What Lin Beichen has to do now is to continuously consume Fan Zhenyu's spiritual power.
After all, no matter how powerful the spiritual power that Fan Zhenyu threw into the palace was, it was like water without a source or a tree without roots. As long as it was not powerful enough to crush and crush his spiritual will in an instant, Lin Beichen could use it little by little. The spirit and will were ground together, and finally it was taken away with the soul-capturing flag.
Sure enough, the God Killer stood up again. As he climbed up, he grabbed the slow-running spectators around him and put them into his throat.
An eye grew out of all the punch holes on his body, and he looked like he had lost his human form and turned into a complete monster.
It's not scary, but it's weird, even disgusting.
Lin Beichen felt that when his fist landed on the God Killer, it would be like bursting blood bags one by one, and those eyes would explode one by one.
But no matter what, Lin Beichen would always launch an attack, and only in this way could he consume the power of the soul in the evil seeds that Fan Zhenyu had invested.
This time the God-Slayer was faster, and Lin Beichen could not see him take action at all. Immediately afterwards, Lin Beichen was hit hard by the God-Slayer's punch.
This time the God Killer's attack turned out to be exactly the same as Lin Beichen's Hummingbird Baiquan.
In an instant, the extremely high speed output caused fifty or sixty deep pits to fall on Lin Beichen. Lin Beichen was beaten so hard that he flew backwards.
The God-Slayer was treating the other person with his own way, simulating Lin Beichen's hummingbird swing.
In the world of memory, the non-existent God Killer is immortal, and Lin Beichen is also immortal.
Unless the spiritual power is exhausted, then it will slowly go out like an oil lamp that has burned out its oil.
When Lin Beichen landed on the ground, his body was covered with pits. Hands emerged from these pits and were clenched into fists.
Lin Beichen immediately bounced up after landing on his feet, waving dozens of fists towards the God-Slayer.
At this moment, it is no longer a duel between people, but a decisive battle between monsters.
Both sides punched hard to the flesh, causing blood to fly.
The punters watching the game were also extremely excited, shouting and cheering for the two men.
This is like a Shura fighting arena, where the battle is destined to end with the death of one party.
Lin Beichen did not use any other magical powers, but kept waving his fists to confront the God-Slayer head-on.
The two sides fought hard.
Lin Beichen, who had dozens of fists, clearly took advantage. The eyes growing in the fist sockets of the God Slaughter opposite him were blown out one by one.
However, Lin Beichen's advantage was only temporary. After these eyes were blown out, viscous liquid spurted out. When the liquid was stained on his fists, he didn't feel anything at first. After a while, it became thick and hard.
Lin Beichen's fists were glued to each other, and many fists were also locked with each other by elongated mucus.
In this way, Lin Beichen had dozens of fists, but only a handful could actually swing them.
In other words, those fragile-looking eyeballs were simply traps set by the God-Slayer.
Waiting for Lin Beichen to defeat them one by one.
Obviously this is not the wisdom of the God-Slayer, but Fan Zhenyu is controlling everything from behind.
He waved his hand and cut off each fist.
This of course caused Lin Beichen to lose a lot of mental and willpower, but for Lin Beichen, even if he only had one fist left, he could defeat his opponent.
This is a firm belief that Lin Beichen has built up over decades of experience in the boxing ring.
Lin Beichen wanted to defeat his opponent with his fists in this battle. If he used other magical powers, even if he killed the God-Slayer and temporarily collected Fan Zhenyu's soul, it would definitely cast a shadow on his firm belief, and even His confidence was shattered. When he faced another mental attack, Lin Beichen would have no immunity at all!
After a brief separation, the two sides fought together again.
There aren't any fancy magical skills, just punching each other.
Lin Beichen became more and more excited as he fought. He had not experienced such a fight in the boxing ring for a long time.
For a boxer, only such a fight can inspire his most primitive ambition and ambition.
Only the pain caused by the rain of fists hitting his flesh can inspire his endless fighting spirit.
The two sides kept fighting each other, and Lin Beichen had the upper hand and became more and more skillful. He believed that victory was just around the corner. Suddenly, he punched the air, and then Lin Beichen felt a tremor in his soul. Pain came, as if something had been forcefully taken away from his soul.
The God Killer in front of him twisted for a moment before disappearing without a trace.
The spectators around the ring also collapsed and disappeared.
Lin Beichen took a look and figured out the situation.
He had already obliterated Fan Zhenyu's soul to the point where it could be captured by the Soul-Capturing Banner.
At this time, Fan Zhenyu's evil seed was already in the soul-capturing flag.
Lin Beichen licked his lips in disappointment.
The pain and scars have disappeared.
Such a hearty battle left Lin Beichen a little unsatisfied.
Lin Beichen unfolded the soul-capturing flag and saw the seeds of evil fate.
This seed has already given birth to many roots. It was originally coiled in Lin Beichen's soul, took root, sprouted and grew vigorously.
But at this moment, it has been uprooted by the Soul Capture Banner.
This evil seed keeps waving its roots, trying to find a host to absorb nutrients.
But it's a pity that when he got to the soul-capturing banner, everything was no longer up to him.
Lin Beichen said: "I said I would send you to an interesting place, now it's time to fulfill my promise."
A human face grew out of the evil fate seed, which was the face of Fan Zhenyu. He roared loudly: "The seed of your divine soul that you used to intimidate me with magic weapons is no match for the force."
Lin Beichen chuckled: "You don't have to say these useless words. An old monster like you must understand the principle of winner takes all. There is no such thing as victory without force in this world. Winning is winning and losing is losing. .Besides, I already had the upper hand in the battle just now, and winning the battle is only a matter of time!"
Lin Beichen said, and directly threw the seeds of evil destiny into hell.
Lin Beichen was still looking forward to seeing how much evil deeds this guy Fan Zhenyu had.
It's just that this Fan Zhenyu is not the real body, but just a soul. Lin Beichen is not sure whether the system will reward him if he takes him in.
Sure enough, after taking in Fan Zhenyu's soul, he didn't even start a fight.
Although this is a normal phenomenon, Lin Beichen still felt slightly disappointed.
Once here, Lin Beichen could ask some questions about Fan Zhen Prison.
Lin Beichen looked at the evil fate seed: "Fan Zhenyu, what do you want to do outside the palace?"
Fan Zhenyu's face appeared on the seed. He looked around and saw the countless ghosts and ghosts and asked in surprise: "What is this place?"
Lin Beichen frowned and said, "I'm here to ask you now, not for you to ask me. Answer my question first."
Fan Zhenyu sneered: "On you? You want me to answer questions too? You don't even want to see if you have the qualifications."
Facing such an arrogant Fan Zhenjiu, Lin Beichen couldn't help but laugh: "When you reach the eighteenth level of hell, no matter how tough your mouth is, you will give in. There has never been an exception in the past, and you will not be the same. Now answer me honestly." Problem, you can still avoid some pain."
Fan Zhenyu laughed loudly when he heard this: "I have been trapped for so long and I haven't laughed for a long time. I like your way of speaking and your arrogant tone, but it is a pity that I am in the world of Taoism and law." An existence that has been sealed for hundreds of years, I have enjoyed the most terrifying isolation and loneliness in the world, and tasted the most painful torture in the world, and no one in the world can make me give in!"
Half a day later.
Fan Zhenyu said painfully: "Okay, what do you want to know?"
Lin Beichen looked disgusted: "That's it? Didn't you say that no one in the world can make you surrender?"
Fan Zhenyu said with a frightened face: "I have never seen such a terrifying world. I have never been reborn so many times. I have never been tortured and killed so many times. Who are you? Why do you have such terrible things?" Small world?”
Lin Beichen naturally would not answer his questions and asked again: "What exactly do you want to do outside the palace?"
Fan Zhenyu did not show a mocking expression this time, but he also did not answer the question directly. Instead, he asked: "Can you bring my body into this world?"
This time it was Lin Beichen's turn to be a little surprised: "What do you mean?"
Fan Zhenyu looked excitedly at the desolate world with many ghosts around him and said: "Such a prosperous world is ten thousand times better than my Taoist world. If you can't leave the Immortal Continent, entering this world seems... It’s not bad, and you can never die here.”
This was the first time that Lin Beichen met someone who actively wanted to enter the eighteenth level of hell.
Lin Beichen was certain that this was Fan Zhenyu's true thoughts, and Lin Beichen also understood Fan Zhenyu's thoughts very well.
The Eighteenth Level of Hell is indeed not a good place, but compared to the desolate world of Taoism and Dharma, it can be called heaven.
This world is afraid of comparison.
Fan Zhenyu wanted to enter the eighteenth level of hell, and Lin Beichen naturally welcomed him.
Immediately he said: "Of course I can pull your body into this world. You can even say that I welcome you to this world."
Fan Zhenyu immediately became excited when he heard this: "Okay, actually, I don't have much thought while squatting outside the palace. It's just that I haven't seen a living person for a long time, and I haven't seen anything in the Immortal Continent for a long time. I can't see anything. I love everything I look at. Even if it’s just a floor tile in the palace, I can’t put it down. I wish I could see it more. You know, I’ve already forgotten what the palace looks like, what the floor tiles look like, what the walls look like, and what the people look like. These things remind me of many old memories, those who love me and those I love, those who hate me and those I hate..."
As he spoke, Fan Zhenyu showed a look of nostalgia.
Lin Beichen interrupted: "I understand, no need to use parallel sentences anymore, let's talk about the next question."
Some people died, but not completely...
