. After a moment, the ghost could no longer be seen.

The thick black chains rushed out of the stone pillar and wrapped around the ghost's limbs like a snake. Even if this mission failed, the puppet could not let him lose control. I thought he should have made progress after so many years, but now it seems that he is still inseparable from causing trouble.

"this……"

"Is there an internal strife?"

There were only stone pillars left in front of him, and no ghosts could be seen anymore. The original pressure suddenly eased, but they didn't understand why the Puppet attacked the ghosts.

"Oh……"

With an inaudible sneer, the seemingly indestructible stone forest spread out, and countless pieces of gravel as big as a house crashed into the surroundings like meteors.

"Damn it!"

Adam's face changed and he couldn't help but curse. How could he protect so many people behind him? Besides, the inexplicable pressure just now appeared again. Not to mention saving people, even he had difficulty in acting, and the ink sword in his hand was even more heavy.

Mo Ling'er had no time to set up a spiritual array to defend her. She could only watch the pieces of gravel hit her. She was so fast that she didn't even dare to blink. This was not something that human power could do...

Is it over?

Even Adam couldn't help but feel despair. It was hard to deal with just a ghost. What kind of horror would be behind the sensational beating?

Suddenly the wind blew.

Before the gravel was approaching, it turned into powder and spilled all over the ground.

If he was bound by the soulless soul puppet, Xiao Shu could not stop so many, but now it is different. At least in the path of swordsmanship, he deserves the word "Immortal". With the reach of the sword intent, it is just a thought.

"Did you forget your oath? I can't interfere in the fight between the human race."

The low voice resounded, making people unable to tell where the sound came from, until they found that the iceberg seemed to be moving...
Chapter completed!