Chapter 25: Accept a Disciple, Zhang Peng (please vote, please recommend!)
In the high sky, a strange figure flew against the sunset, and the black flying soul guide behind the figure spurted red. Flame, extremely fast.
The purple-red glow fell on Zhang Peng's dark face with eyebrows of different heights. His deep purple eyes looked at the setting sun, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Wang Lin, who was carried by him on his left hand, was leisurely admiring the gorgeous sunset.
Buzz!
At this moment, a trace of soul fluctuation came from the right side of the two men.
Wang Lin and Zhang Peng both turned around and looked around. Next to them, Zhang Jian, whose body was translucent, was waving his hands to Wang Lin. Bai Zhe had a panic look on his face.
“Isn’t this going to work?”
Seeing that Zhang Jian could no longer maintain the virtual state of his first soul skill, Wang Lin’s body was filled with faint mental fluctuations, an invisible streamlined mental barrier. shrouded in front of Zhang Jian.
“Huh, thank you very much, Brother Lin!”
Feeling that the strong wind stopped passing through his body, Zhang Jian, who was still in a state of virtualization, immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
The yellow soul ring surrounding him dimmed, and Zhang Jian's translucent body also became solid.
A strange transparent shadow emerged from Zhang Jian's body at this time.
“His martial spirit is very special after being purified by you.”
Zhang Peng looked at Zhang Jian who had put away his martial spirit.
"Indeed, but purification actually weakens his martial spirit."
Wang Lin nodded and said.
Zhang Jian’s original martial soul was called the Resentful Soul. He could strengthen himself by continuously harvesting the souls of living creatures and integrating them into the martial soul. He was an evil soul master martial soul with great potential.
Otherwise, Zhang Jian would not have been kidnapped into the Holy Spirit Cult by the evil soul masters. His kind of martial spirit has great prospects, and he is very likely to become the backbone of the Holy Spirit Cult in the future.
After Wang Lin purified the death energy from Zhang Jian's martial soul, the resentful soul naturally lost its resentment, leaving only the word "soul", and turned into a soul-based martial arts that had almost never appeared before. soul.
You may say that this martial soul is not good, but after all, it is the soul system, a special system that sounds superior.
Let’s talk about martial arts, but such a weak soul can only have a limited impact. Zhang Jian’s unique first soul skill is only immune to physical attacks.
As long as you touch Zhang Jian's martial soul with some soul power, you can easily break it into pieces. The combat effectiveness is really worrying.
The resentful spirit martial spirit before purification is somewhat like Dou Yi's Ghost Douluo, but the spirit martial spirit after purification is completely different. It is difficult for a pure spirit to affect the outside world. It can only affect itself.
“But after it is weakened, at least it will not be misunderstood by others.”
There was a trace of indescribable sadness in Zhang Peng's rich voice.
"The misunderstanding is actually a trivial matter. Although the power of Zhang Jianwu's soul has been weakened, his potential is actually greater, and the soul is purer than the resentful soul."
Wang Lin did not pay attention. Zhang Peng's tone changed.
"The potential is indeed greater. Is that why you didn't choose that pet?"
Zhang Peng nodded in agreement.
Resentful souls and martial souls are not unheard of in the Holy Spirit Sect. They can move fast, but they cannot go far. While this martial spirit harvests souls to strengthen itself, it will also be affected by the harvested souls.
The influence becomes greater the later you go, and it is extremely easy to become a lunatic.
“I didn’t choose that Hongjuan because she has harmed people. If she had not harmed innocent people, then I would naturally keep her.
And Zhang Jian is innocent. Although his martial spirit has death aura, it is his own and has never harmed anyone. He was forcibly taken to the Holy Spirit Sect. "
Wang Lin explained.
"Just for this, is it so important to be innocent?" Zhang Peng was silent for a while before speaking.
"Of course it's important. If it's because I killed innocent people, then what's the difference between me and the evil soul master?" Wang Lin answered. Nine years of compulsory education, plus seven years of high school and university studies have shaped his outlook on life. Wang Lin knows that he is not a good person and has his own selfish motives.
But he would never harm an innocent person.
For example, Huo Yuhao knows that it is not the right time for him to rob Huo Yuhao, and he will definitely fight when it is time to fight.
But he would not say that in order to ensure that he would definitely get the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, he would kill Huo Yuhao, who had no enmity against him.
He can't do such a thing.
As soon as Wang Lin said these words, Zhang Peng fell silent. This half-evil soul master who had always been regarded as an "evil soul master" didn't know what he was thinking at this moment.
"How about it, Uncle Zhang, do you want to accept a disciple? Since he is from your family, his martial soul attributes should be similar to yours."
Wang Lin has been facing forward, naturally looking at He couldn't see Zhang Peng's expression behind him, so he spoke directly.
If Wang Lin remembered correctly, Zhang Peng's martial soul should have the ability of a beast soul, which can control the soul of the absorbed soul beast, combine it with his own mental power and soul power, and condense it into a beast soul.
Similar to the ability of being a villain, it involves the soul. In a sense, it is indeed similar to Zhang Jian's soul martial soul.
“Let’s talk about it later.”
For some reason, Zhang Peng didn’t refuse.
“Okay, it’s time to go down and rest.”
At this moment, the sky was getting dark. After Zhang Peng finished speaking, he immediately slowed down his flying speed and dropped from the sky with Wang Lin and Zhang Jian.
Landed in a clearing in a red maple forest.
As soon as they landed, Wang Lin and Zhang Jian consciously gathered firewood around them.
Zhang Jian did not hear the conversation between Wang Lin and Zhang Peng in the air. The wind was too strong and he could not hear what Wang Lin and Zhang Peng were saying.
So Zhang Jian naturally didn’t know what Wang Lin and Zhang Peng were talking about. Otherwise, if he knew that Wang Lin asked Zhang Peng to accept him as his disciple, he would definitely shake his head and refuse.
The martial soul was purified from a resentful soul to a soul. Zhang Jian naturally felt that his martial soul had become weaker, but he didn't care.
The reason is simple, he does not want to become an evil soul master. In Zhang Jian's understanding, Zhang Peng was an evil soul master, and he did not want an evil soul master to be his teacher.
Even though this "evil soul master"'s cultivation level is a titled Douluo.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the two of them picked up enough dead branches and leaves.
“Leave it all to me!”
Seeing Zhang Jian struggling to hold the firewood, Wang Lin said.
Just as his soul power and mental power had partially recovered, Wang Lin's gray eyes became deep and faint mental fluctuations filled the air.
Invisible power of thought surged out of Wang Lin's body and landed on the firewood in Zhang Jian's arms.
"Okay, Brother Lin." Feeling a pull from his arms, Zhang Jian knew it was Wang Lin's trick and immediately let go.
The firewood in his arms all floated into the air. When Wang Lin raised his hand, the firewood in his hand also floated up.
A large pile of dead branches surrounded Wang Lin, and the two immediately returned to the open space.
Wow!
Most of the dead branches fell to the ground, and the other half floated to the center of the open space, forming a pyramid shape.
Zhang Jian immediately took out his fire-making tools, picked up a dead branch from the ground, lit it, and threw it out, all at once.
The ignited dead branches were thrown into the center of the "pyramid", and soon, red flames steamed up.
(End of this chapter)