When everything returned to silence, a heavy gasp suddenly came from Shen Zhengchu's body.

"I avoided it, but I didn't expect that the gods would come down and become such a terrifying appearance. Fortunately, I had a trace of my soul at the beginning, otherwise I would have ended up like this."

Shen Zhengchu was still scared about this. He did not expect that this would appear. On the one hand, he gave the other party aura of the Tianmen brand, and on the other hand, he used Wei Feng's soul division as a resource. After Wei Feng's strength increased, he would harvest it away.

That's why he brought Wei Feng with him and helped him everywhere, otherwise how could Wei Feng be promoted to Silver Seal Constable so quickly?

"I didn't expect that even the Martial Madman was coming, but the strength of this Martial Madman was comparable to that of the tenth grade seeking Tao. After the ancient immortal killed the Heavenly Sect, there were no warriors above the ninth grade in the world. The Martial Madman could actually go out of his own way to avoid this restriction. It was such a terrible talent." Shen Zhengchu couldn't help but feel frightened.

With the talent of the Martial Massacre, if it were in the past, it might be another ancient immortal.

Shen Zhengchu naturally knew about the ancient immortal killing the sky gate. He was a tenth-grade warrior before. As for why Wei Feng’s soul splitting is a ninth-grade God?

That is naturally because of Shen Zhengchu's work. If Wei Feng had the same memory as him, who would be the soul splitter? And once Wei Feng becomes stronger, wouldn't he have to turn his back?

He wanted to harvest leeks, not to be the overthrew slave owner.

"And the celestial being, what the celestial being revealed is really terrifying. I didn't expect that there was a terrifying existence in the Heavenly Gate. Fortunately, I ran away quickly."

Shen Zhengchu looked at the place where the twisted soul was originally located. There was nothing there, and the twisted souls had all turned into nothingness.

Only one human skin is left.

"I don't know where this human skin came from, there is no such thing in the Tianmen." Shen Zhengchu was a little confused when he picked up the human skin that looked like a banished immortal.

"Maybe it's related to that Wu Mingkong."

Shen Zhengchu couldn't help but feel cold. What was the situation with the Wu brothers? Wu Mingkong, the boss of the Wu family, made those gods go crazy with just one name, and started indiscriminate killing. In the end, he even regained his rationality because of devouring Wei Feng and wanted to die.

You should know? The warriors who become celestial beings? All of them are afraid of death, even if they were neither human nor ghost in the Heavenly Gate? All celestial beings do not want to die? Otherwise, they would not have become celestial beings, but now they have become death and liberation? Living is simply torture, which makes Shen Zhengchu particularly shocked.

What's even more terrifying is that these celestial beings were actually merged into one by some kind of trick? When he saw it at first, he almost couldn't help but turn around and escape, especially when the celestial beings devour Wei Feng, he even wanted to escape from the state of fake death immediately.

Because at that moment he heard Wei Feng's terrifying wailing and screams? From this painful cry, Shen Zhengchu knew that this was not the new celestial reason that suppressed those crazy twisted souls, but those twisted souls were torturing Wei Feng, so the reason of the celestial beings gained the upper hand. Once Wei Feng's tortured souls dissipated, those twisted souls would tear the celestial beings' rationality to pieces.

Wu Lin, the second-in-law of the Wu family, is simply terrible. After the preparation is completed, even the ninth-grade God can deal with it. The seventh-grade true meaning will die if he says he dies? Only then can he survive with his eighth-grade Wu Qu.

If it weren't for the fact that some secret techniques were left in Wei Feng's memory, Wei Feng would have died under Wu Lin's thunder? It was simply astonishing.

This Wu Lin is just the strength of the second-grade Zhou Tian.

"I don't know what kind of martial arts Wu Lin practiced? It's so mysterious."

He also wanted Wu Lin's martial arts? But he knew how much he was. He could be greedy, but he had to have the life to enjoy it.

Self-knowledge is important.

"The Zhenwusi is afraid that he can't go back, so he has to find a good family to be reborn, and the soul splitting must be re-arranged." Shen Zhengchu was very satisfied with Wei Feng's role this time.

Thanks to Wei Feng this time, he first exposed his ability to see the soul, and then became Wu Lin's target. Then he blocked him for a disaster because of the aura of the Tianmen imprint. He was simply perfect and could not be perfect.

"I think it may not work. If you break my experimental product, you have to pay me one." Wu Mingkong's voice sounded from behind Shen Zhengchu.

"Who are you?" Shen Zhengchu narrowed his eyes and his whole body was tense. He did not notice that anyone was standing behind him at all.

"You just mentioned my name, why didn't you know?"

Wu Mingkong was squatting in the place where his twisted soul melted, stirring his hands constantly in the air, as if he was pulling something out of the air.

"Wu Mingkong?" Shen Zhengchu said in a somewhat uncertain tone.

Wu Mingkong nodded: "Yes, it's me, it's a pity. The treatment of this group of people was killed before they were completed. It's a waste."

This was said very plainly, but Shen Zhengchu couldn't help but feel a chill from the soles of his feet hitting his forehead. Wu Mingkong was the one who tortured the celestial beings into such ghosts.

It is said to be treatment, but judging from the situation of those celestial beings, this must be a torture.

"I'm treating, not torture. The group of celestial beings who are neither human nor ghost have distorted to the extreme. If they are not treated, they will be useless. In order to make them unite and friendship, I have tried my best to knead them together. As a result, a group of ignorant things made mistakes for me." Wu Mingkong couldn't help but sigh.

Shen Zhengchu couldn't help swallowing. In his eyes, Wu Mingkong was just an ordinary person, but how could anyone's ordinary person not even notice him?

The last one was a Wu Kuang Talent who was already comparable to the tenth-grade search for Taoism. He was not stupid. If he really wanted to regard Wu Mingkong as an ordinary person, then he might as well stop turning around and killing him with a piece of tofu.

More importantly, he found that Wu Mingkong was really vicious. What was the case with the celestial beings? They were all egoists. They were forced to be kneaded into one by Wu Mingkong, and they also asked them to work together.

But judging from the fact that reason is almost gone, Wu Mingkong's treatment is still very effective. Although all the twisted souls cursed and resented each other, it was just a stubborn mouth and a very honest body.

Perhaps Wu Mingkong has already given him a subconscious instinct.

"Yes, I didn't expect that your medical skills were so clever. Since there was nothing big, I'll take a step first. Things in Zhenwu Department are busy, so I won't spend more time with you. You are busy, you are busy." Shen Zhengchu forced his distortion in his heart, and then said very reluctantly, turning around and wanting to leave.

"Come back, do you not understand people's words or do you think I'm easy to bully? I've said that you killed my patient and wouldn't you want to leave without compensation?" Wu Mingkong's tone was very calm.

He was so calm that Shen Zhengchu didn't dare to breathe loudly, and he was very terrified. You didn't talk about the experimental subject just now, but why did you become a patient now? What's the matter? He didn't kill him, but Wu Kuang Tzu, why are you asking me to compensate?

This persimmon is really soft.

"This has nothing to do with me. You are the patient killed by Wu Kuang Tzu." Shen Zhengchu could only grit his teeth and said Wu Mingkong's slander. If this was confirmed, wouldn't he be in trouble?

"No one is running away, let alone the Wu Kuang Talent is useful to me." Wu Mingkong said very bluntly. Look at what he meant, he wanted to confirm the slander.

Shen Zhengchu was determined to take the blame, and Jesus could not keep what Wu Mingkong said.

Shen Zhengchu didn't expect that Wu Mingkong was so shameless. You must know that even the Wu Kuangdou was so shameless when he lived a life of a face.

"Look, do we have to be reasonable? I think..."

Before Shen Zhengchu finished speaking, his true energy in his body was circulating wildly. His light skills reached the extreme. His whole person turned into a phantom and ran to the distance without looking back.

He rushed all the way, but found that Wu Mingkong was not moving at all, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

In just a moment, he had already run out for several miles without realizing it, and he was about to leave. As a result, what surprised him for some reason turned back to the other end. He saw Wu Mingkong squatting not far in front of him.

And he collapsed and found that he actually ran back. He had been running forward but didn't even run out.

"Here you come back? If you don't run two laps, you might be able to crack my Klein bottle." Wu Mingkong was naturally not afraid of him running away. With his little ability, he still wanted to run out of his palm, so he didn't even think about it.

Shen Zhengchu gritted his teeth and turned away. He felt that Wu Mingkong was scaring him.

But every time he ran hard and thought he was about to leave, he unknowingly turned back to the opposite side he had left, as if he had been going around in circles.

"How is it? Have you been circling enough?" Wu Mingkong's hand stirring the air suddenly penetrated into it, as if he had reached into an invisible hole, and he could only lift it up.

But he saw a large group of twisted souls lifted out of the invisible hole.

Shen Zhengchu naturally recognized what it was. He was clearly the celestial being killed by the Martial Massacre. He was exactly the same and completely consistent.

This incident impacted Shen Zhengchu's three views. He had never expected that Wu Mingkong could actually resurrect the dead gods.

Of course, this is in Shen Zhengchu's eyes. In Wu Mingkong, it is not a resurrection, and at most it can only be regarded as a replica.

He was looking for the remaining existence of the heavenly beings here, and restored this existence bit by bit. This thing looks similar to resurrection, but in fact there are differences.

The person or thing he reproduced can only be regarded as another person who is exactly the same. This involves idealistic theory. Wu Mingkong cannot tell whether the one he reproduced was the original product or a new product with the same production date, formula and stripe code.

"I'm tired? Just sit down. Didn't I just say that I want to reason with me, or I'll start talking first, and then do you judge if there is any reason?" Wu Mingkong kept kneading a large ball of twisted soul into a strange, soft mud-like substance.

At this time, Shen Zhengchu could only nod helplessly: "Please."

In this situation, you have to listen if you don’t listen. Judging from this situation, Wu Mingkong should also be a reasonable person.

This evaluation is still very pertinent. Wu Mingkong is very reasonable. Generally speaking, if he can use fallacies to convince the other party, Wu Mingkong will not use physics. Unless he does not listen to Wu Mingkong's fallacies, Wu Mingkong will use physics to persuade him.

"Sure, then I'll tell you why you want to pay me a compensation. Look, Wei Feng is your soul splitting right." Wu Mingkong explained the correct conditions as soon as he came up.

Shen Zhengchu nodded. This was right. He didn't ask Wu Mingkong why he knew that Wei Feng was his soul. With Wu Mingkong's strength, it must be normal to know.

"You are a fleeing man, right?"

There is nothing wrong with this, Shen Zhengchu nodded again.

"It's okay if Tianmen wants to chase you, you, to escape from Tianmen."

It makes sense. Although Shen Zhengchu doesn't want to admit it, it is indeed the case, a mistake he made.

"Then you are equal to Wei Feng, and Wei Feng is equal to fleeing heavenly beings. Then my patient is not a problem as a regular heavenly being in the Tianmen who chases Wei Feng for the Tianmen. Right, more importantly, Wei Feng died for you, you can't deny this."

The two facts in Wu Mingkong's words made Shen Zhengchu feel a little strange and subconsciously wanted to refute it, but Wu Mingkong did not give him this opportunity.

"So my patient was killed by Wu Kuang Tzu for cleaning up the portal for Tianmen. You split Wei Feng and caused this result. Should you also have to bear the responsibility?"

There is some truth in the front, but it becomes a fallacy afterwards.

In this case, only the state officials were allowed to set fires and the people were not allowed to light the lights. Because they had to pay for murder in self-defense, this was extremely absurd.

"This is not right. We have to look at it. People were killed by the Martial Massacre, what does it have to do with me, Shen Zhengchu?" Shen Zhengchu of course had to refute it. Otherwise, the refutation would not only be directly detained in one go.

Hearing Shen Zhengchu's rebuttal, Wu Ming's twisted soul, which was being kneaded on his empty hands, couldn't help but tremble, as if he had recalled some kind of fear that penetrated the soul in the past. It seemed that they had refuted it at the beginning, but the consequences made them all fear now, and even tremble irresistible.

"But it was because of Wei Feng." Wu Ming pointed Wei Feng at a low voice.

"Wei Feng is Wei Feng, I am me, I am Shen Zhengchu, not Wei Feng, the soul that was split is completely another person, what does he have to do with me?"

Shen Zhengchu felt that he had a great advantage. As long as he persuaded Wu Mingkong and let him separate himself from Wei Feng, it would be easier to deal with together.

"No, no matter how much the soul is split, the soul is the same. You two should be considered one person." Wu Mingkong tried to make Shen Zhengchu feel that his words were right.

But Shen Zhengchu was very stubborn. Not only did he disagree with Wu Mingkong's fallacies, he also wanted to refute and point out the untenable parts of Wu Mingkong's fallacies.

"We are individuals, not..." Shen Zhengchu immediately spoke and continued to refute Wu Mingkong's untenable fallacies.

Listening to Shen Zhengchu's various remarks, Wu Mingkong felt that what he said made sense, which made Wu Mingkong feel even more unscrupulous. He could not say anything about him at all, which was a bit embarrassing.

So Wu Mingkong decided to give him a ruthless one.
To be continued...