The Original Seeker Chapter 780: Not dead


"Uncle, who are you?"

Holin almost blurted out such a sentence, but finally swallowed it back.

Because he discovered that the guy in front of him used only **** to block his punch.

Although Huolin knew that he didn't use much strength against this vulnerable mortal, it wasn't a trick that could be understated by two fingers.

Unless, the other party is also a real immortal, and is a martial arts immortal with a cultivation base above himself.

"You want to mix up this matter?" Huo Lin was a little puzzled, why the real immortal in front of him wanted to save this mortal who only understood the smell of the mouth and still wanted to single out all the monks.

"Is it him?"

Apart from Hollin, the first person to react was Ramdor.

He used to be almost completely ruined by Bai Mo. With the addition of bone-stirring hatred, Ramdor was naturally the first person to recognize Bai Ying's identity.

"Why is he..."

Next are the four sacred beasts projected, the old boss of more than a hundred years, and the "Way of Heaven" lying on their heads, that breath can be recognized when they turn into ashes.

Even years after being free, seeing the figure again, the instinct of the body is still a little uncomfortable.

"Yes." Bai Mo's answer was very succinct.

"Why?"

"This person is useful to me."

"Useful?"

Before Huolin's words fell, a silver-white high-energy laser suddenly appeared in the void.

It happened to be where Wu Ling was resurrected, and the violent heat evaporated him in an instant.

This is good, even the flesh and blood has turned into a plume of smoke and there is nowhere to be found.

……

Following the source of power, Bai Mo saw that the black hand was Ramdor.

"What you want, I will destroy it." He gave a twisted smile.

"..."

Wu Ling hadn't recovered from the bewildered state, and was once again killed by the speed of light attack.

The gap between a mortal and a real immortal is so big that it is incomparable. With a mortal body, being able to fight against an immortal who hasn't gotten serious for more than one round has not yet died. This has been worth his ten lifetime.

In addition to power, the difference between Xianfan and Fan is actually the difference in perception of time.

For serious immortals, one second is already a very long concept, enough for them to fly dozens or even hundreds of kilometers, or make a thousand or eight hundred shots.

But in the eyes of ordinary people, one second is not enough to even take a deep breath before preparing to fight.

The two do not live in the same time dimension at all.

……

"This place is far, far away from the sun. Now, no matter how strong you are, the clone that can be projected is only one level with me."

After the sneak attack killed Wu Ling, Ramdor also taunted a wave.

"Then I will make it again."

Looking at the resurrected Wu Ling being whiplashed again, Bai Mo didn't have much feeling, just pointed at Wu Ling being vaporized by the laser.

The few strands of green smoke remaining on the scene began to entangle and rotate with each other in this finger, like a creation in the void, once again "sculpting" Wu Ling's body.

"Can the dead come back to life?"

Ramdor was a little puzzled. He was quite sure that the light emitted by his sneak attack had completely wiped out all the vitality of that mortal.

In addition to the pure physical destructive power, there are more than 60 curses in the laser, which basically seals all the paths of pseudo-death reincarnation, let alone a mortal, is a sixth-order monk, eat this An attack is absolutely unreasonable.

For a wave of anger, he put down his face and used a sneak attack to deal with a mortal, but he didn't expect it to be unsuccessful.

"What's wrong with me?" Wu Ling, who was resurrected again, finally had a chance to think about her situation.

Just now, Huolin killed him so quickly that the nerves didn't even have the opportunity to transmit pain signals to the brain, and the whole body had already burst into molecular states.

The last memory left to him is nothing but darkness in front of him.

Then Bai Mo resurrected Wu Ling. He just opened his eyes and wanted to see what was going on with the "black eyes" just now, and Ramdor's sneak attack had already been killed.

Like Huolin’s attack, Ramdor’s laser burned his brain to ashes before Wu Ling’s pain signal was transmitted to his brain, so he could only feel the darkness in front of him again.

"Can you resurrect the dead?" Huolin's eyes looked at Bai Mo suddenly became eager.

"Your family has been dead for too long." Bai Mo immediately guessed his thoughts. Huolin wanted to ask himself if it is possible to resurrect his family members who were killed by the monsters.

"..."

"Can you teach me? I will exchange something that makes you tempted." A ghostly figure of a woman quietly appeared behind Bai Mo.

That's the ghost in the Federation Speaker's camp.

"Me too!"

A true immortal with a tiger-backed waist, muscular knots, and beard and hair, was also attracted by this resurrection technique and took the initiative to emerge from the void.

"Heavenly Slaughter Star?" Kirkov recognized the opponent, Heavenly Slaughter Star Yupo, a true ascetic immortal who doesn't care about world affairs. He didn't stand on either side of the Federation War.

Yupo is extremely ego, he only reacts to things that he is interested in. No matter how he shouts, he almost turns a deaf ear to it.

"There is nothing to teach, this is not spiritualism." Bai Mo rejected the two people's kindness.

"It's not spiritism, then what is it?"

Mankind has gone through so many years of war. Everyone has relatives and friends who died young. The attraction of resurrection to them is unimaginable.

"It's just the instinct of the eighth-order true immortal."

"Is it possible that resurrecting other people is also a talented spell that you inspire?" Hollin continued to ask.

"If the eighth-order true immortal exists alone, it will passively assimilate and infect all the people and things around you, so it is not so much that you killed the little guy Wu Ling, it is better to say that it was my thought." Bai Mo's explanation made everyone shudder.

"He is right. There is indeed a force that is as moisturizing and silent as sunlight that wants to penetrate in, but it is too weak, and it is directly ignored by us unconsciously."

"1453~IndoMTL.com~If you stand by my side, 1453, you will be assimilated into my thoughts like him. Or rather, a With self-consciousness."

"Devil?"

"..."

"Are you kidding me?" Ramdor, who was deceived and lost face, seemed to be unable to hold back the golden light on his fist.

"Wu Ling is really useful to me, but unfortunately it was Wu Ling who had never died before."

Death is lost.

As a tool man, when Wu Ling was killed for the first time, the huge luck attached to him had already disappeared like a turmoil, and he took the initiative to find a new host.

As a result, he can no longer mobilize his luck and stimulate the doomsday realm.

This was only discovered by Bai Mo when he resurrected him for the second time.

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