Control your thinking and don’t have any time to think. If you answer without thinking, it must be the truth!
"Two Venerables..." Zhao Zhizu looked at the Black and White Venerables in surprise.
"You little guy..." The middle-aged woman's expression became a little solemn.
"Some time ago, did you turn on your spiritual vision and look directly at the gods above the seventh level?"
Meng Yu nodded involuntarily: "That's right, I didn't turn on my spiritual vision in Chunqiu Temple."
"It was the remnant god who killed the rebel pavilion. He forced everyone present to turn on their spiritual vision and look directly at him!"
Meng Yu is getting more and more frightened!
He is now like a controlled wooden man. He will answer whatever the other person asks!
Fortunately, when there are no problems, he can temporarily control his thoughts.
"Okay, stop controlling Meng Yu's thinking..." the half-bald old man said calmly.
call!
Meng Yu suddenly let out a long breath of relief. Only then did he realize that all his clothes were soaked with sweat.
This shows how much pressure he has endured mentally during this short period of time!
Controlling thoughts is so scary!
If you are controlled for a long time, you may have mental problems!
It turned out that these two venerables had long known that he was Meng Yu.
"Hmph, the remnant gods of the slaying rebel pavilion...these guys are getting more and more arrogant!" the middle-aged woman snorted coldly, with a sinister look on her face.
"Two venerables, what's wrong with Meng Yu?" Zhao Zhizu asked cautiously.
"He still has divine power..." the half-bald old man said slowly.
"If it's just like this, in another three or two months, the divine power will dissipate and he will return to his original state."
"But... he can see our bodies clearly. This is unusual."
Meng Yu felt an inexplicable suddenness in his heart, and an ominous premonition came to his mind. He asked uneasily: "Excuse me, sir, why is it unusual?"
"Let me ask you, what would anyone do when they are dying?" the middle-aged woman suddenly asked.
Zhao Zhizu and Meng Yu were stunned at the same time.
Why are you asking this question suddenly?
"Despair? Helpless? Help?" Meng Yu answered tentatively.
"You should try your best to save yourself!" Zhao Zhizu vaguely grasped the key point of the problem.
"Rescue yourself?" Meng Yu was even more confused now. What does this have to do with the strange thing about him?
"The remnant god of Spring and Autumn Temple...has been killed?" the middle-aged woman asked quietly.
"What do you think He will do when He is dying?"
Meng Yu was shocked!
Zhao Zhizu was shocked on the spot: "What your venerable meant is... before the remnant god was dying, he sent his remnant soul into Meng Yu's body!"
"I have read the records you gave me... In the Spring and Autumn View battle, all the Taoists died." The half-bald old man nodded slightly.
"The remaining teenagers went insane and became idiots."
"Only Meng Yu survives due to fate... and he is the only one who has the power of the crippled god!"
"He... is the last straw for that crippled god!"
"In the seventh level of spiritual cultivation, the soul can leave the body and be guided by divine power. Just before he died, he sent the last remaining soul into Meng Yu's body!"
"To put it simply, the remnant god is dormant in Meng Yu's body at this time. When his soul recovers, he will take Meng Yu's body!"
"Fuck..." Meng Yu really couldn't hold it back and started swearing.
Who would have thought that the crippled god from Spring and Autumn Temple would come to fuck him before he died!
Seize the house!
How can a remnant god in the seventh realm take away a spiritual warrior like him?
Lord Black and White saw it in his eyes, but he didn't mean to blame him at all.
Anyone who hears this will be upset!
"Two venerables, there must be a way to save this, right?" Zhao Zhizu didn't know much about the realms above the seventh realm, so he could only ask Venerable Black and White for help.
"Yes, there is, but it's very difficult." The middle-aged woman smiled slightly.
"Please help me, Your Majesty!" Meng Yu bowed his head.
dignity? That’s bullshit!
Only with life can you have dignity!
The half-bald old man flicked his left hand, and an invisible force lifted Meng Yu's body up.
"We can't save you... you need to save yourself." The middle-aged woman looked Meng Yu up and down.
"The remnant god suffered a fatal blow, and it will take five years for the last remnant soul to recover."
"Moreover, when he recovered, he only had the soul cultivation level of the fifth level."
"As long as you cultivate your soul to the fifth level within five years, your soul will be similar to His, and He will not be able to take it from you by force!"
"After that, you can just find a way to eliminate his remaining soul."
"Five years..." Meng Yu murmured.
It takes five years to go from a preparatory spiritual master to the fifth realm, which is very difficult.
Although Zhao Zhizu and the others believed that Meng Yu had a backer, Ma Xiaoling, and could obtain skills and resources... but that was false.
perhaps……
Only in this way!
"I beg you two venerables to grant me the Dharma!" Meng Yu prostrated again!
"Meng Yu..." Zhao Zhizu wanted to stop him, but it was already too late!
In Zhao Zhizu's opinion, Meng Yu, with Senior Ma behind him, must have a good way to cultivate the soul.
There is no need to ask for two sages.
The two venerables are both supreme masters in the seventh realm. Such masters are not easy to get along with.
Meng Yu begged them to grant him a law, which might offend them!
"Tsk, tsk, boy, tell me why you beg us." The half-bald old man looked at Meng Yu with interest.
"I heard that your Taoist talent is extremely good, and there is already a Taoist master in the sixth realm who wants to accept you as a disciple."
"There are also many ways to cultivate the soul in Taoism, why do you still ask us?"
Meng Yu raised his head and said firmly with his eyes: "Because Can Shen is in the seventh realm!"
"Only the seventh realm can deal with the seventh realm!"
"Only Kamui can deal with Kamui!"
"With the ordinary divine soul method, even if the divine soul is cultivated to the fifth level, it may not be the opponent of the residual god!"
Zhao Zhizu was shocked on the spot!
He was completely confused!
Meng Yu... actually has such knowledge, deeper than he thought!
"Did you hear that?" The middle-aged woman looked at Zhao Zhizu with a smile.
"What is genius? This is genius!"
"Zhao Zhizu, you are unworthy of being the tenth master of the Jida. You can't even understand such an obvious truth!"
"After you go back, stay in seclusion for two years!"
The half-bald old man also had a look of approval on his face: "Yes, you are very smart!"
"indeed so."
"Even if you use ordinary divine soul techniques to cultivate to the fifth level, you are still no match for that residual god!"
"God has the majesty of a god. Even if he is a crippled god, he is much stronger than ordinary people!"
"If you want to be stronger than him, you must practice the seventh level divine soul technique."
"It's impossible for ordinary people to own this thing."
"You are lucky to have met us today."
Meng Yu looked up in surprise.
"Don't be too happy too soon... Even if you have a technique, you may not be able to cultivate a fifth-level soul within five years." The half-bald old man continued.
Meng Yu's heart tightened again!
