This psychopath is too strong

But compared to him before, his personality has undergone some changes, and as time goes by, his personality may undergo further changes.

After slightly moving his body, Zhou Yuan found that his body had also undergone some changes.

His body was still his original body, but he somehow felt that his body had become lighter, and at the same time, his body seemed to have the vitality of a young man.

In addition, Zhou Yuan also found that there seemed to be something in his body.

It seems that he has a golden gun with a tiger head, but he can't take out the spear.

"No, how can I have a gun in my body? Even if my tiger head Zhan golden gun is really here, my body can't hold it."

While thinking about it, Zhou Yuan suddenly felt something, a cold light appeared in his eyes, and met Qiansili's gaze.

Zhou Yuan nodded slightly, and cupped his hands to Qiansili.

Sisli showed doubts on her face. Seeing that old man Zhou seemed to have regained consciousness, she cast her gaze over it. As a result, old man Zhou immediately noticed her gaze and looked directly at her.

From old man Zhou's gaze, she inexplicably felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Not only that, but old man Zhou's temperament has also undergone earth-shaking changes. Before, old man Zhou looked like an old man of the human race, but now Zhou Yuan seems to be dozens of years younger although his appearance has not changed significantly.

The hair is still gray, but it gives people the feeling that people are graying early in middle age, and she somehow feels that Zhou Yuan seems to be more handsome.

In Sisli's sight, Zhou Yuan's expression suddenly changed, and then he walked up to Feng Zhizhi respectfully and bowed and said: "Master, so that's what you said about the heroic spirit, if you Can you explain it in advance... I understand, no matter how clearly you explain it, we still cannot understand it if we don’t experience it ourselves.”

After fully merging with Ma Chao's consciousness, Zhou Yuan and Feng Zhizhi developed a certain sense of mysterious connection.

He learned the identity of the leader of the Renjiao, Feng Buzhi, and that he had become a full member of the Renjiao.

In addition to these, Zhou Yuan also felt Feng Zhizhi's move to re-establish the human race's orthodoxy and establish the human religion.

While thinking about it, Zhou Yuan only felt that his blood was boiling and his emotions were constantly stirring. He wished he could get on his horse with a gun and clear away all obstacles for the human race.

Feeling the connection between Zhou Yuan and himself, Feng Zhizhi nodded slightly and said: "It seems that you and Ma Chao have integrated well, and the passage of time has made you what you are now, but in fact, your heart is eager to fight and fight.

The only pity is that your xinxing is slightly weaker, and the strength of the heroic spirits you draw is also weaker.

So although your integration is better, Huang Er's improvement in strength is still greater. "

Zhou Yuan nodded, probably because of the influence of Ma Chao's character, he was a little dissatisfied in his heart, but he was not Ma Chao after all, so he did not show this dissatisfaction.

After that, Zhou Yuan suddenly noticed an orange sphere spinning continuously at Feng Zhizhi's fingertips.

This sphere was actually in Feng Zhizhi's hands when he regained consciousness, but he didn't pay special attention to it before.

And just now, he somehow felt that this orange sphere seemed to contain some kind of power, very powerful power.

Zhou Yuan looked at the sphere at Feng Bubu's fingertips and asked in confusion, "Master, what is it that you are spinning with your fingertips?"

"Don't you know?" Feng Bubu looked puzzled, and then thought of something and said: "Forget that you are equivalent to a native of the human race in this world, and Ma Chao's memory doesn't have such a thing. This is basketball."

"basketball?"

Following Feng Zhizhi's line of sight, Zhou Yuan quickly spotted Huang Er who was lying on the ground and staring straight at the sky.

Although Huang Er didn't show any expression, Zhou Yuan felt some kind of resentment or annoyance from Huang Er.

Just when he was wondering, he saw Huang Er sitting up with an irritable expression.

In fact, Huang Er couldn't be blamed for being irritable.

Although he thought it was a blood trap at first, he resisted very much, but when he entered that space and saw the bloody arm spread out a bunch of cards, he already guessed what it was.

Those cards should represent all kinds of human spirits, and he can randomly draw one.

The heroic spirits drawn were good and bad, Huang Er actually made some preparations before drawing the cards.

Then, he found that he had drawn Jordan, the heroic card of Michael Jordan, the god of basketball.

He won Jordan's glorious memory like a legend, two three consecutive championships, a career average of 30+ per game, and 10 regular season scoring champions. He suppressed an era.

Generally speaking, the fusion of his consciousness with Jordan is not perfect, there may be a slight sense of schizophrenia, but it is still acceptable.

And neither he nor Heroic Jordan's consciousness thinks that playing basketball is useless in this weird world.

This is also the reason why he just lay on the ground and stared straight at the sky, feeling restless in his heart.

Then just when he sat up and his thoughts were at a loss, Feng Zhizhi, the leader of Renjiao, suddenly threw a basketball at him.

The basketball was thrown at him so fast that it seemed to cause a sonic boom, but he easily caught the basketball in his hand, and after catching the basketball in his hand, he suddenly discovered that he had a connection with the basketball a feeling of.

"Why, I feel like this basketball is mine, as if it came out of my body?"

Huang Er said to himself, he threw the basketball over the lake in front of him forcefully, then grabbed the palm of his hand towards the flying basketball, and saw the flying basketball suddenly stopped flying and flew back into his hand.

He patted the basketball casually a few times, Huang Er was still puzzled, and found that the leader of Renjiao walked up to him and said, "Because this basketball itself is yours."

Feng didn't know what to say, picked up Huang Er's basketball, and under Huang Er's disbelieving gaze, stuffed the basketball into his chest.

Feng didn't know: "Different from Zhou Yuan's incompletely condensed spear, your basketball is completely condensed, and you can take it out of your body at any time..."

Chapter 122 Soul Tool

"My... basketball?"

Huang Er murmured softly, Jordan's legendary experience flashed across his mind.

In a trance, he seemed to be in the stadium.

He walked towards the court step by step, and the coach off the court seemed to say something to him, but he didn't hear clearly, he just heard the audience outside the court cheering and shouting his name.

Huang Er closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the basketball that Feng had stuffed into his body earlier appeared in his hands again.

It was completely different from the feeling of receiving a basketball thrown by Feng Zhizhi before.

At this moment, Huang Er not only felt that the basketball was connected with his blood, but also felt that he was omnipotent.

The cheers of the audience off the court are still lingering in his mind, and those audiences are shouting the god of basketball.

Huang Er took a deep breath, his somewhat disconnected consciousness with Jordan had been synchronized at this moment, the basketball kept flapping in his hands, and the next moment, he had already appeared tens of meters away with the basketball in his hand.

Huang Er took off lightly. He didn't use much force, but he jumped several meters high, and then threw the ball towards the lake.

The basketball draws a beautiful arc in the air.

This is not a stadium, and there are no rebounds, baskets, or nets, but in his heart, the basketball he just hit has already hit the net.

hum-

At the moment when he thought the basketball hit the net, with the basketball as the center, violent and strange fluctuations surged wantonly, as if the air was turbulent, and the space tens of meters violently stirred up.

The calm lake water turbulently oscillated, and the lotus flowers and leaves on the lake surface were torn into pieces in an instant. Even the surrounding light worms emitted red light to keep warning, and then were drawn into the turbulent flow formed by the basketball.

It took nearly a full minute before the strange situation in front subsided.

Countless water mist was shaken into the sky, and at this time the small island in the middle of the lake seemed to be drizzled.

Huang Er looked blankly at the scene ahead, a basketball fell from the sky and stopped at his feet.

"This is... a basketball?"

Huang Er turned around and asked Feng Buzhi, the leader of Xiangrenjiao.

This is not just his question, but also Jordan's question.

Feng didn't know: "Well, it's basketball, but it's a weird version of basketball. The power of your move just now is not bad, but the control of power is a little bit worse. You seem to want to stop the strange behavior caused by basketball, but you always Time can't stop completely."

Feng didn't know what to say, under Huang Er's suspicious eyes, a basketball that was almost the same as Huang Er's appeared in his hand.

Although at this time he is far from reaching the level of incarnation of human orthodoxy, but as the leader of the human religion, it is not difficult for him to borrow the power of orthodoxy.

Recalling Huang Er's previous actions, Feng Zhizhi took two shots of the basketball, and imitated Huang Er's actions and made a jump shot.

Like Huang Er, his shot also caused violent turbulence, but the scale was smaller than Huang Er's.

Feng didn't know that it might be related to his state of mind. Although his strength was far stronger than that of Huang Er, he did not have Jordan's legendary experience of galloping on the court after all, so the power of basketball was much weaker.

However, in terms of weird control, Feng Zhizhi was much better than Huang Er. Under Feng Zhizhi's control, the turbulent flow lasted for a few breaths and then stopped, and then the basketball flew back into Feng Zhizhi's hands.

Feng Zhizhi squeezed his chin lightly and said: "It seems that I took it for granted, this is your power, although learning my method by force can make it easier for you to control your power, it will also make your power weaker, so next This ability depends on yourself."

Huang Er nodded, and saw the basketball in Feng Zhizhi's hand disappear, and at the same time saw Sisli walking in front of him.

Before gaining the consciousness of the heroic Jordan, Huang Er had always been very hostile to the red-eyed Sisli, but now it is completely different.

The Red Bee Sword was baptized by the bloody eyeballs of the human race, coupled with the contract with Feng Zhizhi, the leader of the Human Cult, it can be said that the Red Bee Sword has become an item similar to a guardian artifact.

And Huang Er had already become a member of the Human Education at this time, not only did he know that Sisli was not the blood race he thought, but he also knew the contribution Sisli had made to the establishment of the Human Education.

Huang Er was still thinking about it, when he saw Sisli coming to him, touching his basketball with her hand, and showing an expression of disbelief at the same time.

Sisli said: "Although it contains less power, it is undoubtedly a soul tool. Is it the legendary accompanying soul tool? Can our human race also give birth to such a genius who is favored by the abyss?"

"No, this is not a companion soul tool, but generated by [Heroic Spirit Reincarnation]. The soul tool can be condensed in advance at a low level. This..."

Sisli looked at the basketball in Huang's second hand, and there was some relief and touch in her eyes, but also a hint of jealousy.

Hundreds of years ago when she died, she was at the fifth level. Before those battles in which human beings were completely defeated, she was preparing to condense her soul equipment with the help of her teacher.

Gathering soul equipment is the key to becoming a sixth-order.

The specific principle is that the soul and the alienated organ are combined in a certain way to produce a strange item that far exceeds the strength of the alienated organ. This strange item is a soul tool.

At this time, Huang Er already possessed the associated soul tool, which meant that Huang Er could possess sixth-level attack methods at a low level.

Although the strength and power of the soul tool can't be compared with the sixth level, it is definitely easy to fight at the higher level.

In addition, having the associated soul equipment also means that Huang Er has extremely high potential. Even if he doesn't deliberately choose a path, he can naturally grow to the sixth level, and the probability of becoming the seventh level is also very high.

That is to say, as long as he doesn't fall in the middle, Huang Er is very likely to grow into a seventh-order powerhouse in the future.

Sisli stared at Huang Er with sparkling eyes, and then Feng Buzhi appeared in her sight.

Feng Zhizhi's palm regenerated the same basketball as Huang Er's and said: "You mean, this kind of thing is a sixth-order soul tool?"

Sisli nodded and said: "Well, although the power is much weaker, it should be a soul tool without a doubt. By the way, why can you use this kind of soul tool?"

Feng Buzhi shook his head slightly and said: "It seems that you didn't understand my previous explanation, nor did you understand what the human race's orthodoxy is. I am the leader of the human religion, and I can naturally borrow the power of these human race's orthodoxy, not only Huang Er Yes, Zhou Yuan's is also fine."

Feng Wuzhi stretched out his arm forward, and a phantom of a spear appeared in his hand, but before the spear condensed, the phantom collapsed and shattered.

Not far away, Zhou Yuan saw the shadow of the gun in Feng Buzhi's hand walking forward and said, "Master, the gun you just condensed seems to be my tiger-headed golden gun."

Feng Bubu nodded and said: "Well, it should be the spear soul tool in your body. It should be about the same distance from being fully condensed, but there is a missing opportunity. Maybe you can condense it through some battles. Other than that ..."

Feng didn't know what to think about and continued: "Besides, there seems to be another soul tool hidden in your body, but the other soul tool is still a long way from being fully condensed."

Following Feng Buzhi's words, Zhou Yuan also vaguely felt something, and he quickly discovered something through careful feeling: "Could it be my mount, Li Feisha?"

When the Qiang people were instigated by villains to rebel, he went out to suppress the rebellion and solved the rebellion under the help of Enwei. To show their sincerity, the Qiang people gave him their best bolt of flying sand.

"Well, it's that horse. It looks like you should have two soul tools, so it's more difficult to condense the soul tools. In comparison..."

Feng Bubu said and looked at Broken Fang rolling on the ground not far away.

According to his feelings, Broken Ya's fusion of heroic spirits is very good, even better than Zhou Yuan's fusion, but there doesn't seem to be anything similar to soul tools in Broken Ya...

Chapter 123 My broken tooth must be Qinglong!

"Ang~"

It seemed that because of Feng Wuzhi's gaze, Broken Fang, who had been rolling silently on the ground before, suddenly let out a strange howl.

Unlike Huang Er and Zhou Yuan who have integrated into the consciousness of heroic spirits, although they have integrated into the consciousness of heroic spirits, they still clearly know who they are.

And the lizardman Broken Tooth has forgotten himself.

It's not that Broken Ya's consciousness has been taken over by Heroic Spirit's consciousness. Like Huang Er and Zhou Yuan, Broken Ya still retains his own consciousness. As for him forgetting who he is, he simply forgot.

From the point of view of symptoms, some are similar to senile dementia.

Broken Tooth's brain capacity was originally small, so after he suddenly integrated into the large memory of Heroic Spirit, he temporarily forgot who he was.

In fact, Broken Tooth even forgot the previous experience of drawing cards.

In his mind, he has turned into a green dragon, with a body like a long snake, a unicorn head, a carp tail, long beards, deer-like horns, five claws, and can soar freely in the sky.

He is the god of the east, one of the four spirits of the sky, corresponding to the seven eastern constellations in the four images.

He is the guardian god of the human race, responsible for managing the four seasons together with Xuanwu, Suzaku, and Baihu, and he is in charge of spring.

As memories continued to emerge, Broken Tooth remembered many activities related to the human race. He would secretly observe many human race sacrifices, and occasionally he would fight with some hostile forces of the human race.

Of course, these are secondary, the most comfortable thing for Broken Tooth is to roam freely in the sky.