Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

The mountain wind was howling, the forest waves were raging, and the man's figure looked particularly lonely and proud on the rugged mountain road.

"Roar!"

The six-handed macaque opened its mouth wide and roared at the man. Looking at the corpses of the monsters beside the mountain road, it couldn't help but get furious. They actually dared to carry out a large-scale killing in Sunset Mountain.

The man raised his hand to wipe the saliva off his face and looked at the changes in the six-handed macaque's eyes. He didn't expect that this ape was actually intelligent. It seemed that its bloodline was not as bad as he thought.

He released his spiritual sense and observed the gorilla more carefully.

It has six arms, each of which is strong and powerful, with muscles as hard as rock.

Its body is covered with a layer of pure white hair, which has a strange luster in the sun.

The most frightening thing is its eyes, which are a deep red that seems to be able to swallow all light.

The more the man looked, the more frightened he became. Could this be a different species? It was definitely different from the six-handed macaques he had seen.

The six-armed macaque seemed to have sensed the man's consciousness as well. It slowly stood up, waving its six arms in the air and letting out a deafening roar.

This person did not have any regrets for the dead monster. Instead, he was observing himself. He really did not take it seriously. After all, it was the king of Sunset Mountain!

The sound was like thunder, soaring into the sky, making the man's eardrums hurt. He felt dizzy and the world in front of him began to spin.

The man knew that this was the special racial ability of the six-handed macaque - the monkey's roar.

There are all kinds of monsters in the world, and some powerful monsters have their own racial skills.

The six-handed macaque in front of us is a powerful monster. The monkey's roar can shock the enemy's soul.

He suppressed his discomfort and quickly drew a long sword from his waist. The sword gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

This is exactly the royal sword. The man searched all his storage rings and found this usable sword. No one knew where the purple-black long sword used by the emperor was lost.

But this king sword is also fine. He had only used a few rule magic treasures in the past three thousand years. They were all blown away when the explosion occurred. They must have found their owners.

The man injected spiritual power into the sword, but there was no reaction. Then he actually resisted with his hand, and the sword energy was about to hit him.

As soon as the man let go, the king sword flew backwards, fell from the top of the mountain and disappeared.

The man smiled bitterly. He didn't expect that he was not recognized by the rule magic treasure after all. The dizziness in his head became stronger and stronger.

He knew that only by concentrating his mind could he resist the dizziness.

The man closed his eyes tightly and used his willpower to resist the force until the dizziness gradually subsided.

After all, he had been in prison for nearly two thousand years, and his willpower had been tempered to the point of being almost exhausted. Compared to being in prison, this roar was simple.

When the six-handed macaque saw that the man did not fall down, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

It suddenly leaped up, and its six arms, like six dancing pythons, attacked the man with a sound of breaking through the air.

The man ducked his body and dodged the first wave of attacks, but then the six-armed macaque's arms rained down like raindrops, each blow carrying a tremendous force.

The man shuttled through the attacks, his body as agile as a monkey in the mountains.

It is not easy to fight against the six-handed macaque with bare hands now. The power of this monster can easily destroy this body.

The battle intensified and the men began to feel overwhelmed.

The six-armed macaque's power seemed endless, and each attack was more fierce than the last.

His body already had dislocated joints and his meridians had not yet fully recovered. Taking part in a battle of this intensity, even with his vast combat experience, he felt somewhat powerless.

The man used his spiritual power to forcibly connect the two broken joints, and occasionally hit the six-handed macaque's head a few times, but the effect was minimal.

All he could do now was to dodge the attacks, look for opportunities to fight back, and then find the weakness of the six-handed macaque and launch a fatal blow.

The man and the beast were in a stalemate on the top of the mountain. The sun slowly rose above their heads, shining on everything.

"Are you stupid? Do you think you can't untie my mouth if you gag me?"

The tongue in Hu Qing's mouth turned into a palm and pushed the coarse cloth out. He was breathing heavily and his mouth was dry.

He looked around, trying to find a sharp object to wipe out the formation on the vines so that he could escape.

He moved back a step with his buttocks, leaned against the tree, and was about to grind the vine with the bark.

"call out!"

A sound of breaking air came from the sky. Hu Qing was now hidden by the treetops and could not see the scene in the sky.

He leaned his head forward curiously until a golden sword fell from the sky, pierced between his legs, and half-sank into the ground, the hilt still trembling slightly.

Hu Qing swallowed and looked at the sword blade that was less than half a centimeter away from his second brother. If he had not moved back a step, the sword would have castrated him.

Although he is now a soul body, which man can accept a sharp sword stuck in his brother's head, not even a phantom limb!

This makes one easily frightened, leading to impotence.

The golden light on Wang Jian's body disappeared and turned back into its previous gray state.

Hu Qing looked at the half-broken hilt, slowly turned around, placed his bound hands under the blade, and rubbed it up and down, trying to cut the vine.

Then he felt a sharp pain. Without even thinking, Hu Qing realized that the knife had cut his hand. He had to find the right angle again and grind it again.

After being struck by the Hongmeng purple thunder, although the soul was sublimated and became vivid, the previous ability to assemble freely was gone. Instead, the wound recovery time became longer, and the pain of the injury became more and more realistic.

After paddling several times, the vine finally broke, and Hu Qing struggled to remove all the remaining vines from his body with his hands.

His hands were already blurry, and it seemed that it would take some time to recover. He pulled the King Sword from the ground and held it in his hand. Now his soul strength was enough to use the weapon.

He was just about to continue digging up those array points and destroying the large array, when he suddenly discovered a dazzling reflection from the rubble above the ruins.

Hu Qing walked over and saw that it was a black crystal with a slight rotten smell.

He dug out the crystal, and found a huge egg with a faint sign of life inside, but it was so smelly that it made Hu Qing feel nauseous.

This should be the giant dragon summoned by the national teacher before. I don’t know why it turned out like this, but it’s obviously not a good thing.

Hu Qing picked up a stone from the ground, weighed it in his hand, and smashed it hard at the egg.

"click"

The stone actually broke. Is the eggshell really that strong?

Hu Qing wanted to find another stone, but suddenly he saw a ferocious statue and couldn't help but be overjoyed.

This thing is great, it's made of sturdy material and can definitely smash open this giant egg.