This feeling of being completely different from the past made Wei Guang's heart thrill. Even in such a critical situation, a hint of hesitation and vigilance still emerged in his heart.

The white light gradually became softer, allowing him to see everything ahead.

It was a pure white space with streams, grasslands, and a stone with a faint coolness. On a chair next to the stone, there was a young man sitting back. Wei Guang just glanced at it and recognized that this person was the one he possessed, and his heart was at ease.

It seems that the effect of spells leads to dreaming.

The time I felt in my dreams was often different from the past. Wei Guang's spirit was a little relaxed and was not as tense as when he was still outside. He immediately felt the pain coming from the Taoist soul body, which made his face slightly distorted. On one side of his cheek, half of his eyes shattered into a lead-gray soul body.

It was constantly twisted and extremely terrifying. It took a few breaths to return to its original appearance.

People often have no self-consciousness in dreams. Wei Guang is not seriously injured, so he just stands in place to regulate his soul, intending to wait until his soul is stable before devouring Zhao Li's soul to recover from his injuries. And if he takes a step back, he will not act rashly in this person's body now.

Zhao Li, who was sitting on the chair, looked at the uninvited guest with a very ugly face.

He was about to go to bed tonight, but the gray shadow pounced on him. With the Tianquan true qi at the first level of his Qi and meridians, he could not respond effectively. He only felt a flash in front of him. The feeling of that moment was still very clear in his heart.

After being confused at first, my whole body seemed to be soaked in ice water.

It was the coldness felt from the inside of the soul. The rotation of thoughts gradually became slow and stagnant, and thoughts were difficult to emerge. Even the feelings of fear and the instinct of shouting were frozen. Such feelings seemed to be frozen to death.

Zhao Li glanced at his fingers, and at this moment his fingers were faintly blue and white.

He made his eyes dull and unconscious.

Wei Guang slowly exhaled a breath that did not exist, and his entire soul condensed inch into the interior, becoming smaller, but more solid. When he opened his eyes and was about to take action, he suddenly realized something was wrong and noticed that Zhao Li's consciousness seemed different from that of ordinary dreamers, and he had never rashly cast his spells.

Instead, he approached Zhao Li, walked around, and suddenly sneered:

"It turns out that he is still a practitioner, and the soul of the practitioner is even more rewarding."

"No need to pretend, I am an expert and can recognize it at a glance."

"You are still awake in your dreams, are you planning to humiliate me?"

Wei Guang sensed the intensity of the soul in front of him that exceeded the level of ordinary people. At this moment, he felt that the sky had brought unexpected joy. He felt that swallowing this person's soul and restoring his strength could escape the pursuit of the ghost archery. In order to make the soul in front of him weaken its defense and resistance, he sneered again and said with a sarcasm:

"It's a blessing in my dream, and time is relaxed. I told you to know a good practitioner who is the first level of spiritual refining. Even the techniques require materials to assist with the techniques. What can I do? How can I hurt my soul? Don't you know that if a cultivator in the human world wants to have a fourth level if he wants the Yang God to come out of his body?"

"And you are neither the one who practices the art of thunder punishment for souls, nor are you a warrior who kills more than ten thousand."

"You are going to attack me?"

Wei Guang saw that Zhao Li's eyes were no longer dull. Seeing a trace of extremely clear emotional fluctuations flashing in his eyes, he felt secretly happy, only to say that the other party was losing his mind. He immediately laughed twice, with contempt in his eyes, and said:

"Since you have this heart, then you can try it!"

"Even if you give your all, what impact will it have on me?"

"Let's die!"

Immediately, I pounced on it. This sentence is to create the illusion that I am confident and strong enough for the other party to do my best, and I can't resist even if the other party gives me all my strength. I can set a trap in the other party's heart, making the other party unconsciously fall into despair, making it difficult to exert its true strength, and the soul is easier to swallow.

Otherwise, a practitioner who is at the first level of refining the gods will be somewhat troublesome.

Death!

Wei Guang shouted wildly in his heart, and a gust of storm arose. When he approached, he met Zhao Li's eyes and saw the frivolous and cold murderous intent in those eyes. He suddenly felt a little panicked. Before he could react, he saw the person in front leaning against the chair, crossing his hands and speaking in a plain tone.

"Teacher Gu, it's time to class..."

Attend class?

Wei Guang's thoughts froze and subconsciously contacted the school. When he thought of the weak Master in long gowns, a hint of sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Master, haha, what are the uses of those Masters?!

He can send ten of them alone.

At this moment, an extremely tall body suddenly appeared behind the person in front of him.

Heavy armor, cold face armor, a long-handled weapon was placed on one side, and a spiral giant sword was inserted into his heart. It seemed to be dead, extremely huge, almost limitless evil aura soared into the sky. When Wei Guang approached at full speed, he harshly covered his face in a more violent way.

Wei Guang's rapid approaching movement was frozen in mid-air, his eyes were lost, and the corners of his mouth were mocked and solidified.

The next moment, the corpse, which was supposed to be dead, took the initiative to pull out the spiral sword from its heart and stood up.

The feathers on the armor collided with a solemn sound.

Wow

He just took a step forward.

Wei Guang's soul body was directly slapped on the ground by an invisible cold and powerful force. His thoughts gradually recovered because of this action. He felt that the violent evil spirit that was almost purely scattered by his soul. His scalp was numb. He looked at the tall figure standing on the side of Zhao Li with difficulty.

I was shocked, afraid, puzzled, and even a hint of instinctive anger and remorse

Do you call this thing a teacher?

Zhao Li leaned back, crossed his hands and fingers, feeling the tense nerves relaxed.

If it was outside, the clothes must have been soaked, right?

Zhao Li laughed at himself, relaxed his mind, and his mind moved.

Wei Guang saw the sudden change in the surrounding environment, from a grassy stream to a room that gave people a sense of oppression. The steel railings separated by a few inches were like cages. There were strange gold and red badges on the wall in front of him, and there were a line of square words on each side, with a total of twenty-four words. He didn't understand the meaning, but it made him feel inexplicably depressed.

Zhao Li was wearing black and blue clothes, with sharp cutting lines, giving people a sense of oppression and order. He wore a strange silver chain on one side, held a pen in one hand, and placed the table in the other hand, raised his hand to hold the flat glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked solemn:

"Tell me, who are you? Why are you here? What is your purpose? Where is your origin?"

"Be frank and lenient, and resist strictness."

Wei Guang was stunned and didn't know how to deal with it.

Zhao Li didn't wait for the answer, and seemed to have thought of something, smiled and said:

"That's right, you shouldn't be used to this."

"Then let's change to a place you are familiar with to work."

He snapped his fingers, and the surrounding environment changed in an instant, as if he fell into the darkness in an instant. The sky was gloomy, there were cracks on the earth, and the red lava in the cracks slowly flowed. A road led to a distant place, and there were screams and wails of souls in the air. He saw a building shrouded in ghosts from afar.

Terror, coldness, and majesty decorated with death.

Zhao Li was wearing a simple robe, curled his lips, pointed his hand away, and followed that direction. Wei Guang seemed to see souls being cut, souls being pulled out of his tongue in a cruel way, put into a boiling oil pan, and screaming shrillly.

The soul was hurt?

Wei Guang felt that his forehead was almost like a living creature, and cold sweat was oozing out of fear.

Is this real or illusory?!

Suddenly, he saw the soul struggling in the oil pan raise his head, his face full of pain and madness. He saw one of them meets him. The man had a pair of hanging triangle eyes, a slightly narrow nose, wide lips, and painful eyes.

That's yourself!

Wei Guang's heart trembled, and endless fear emerged.

Zhao Li curled his lips and said, "Welcome to the Eighteenth Level Hell."
Chapter completed!