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Pei Jingcheng's soul and body lost the ferocity and kindness, but became indifferent.
Staring at Zhao Wujiang indifferently:
“This body of yours will bloom in my hands.
But it's still a little too weak now. "
Pei Jingcheng stretched out his hand, pointed at some acupuncture points on Zhao Wujiang's body, and said lightly:
"My martial arts talent is extremely high, but my cultivation has progressed too fast, which is a bit frivolous."
He slapped Zhao Wujiang's heart with a palm, and the quicksand on his body rushed toward Zhao Wujiang. He began to condense the body that would belong to him.
Condensing your illusory cultivation into being as solid as a rock.
After nine breaths, Pei Jingcheng's soul seemed to fade a little, but there was a smile on his cheeks. He nodded slowly, feeling satisfied with Zhao Wujiang's current cultivation level.
Although he is still a second-level grandmaster, his cultivation is as stable as the vast sea.
Zhao Wujiang felt the surge of cultivation in his body and remained calm. He had always known that his cultivation was vain, but he did not expect that Pei Jingcheng would actually help him refine it before seizing the body.
If it weren't for the fact that Pei Jingcheng coveted his body and wanted to take it away from him.
He might really think Pei Jingcheng is a good person.
"Although Tian Jing is perfect, the sword energy you have cultivated over the years is too little, right?" Pei Jingcheng looked at Zhao Wujiang, shook his head, and raised his hand to make a move.
The wind comes from heaven and earth.
Not far away, Pei Jingcheng's body was lying in a pool of blood. The vast sword energy in his body was sucked out. Pei Jingcheng's soul and body slapped Zhao Wujiang's eyebrows with his palm.
The sword energy was like a dragon, pouring into Zhao Wujiang's body.
Zhao Wujiang's body was like a whale swallowing up the vast sword energy, nourishing the Tian Jing in his body.
After just five breaths, Zhao Wujiang felt that all the bones in his body were twisting, especially his back, like a swimming dragon.
He couldn't help but let out a long roar, and the sword energy rippled out, tearing apart the vegetation and turning them into tiny pieces.
Pei Jingcheng's soul body nodded slowly. He was quite satisfied with the sword energy contained in Zhao Wujiang's body.
After all, after Zhao Changyuan broke up his sword energy, he regained it for more than 20 years.
The sword energy of these twenty years has been hidden by him. Once it is born, it can cut down the heavenly ranks.
Now that he was about to seize Zhao Wujiang's body, the sword energy he had cultivated for more than 20 years could not be wasted. All of it must be poured into Zhao Wujiang's body.
"What a pity." Pei Jingcheng's soul murmured softly:
"I can't transfer my true body's cultivation to you, otherwise how could you only have the cultivation of a second-level grandmaster now?
But it doesn’t matter, this body of yours can cultivate very quickly. "
Zhao Wujiang felt strange. He felt that Pei Jingcheng was here to give him experience, rather than to take him away.
However, he knew in his heart that if it weren't for his extremely tough and powerful soul, others would probably have fallen into despair and had no choice but to be taken over by Pei Jingcheng.
After Pei Jingcheng finished all this, his smile became brighter and brighter. He smiled and said:
"Zhao Wujiang, you can't blame me. People will be destroyed if they don't do it for themselves. If you want to blame me, it's because you are too weak and too young.
But don’t worry, your body, your talents and luck will bloom in my hands. In the future, everyone in the world will know you, Zhao Wujiang! "
He laughed heartily and stepped towards Zhao Wujiang. His soul poured into Zhao Wujiang's body like quicksand. He wanted to start devouring Zhao Wujiang's soul.
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Zhao Wujiang's body is in the world.
Pei Jingcheng condensed a strong soul body and started to devour it.
His suction power exploded, and he used his body-seizing technique to search for Zhao Wujiang's three souls and seven souls. A figure slowly appeared in front of him, just like his incorporeal body.
This figure is a bit huge, as if it occupies the entire body. Compared with his incorporeal body, Pei Jingcheng, it is like the difference between heaven and earth.
He, Pei Jingcheng, seemed like a weak child with no strength in front of this huge incorporeal body.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Pei Jingcheng."
Zhao Wujiang smiled gently, like a spring breeze blowing on his face, but for Pei Jingcheng at this moment, it was like a biting cold wind blowing out his life.
