Thinking of this, Zhou Ze pulled out the judge's pen and stabbed He Wenqing hard at the throat. A person who practiced Buddhist martial arts was invulnerable to swords and guns, but he still had weaknesses.

Zhou Ze saw Lao Xu's movement just now. Lao Xu tried all the things he could do, only his neck. It seemed that He Wenqing was deliberately avoiding it. Zhou Ze's movement was not slow, and the judge's pen had already stabbed it.

Although He Wenqing was distracted, he felt Zhou Ze's movements in just a moment and grabbed the tip of the judge's pen, which had pierced into the skin of his neck.

A burning sensation made He Wenqing shiver, and the distorted expression on his face made He Wenqing, who had already begun to grow old, look even more distorted.

"Yes, you can guess my weakness, which is also your strength, but just by relying on this thing from the underworld, do you think it can hurt me?"

While saying that, He Wenqing used force on his hand, and the judge's pen was snatched and threw it to one side. He Wenqing's hand directly grabbed Zhou Ze's collar.

"You have also shared my past. It's time for us to take over the body at this moment. After all, people outside are waiting for me to go out. Don't worry, I will let you appreciate it from one side."

As he said that, He Wenqing slapped Zhou Ze's chest. It was not very powerful, but Zhou Ze felt his soul rippling. He was very familiar with the dizziness and disgusting feeling, and blood spurted out when he opened his mouth.

Then I could sense that the bones in my chest seemed to start slowly shattering, as if the ripples stirred in the pool water were bigger and bigger, and the feeling of fragmentation became stronger.

And the dizziness is the feeling when I first came to this world. It was like after a high fever, my body was soft and uncontrollable, and the body seemed to be not my own body.

There were constant cracking sounds in my ears. Zhou Ze could sense that his soul seemed to be being torn and crushed into pieces. Although it was not visible on the surface, the breaking feeling of breaking and crushing was real, and Zhou Ze felt a little blurred in his eyes because of pain.

He Wenqing's movements and voices became distant and slow in an instant.

Zhou Ze bit his tongue to keep himself awake, just as He Wenqing flew up and his body stood upside down and his head fell on Zhou Ze's head.

Blood kept flowing out of Zhou Ze's mouth, and a powerful force poured into Zhou Ze's body. Zhou Ze guessed that this was He Wenqing's skill, and perhaps he didn't want to waste all this.

As the power was transmitted, Zhou Ze seemed to be squeezed away, and there was a force that wanted to peel Zhou Ze away from his body.

Zhou Zem opened his eyes and stretched out his hand with the last trace of strength, and grabbed He Wenqing's ring with blood.

He Wenqing trembled all over. He wanted to shake Zhou Ze's hand away, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not let go.

The transmission has begun, and part of his soul has begun to be stripped away. This is why he is isolated with a ring. This ring is his natal magic weapon, and Zhou Ze can guess it without thinking.

The light columns around them kept flashing but did not dissipate.

Zhou Ze no longer had the strength at this time, so he could only hold the ring to death, and even rub the ring into the wound in his palm, allowing his blood to contaminate the ring.

"Zhou Ze, do you think this can stop me from taking over the body? It's really a delusion, but this struggle is a bit backbone! Hahaha!"

With He Wenqing's shout, the power to tear his soul became even greater. He could not control his body, and even his mind was a little confused.

Zhou Ze wanted to bite his tongue hard again, but he didn't have any strength.

But at this moment, the jade token on his chest began to emit a dazzling light.

The scorching temperature made Zhou Ze feel that his flesh seemed to be about to be scalded. At the same time, a voice was shouting hard, and Zhou Ze regained some consciousness.

I listened carefully and it seemed like Fan Xingchen's voice, but the voice became weaker and weaker. Finally, as I woke up, the voice disappeared.

Zhou Ze felt a sharp pain in his heart. It was the pain of losing something. Such pain made Zhou Ze open his eyes instantly.

Thinking of the pepper mark on his body, the flower on the other side, and the moment of his fall, Zhou Ze understood everything at this time.

All the fragmented information I knew before was connected. What kind of Pi Beast? Isn’t this part of the soul of Jiaotu?

If it weren't for the incomplete soul and the constraints of seals, how could he not come out of the underground palace?

Over the past few hundred years, the slaughter of will and the chaos of memory, although I feel familiar with you when I see you, I can't remember the reason.

As for the patterns on the judge's pen, they are very similar to those on his body. Isn't this just related to the pepper map?

But at this moment, he didn't come out. Could it be what he expected or was he extremely disappointed with himself?

"I can't come out yet, is this what you want? I'm taken over, and you just watch it like this? Whether it's a Pi beast, a judge's pen, or even me, which one is not a part of you?

If you feel guilty, really want to be clean, have no worries, and no longer have anything to do with this world, why keep these? Why let me experience these worlds? Why let me go back here? Why make me make that space?"

With such a roar, Zhou Ze felt the anger in his body. Zhou Ze could feel a powerful aura, reviving in the judge's pen. So familiar, that aura seemed to look at Zhou Ze and said contemptuously.

"Bad! Look!"

This sound is almost the same as a Pi Beast. Zhou Ze had no chance to refute it, and he had no time to ask.

Because at this moment, Zhou Ze's temperament changed.

He closed his eyes, and sweat began to appear on his forehead. He originally squeezed into Zhou Ze's body, and the soul of He Wenqing was kicked out directly.

He Wenqing was stunned, fell quickly, and took a few steps back. He was so surprised that he was so surprised.

After living for more than 800 years, I have taken over the body more often. Even if the body of an adult master allows me to take over the body, this has never happened.

He was stunned for a moment and reached out to raise his right hand, but the moment he raised his hand, he realized that the ring on his hand was gone.

This is his natal magic weapon. It is like his hands and feet, as if part of his body. Just now, the ring was taken off, and he didn't even feel it?

He Wenqing was anxious, waved his hand and appeared in his palm, holding his hands horizontally, and his eyes staring at Zhou Ze also became more vigilant and scrutinized.

Looking closely, Zhou Ze seemed to have no change, and he could not sense spiritual power. If the only change was that there was a curved blood line on his forehead, I wonder if it was a wound or something.

"I didn't expect that you were hiding so deeply that I could end my body and take my ring. Since that's the case, there is no need to keep you."

After saying that, He Wenqing's face changed, and he was full of murderous aura. He waved the iron rod at Zhou Ze and smashed it down. The moment the iron rod approached Zhou Ze, he could sense the gust of cold wind.

Just as the iron rod was about to hit Zhou Ze's head, Zhou Ze opened his eyes.

He raised his hand and gently blocked the iron rod. He Wenqing was shocked at this time.

How heavy is his iron rod? He used 90% of his spiritual power to smash it down. Not to mention a person who knows how to practice, the old Xu and Cui Yulong below, if he hits the iron rod like this, he will either die or be injured.

This is my best practice. After all, this is the practice method I learned from the old monk back then, and the old monk passed away to become a Buddha.

He Wenqing was looking at Zhou Ze's eyes at this moment, and his pupils turned completely black. With just a glance, He Wenqing felt a chill and an ominous premonition made him want to pull the iron rod back.

Zhou Ze gently pinched the iron rod with one hand, and He Wenqing couldn't break free from any thrust. After a while, He Wenqing had exhausted his strength.

I wonder if it was panic, He Wenqing let go of the iron rod, grabbed the talisman on his body, and was about to throw it towards Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze raised his right hand at this moment and opened his palm, and He Wenqing's ring pointed out that he was now in the palm.

"This is my ring."

He Wenqing stared at Zhou Ze, as if he had discovered the problem, and pointed at Zhou Ze in a daze and shouted:

"You are not Zhou Ze, who are you? He actually took Zhou Ze's body first?"
Chapter completed!