As if he felt the fierce light in the middle-aged man's eyes, the black mist man's face twisted and he spoke intermittently.
"You want to... kill... him?"
Each word has a different tone, there are men and women, old and young, and the atmosphere suddenly becomes very strange.
"When you are so weak and destroyed together with his soul, I am 80% sure that you will also die completely..."
The middle-aged man lowered his gaze and replied: "The ancestors have predicted this."
"But he... will die too!"
The black soul ghost smiled sideways and said: "What a... well-known family... decent person."
"Replacing your own son with someone else's child... Changing your fate against fate... Now you have to kill him... It's just... .. ...ridiculous.”
"That's why I became a profiteer. I always remind myself that it's not a good thing."
The middle-aged man chuckled, drained the cigarette and put it out: "It's up to him whether he hates me or not. I just did what I wanted to do."
"I won't... let you succeed!"
Suddenly, the black mist suddenly rose!
An extremely oppressive aura spread instantly. The aura of powerlessness, weakness, and death lingering in the heart when facing fierce beasts like tigers at close range with bare hands, and the entire hospital suddenly became silent.
"The ancestors said that after experiencing the disaster of Dharma Ending, although you may still be resurrected, even if you are resurrected, the thing that is resurrected is not you at all."
"But a new and ignorant new demon!"
Facing the Black Soul's explosive power to resist, the middle-aged man sneered.
"Are you afraid? Afraid of disappearing?"
"I won't... let you succeed..."
Black Soul repeated these words, and the extremely oppressive aura continued to spread, and the hospital suddenly became chaotic.
No one knew what happened, but the sense of terror and oppression like a natural enemy was stronger than ever before, making them instinctively choose to escape.
In the ward, blue mysterious patterns slowly appeared on the middle-aged man's body, forming a vast light curtain and sealing off the space.
When the blue light emerged, the black soul melted quickly like ice cream under the sunshine.
"I won't... let you succeed..."
The strange words continued to be repeated, and an explosive breath began to evaporate. Ron's face was bleeding from all the orifices, and his body was gradually collapsing under the pressure of two powerful forces.
But after being sealed for thousands of years, how can he, who is already extremely weak, fight against the exorcist who has inherited the title of "Thousand Years Old" despite being sealed
Facing the terrifying burst of spiritual power, Black Soul tried his best to resist it, unable to separate himself at all to protect Ron's soul.
The middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged, ignoring the painful look on Ron's face. He stretched out his hand, and a clear blue orb appeared in his palm.
"break!"
The blue light instantly dispersed the black smoke, like a strong wind blowing on the road, causing the black smoke to disperse like dust.
When the last layer of black smoke cleared, what was exposed in front of the middle-aged man was Ron's defenseless soul.
From an outsider's perspective, illusory light and shadow emerged from Ron's body, and his expression was as peaceful as a child's, but at the heart, a rich black petroleum-like shadow condensed.
Looking at Ron whose soul had left his body, a trace of unbearability flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, but soon, it was replaced by determination.
"Hate if you want, Ron... I owe you too much."
As he spoke, the blue bead sped up and flew straight towards Ron.
Even the souls of the demons outside the territory could not withstand the vast spiritual light. Just by being close, Ron's soul began to crack like gravel.
But at this moment, Ron, who should have been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes, black eye shadow appeared, and his pupils were scarlet.
"I don't want to die!"
"Impossible! How could it be...?!"
The middle-aged man was stunned on the spot, looking at those dull eyes in disbelief.
Faced with its imminent collapse, Black Soul suddenly chose to fuse its soul with Ron. If Ron was its sealed container before, then now it and Ron are one and the same, regardless of each other.
The advantage of this is that they, who have become one, will no longer be suppressed by the seal and can use their maximum strength to fight against him.
However, the disadvantage is that it chose to actively fuse together, completely giving up the dominance to Ron, which is equivalent to completely giving the power of life and death to others.
Once Ron regained consciousness, erasing it was easy. If Ron is determined to die and is not prepared to resist, it will also be helpless.
This is such an unreasonable right.
"Why?"
The middle-aged man asked in confusion.
"There is no reason, if there is, it is that I believe him (it)... and does not want to die!"
The face of the black mist gradually pressed onto Ron's face, and they both opened their mouths at the same time, saying the same words.
This is not... not only the idea of the Black Soul Demon, but also the only thought left in Ron's head.
Poof! ! !
After the words fell, the withered arm poked out from under the white quilt, and the five fingers together pierced the middle-aged man's heart like a sharp knife and came out from the back.
Ron's calm expression trembled a little, and the spiritual light that was supposed to protect his body dissipated at the last moment, allowing his arm to penetrate the opponent easily.
"Ho!"
With a muffled groan, the pain of having his soul torn apart and swallowed came over him. Only then did the middle-aged man understand why so many predecessors in ancient books listed this matter as a top priority.
Once this kind of power loses its restraint, it will be comparable to a natural disaster at the end of the Dharma!
but... ...
"that's enough!"
The middle-aged man grinned, took a half step back, took out his arm, and leaned against the wall: "Power itself has no distinction between good and evil. Good and evil only come from the master. Compared with falling into your hands, even if you know you will die, you will still suppress it unconsciously. His instinct is undoubtedly more suitable for controlling this power."
"You've been fooled, devil!"
"..."
The black smoke that was constantly seeping into Ron's soul suddenly stagnated when he heard this. The next moment, it roared crazily and rushed towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man dodged the attack and said with a smile: "It was never you who we feared and chose to seal, demon."
"It's just this power you have."
"The only way to solve this hidden danger once and for all is to change someone to control it."
"Thousands of years of layout have strengthened your sense of identity with your own existence. Disappearance is more difficult for you to accept than death."
"So... kill me and use my soul to become his first nourishment."
Uh-huh!
The spike of black mist suddenly stopped in front of the middle-aged man's forehead, and the demon suddenly remembered that he had integrated himself with Ron and could continue to be himself, just because Ron was too weak and needed to swallow it in batches.
But they became one in the end! And Ron is the absolute leader!
Once the other party gets replenished with souls, he will have no chance.
"Despicable... humans!!"
"No, you're just too stupid."
The middle-aged man smiled and suddenly took a step forward, and there was a crackling sound all around him.
"Self-extinction of tendons?!"
Under the stunned and desperate gaze of Black Soul, the middle-aged man knelt down weakly and vomited blood.
The semi-spiritual soul emerged from his body, and the middle-aged man looked relieved and smiled.
"This is my first and last strength, Ron."
"Live on, your life shouldn't end here!!!"
Bo!
The translucent soul and the black mist were swallowed up by Ron's transparent soul in an instant. As a circle of soul energy throbbed and exploded, everything in the ward returned to calm.
... ...
"General Canglong? General Canglong?"
A gentle call woke Ron up. He opened his eyes with a blank expression, ignoring the white cloak swinging in front of him.
"Were those... just dreams?"
Ron silently clenched his fists. The extremely real feeling was much clearer than any other memory.
Moreover, in his memory, the image of a middle-aged man sacrificing his life to die did not exist at all.
"The extraterrestrial devil, could the opportunity for me to travel have something to do with it?"
After a brief thought, Ron's eyes regained clarity. He calmly glanced at the familiar uniform in front of him and asked, "Kalifa, why are you here?"
Hearing this, Kalifa, the former CP9 and now CP0 agent, breathed a sigh of relief, signaled that the doctor did not need to come over, and replied: "Commander Zero is also here, checking the battlefield... If possible, General Canglong, Wulaoxing and The adults all want to know, who killed Mr. Karp?”
"I don't want to say the same thing twice..."
Ron stood up and was surrounded by CP0s. Bald Zero stood on a huge ruins of the golden city with an expressionless face and his arms crossed.
"The Golden Emperor threatened the entire Golden City. Mr. Garp voluntarily accepted control in order to protect the people."
"He is a hero!"