"That's not right, I clearly worshipped your soul to death, so how can you still be alive?"
Shaman God Kui looked at Star Bunting and said suspiciously, "Could it be that you aren't called Star Bunting? That's not right either. When I worshipped you just now, your soul clearly crumbled. It's impossible for you to be alive when your soul crumbles! What method did you use to gather your scattered soul back together? You do have some divine arts … "
He circled around Star Bunting and pondered. "I felt your soul crumbling just now, and then a strange soul came out of the chest and returned to your corpse, reviving you. However, I have a question. When your soul dies, even if other souls return to your body, you are no longer you. How did you preserve your consciousness? "
Star Bunting stood up and looked up at Shaman God Kui's primordial spirit with a strange gaze. His feet were also moving.
Shaman God Kui circled around him, and he also circled around Shaman God Kui. The two of them circled around each other, one big and one small. They were like two stars revolving around each other.
Fugaku looked at Qin Mu and thought of the scene when he was defeated by Qin Mu. Back then, Qin Mu had used his qi to guide him, suppress him with his aura, and use the changes in his moves to exhaust him.
At that time, Fugaku had been defeated miserably. Before the two of them could even make a move, Fugaku had vomited blood and collapsed to the ground. Later on, it was Qin Mu who had treated him, causing him to owe Qin Mu a huge sum of money. He had no choice but to forge to earn money.
Now, the methods that Shaman God Kui and Star Bunting were using were similar to Qin Mu's methods, but they were more profound.
Star Bunting stared at Shaman God Kui and praised him. "Truly good stuff, Shaman God Kui, you are truly a wonderful thing! The primordial spirits that I've collected over the years aren't as strong as yours. Shaman God Kui, you will be the best in my collection! "
"Me?"
The two of them had already walked into the air. Shaman God Kui sneered and said, "Do you think I'm a clay god statue? My magic power is incomparably vigorous, and my combat strength is incomparably tyrannical. I am not a fake god from the fake Heaven. I am a god from the real Heaven! I've wiped out the old dynasty in the fake Heaven, and I've wiped out countless powerful existences. Wherever I went, corpses were strewn everywhere, and the sea of blood was boundless! You're nothing but a little thing who has cultivated some strange martial arts. You're trying to swindle and deceive people, just like a fake martial artist who plays some tricks in the martial world. I know your tricks. What flew out of the box just now was only the seven spirits, not the three souls. Your soul is still yours, but you've taken someone else's seven physical souls. "
Qin Mu's expression changed slightly. "The origin of Star Bunting is the three souls? Did he cultivate three souls to become a god? In that case, his three souls might not be hidden in the chest. "
Star Bunting's expression changed slightly, and he praised, "This is really good stuff. Shaman God Kui, you've made me admire you even more. You worshipped me to death just now, and I saw the marvel of your soul worshipping shaman spell. The so-called soul worshipping shaman spell isn't worshipping the soul of the other party until it disintegrates, but to separate the three souls and seven spirits of the other party. The souls of the people you worshipped to death are still around, but they're being forcefully controlled by you. Otherwise, why would there be so many vengeful spirits lingering around your body? Your shaman spell is just an abnormally strong soul divine art! "
Little Rulai's body trembled violently, and he said in a low voice, "So that's how it is."
Numerous demon eminent monks beside him were protecting him, suppressing his soul that could disintegrate at any time. When they heard his words, they instantly came to a realization, and it was as if the clouds had parted to see the sun.
The paths, skills, and divine arts of Buddhism were different from the others. Buddha's eyes could see vengeful spirits, and they had long seen Shaman God Kui being surrounded by countless vengeful spirits. They felt that enlightening Shaman God Kui would be a huge merit, and they might even be able to use it to clear the twenty heavens of Buddha Realm and become a buddha.
As long as Shaman God Kui knew the other party's name, he could worship them to death and make their souls disperse. His shaman spells were incomparably powerful, but they didn't connect the vengeful spirits lingering around Shaman God Kui with the soul worshipping shaman spell.
Qin Mu's heart also palpitated. Star Bunting was indeed very impressive!
Shaman God Kui had worshipped him twice. The first time was when Pangong Tso had executed the soul worshipping shaman spell, but he hadn't been able to kill him. The second time was when he had worshipped Star Bunting to death.
In just two times, he had seen through the marvel of Shaman God Kui's soul worshipping divine art!
This kind of talent, this kind of comprehension, was truly impressive!
'His talent and comprehension aren't inferior to Yankang National Preceptor at all! It's a pity that this person's energy is all used to find other strong practitioners that are close to god and collect their corporeal bodies. If he could put all his energy into cultivation … En, I reckon he would have already died of old age. After all, his divine bridge is broken … Wait a moment! '
Qin Mu's body trembled slightly, and disbelief appeared in his eyes.
Yankang National Preceptor was an existence with the strongest innate talent and comprehension he had ever seen. His spirit of reform was unparalleled, and even before his reform, his name had already shaken the world. He was hailed as a saint that appeared once every five hundred years by Old Rulai and Old Dao Master!
Yankang National Preceptor was now in his prime, so who was the saint that appeared once every five hundred years before Yankang National Preceptor?
'It can't be …'
Qin Mu had a weird expression. Star Bunting's innate talent and comprehension were so high that only Yankang National Preceptor could compare to him. Didn't that mean that the saint that appeared once every five hundred years in Village Chief's era was Star Bunting?
'That's highly possible! Yankang National Preceptor also has a hobby of collecting other people's body parts! '
Qin Mu clenched his fists tightly. Yankang National Preceptor had collected Cripple's leg before!
In midair, Shaman God Kui and Star Bunting suddenly made their move, and the darkness above Little Meru Mountain was torn apart by their divine arts. Even though Shaman God Kui couldn't worship him to death, he was still the primordial spirit of a god. His cultivation and divine arts were incomparably powerful, and most of them were soul divine arts. There were also all kinds of spells and divine arts among them.
The power of his spells and divine arts was boundless, and they tore apart the darkness to reveal strange faces.
When the power of his spells and divine arts reached such a level, even without a corporeal body, his battle prowess far surpassed Little Rulai's.
Yet none of his divine arts could touch Star Bunting.
Star Bunting's speed was simply too fast, like flickering light and passing shadows. That was the speed of Cripple!
Faced with such speed, even Shaman God Kui's divine arts couldn't catch up or hit him!
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