"Uncle, who are you?"
Huo Lin almost blurted out such a sentence, but finally swallowed it back.
Because he found that the guy in front of him blocked his punch with only two fingers.
Although Huo Lin knew that he didn't use much strength against this vulnerable mortal, it was not a trick that could be easily resolved with two fingers.
Unless, the other party is also a true immortal, and a martial arts immortal whose cultivation base is higher than his own.
"You want to get involved in this matter?" Huo Lin was a little puzzled, why the real fairy in front of him wanted to save this mortal who only knew how to smell bad mouth, and wanted to single out all the monks.
"It's him?"
Apart from Huo Lin, it was Ramdo who reacted first.
In the past, he was almost completely ruined by Bai Mo. With the addition of deep-seated hatred, Ramdo was naturally the first to recognize Bai Ying's identity.
"Why is he..."
Next came the projection of the Four Holy Beasts, the over 100-year-old boss, and the "Heavenly Dao" straddling their heads, whose aura can be recognized in ashes.
Even after being free for several years, seeing that figure again, the instinct of the body is still a little uncomfortable.
"Yes." Bai Mo's answer was extremely concise.
"Why?"
"This person is useful to me."
"it works?"
Before Huo Lin finished speaking, a silver-white high-energy laser suddenly appeared from the void.
It also happened to land on the position where Wu Ling was resurrected, and the violent heat evaporated him in an instant.
This is good, even the flesh and blood tissue has been turned into a wisp of smoke and there is nowhere to find it.
…
Following the source of power, Bai Mo saw that the person who did the trick was Ramdo.
"I'll destroy what you want." He showed a twisted smile.
"..."
Before Wu Ling recovered from his stunned state, he was killed by the speed of light attack again.
After all, the gap between mortals and real immortals is so great that it is difficult to compare. With a mortal body, being able to fight with an immortal who is not serious for more than one round without dying is already worth ten lifetimes.
Apart from strength, the difference between immortals and mortals is actually the difference in perception of time.
For the serious immortals, one second is already a very, very long concept, enough for them to fly tens or even hundreds of kilometers, or make a thousand or eight hundred shots.
But in the eyes of ordinary people, one second is not enough to take a deep breath before preparing for battle.
The two do not live in the same time dimension at all.
…
"This place is already far away from the sun. No matter how strong you are now, the avatar that can be projected is only at the same level as me."
After killing Wu Ling in a sneak attack, Ramdo taunted him a lot.
"Then let me rebuild."
Seeing the revived Wu Ling being flogged again, Bai Mo didn't feel much, but pointed at Wu Ling being vaporized by the laser.
The wisps of green smoke that remained at the scene began to intertwine and rotate in this finger, like a creation in the void, once again "sculpting" Wu Ling's body.
"Can the dead come back to life?"
Ramdo was a little puzzled, he was sure that the light from his sneak attack had completely wiped out all the vitality of that mortal.
In addition to the pure physical destructive power, the laser also contains more than sixty kinds of curses, basically blocking all the paths of reincarnation from feigning death. No luck at all.
In order to get angry with Bai Mo, he directly lowered his face and used a sneak attack to deal with a mortal, but he didn't expect it to be unsuccessful.
"What's wrong with me?" Wu Ling, who was resurrected again, finally had a chance to think about his own situation.
Just now Huo Lin killed him too quickly, the nerves didn't even have a chance to transmit the pain signal to the brain, and the whole body had exploded into a molecular state.
The last memory left to him is the blackness in front of his eyes.
Then Bai Mo revived Wu Ling. He just opened his eyes, wanting to see what happened to the "black eyes" just now, when Ramdo's sneak attack had already killed him.
Just like Huo Lin's attack, Ramdo's laser burned Wu Ling's brain to ashes before his pain signal was transmitted to his brain, so he could only feel his eyes go black again.
"Can you resurrect the dead?" Huo Lin looked at Bai Mo with eager eyes.
"Your family members have been dead for too long." Bai Mo guessed his thoughts immediately, Huo Lin wanted to ask himself, is it possible to revive his family members who were killed by the demon clan.
"..."
"Can you teach me? I'll exchange something that can tempt you." A ghostly woman quietly appeared behind Bai Mo.
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That is the ghost fairy in the camp of the Federal Speaker.
"Me too!"
A hulking-backed, muscular, beard-haired real fairy was also attracted by this resurrection technique, and appeared from the void on his own initiative.
"Heavenly Killing Star?" Kirkov recognized the other party, Heavenly Killing Star Yu Po, a hardworking immortal who doesn't care about world affairs, and he didn't stand on any side in this federal war.
Yu Po is extremely self-centered, and only responds to things that interest her, and almost turns a deaf ear to irrelevant people's shouts.
"There is nothing to teach, this is not a spiritual art." Bai Mo rejected the two people's kindness.
"If it's not spiritual art, then what is it?"
Human beings have gone through so many years of war, and everyone has relatives and friends who died early, and the attraction of resurrection to them is unimaginable.
"It's just the instinct of an eighth-level true immortal."
"Is it possible that resurrecting other people is also your innate spell?" Huo Lin continued to ask.
"The existence of the eighth-level true immortal will passively assimilate and infect all the people and things around you, so it's not so much that you killed Wu Ling, it's better to say that you killed a thought of mine." Bai Mo explained. Let everyone shudder.
"He's right. There is indeed a power that is as moist as the sun and silently wants to infiltrate, but it's too weak, and we just ignore it unconsciously."
"One thousand four hundred and fifty-three years, if you stand by my side for one thousand four hundred and fifty-three years, you will be assimilated into my thoughts just like him. In other words, it is a thought with self-awareness."
"Heavenly demon?"
"..."
"Are you kidding me?" Ramdo, who was humiliated by being deceived by a wave of anger, seemed to be unable to hold back the golden light on his fist.
"Wu Ling is indeed useful to me, but it's a pity that it was Wu Ling before he died once."
People die and luck disappears.
As a tool man, when Wu Ling was killed for the first time, the huge luck attached to him had already dissipated like wind and clouds, and he took the initiative to find a new host.
Therefore, he can no longer mobilize his luck and stimulate the realm of the end of Dharma.
Bai Mo only discovered this when he was revived for the second time.