Chapter 164 Constraints

Did he think that since he couldn't break the constraints, all his efforts over the past three days were a joke?

The spirits don't think so.

"It just makes everything a little more complicated."

He looked at everyone with indifference.

"If I pick up a dart and throw it at the world map, and use the city I hit as the starting point for destroying the world, what will you do?"

Ruined clothes and the entire world are external things. For pure spirits that are not controlled by reason and originate from sin itself, they always know how to pursue extreme "desire satisfaction".

"Do you think I'm crazy, or do you think that the world map is so big that it's unlikely to hit you exactly—"

The alien spirit stood up straight, and his right hand turned behind his back to grasp the hilt of Ming Jiuguan's knife. In just a moment, the knife flashed, and the tip of the pure black blade was already in front of He Wanjin's throat.

The wind created by the rapid swing of the blade ruffled a strand of black hair in front of He Wanjin's forehead, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

The sense of crisis that symbolized death triggered his body's conditioned reflex, but before his right foot could take a complete step back, the knife in the alien's hand had already cut the skin in front of his throat.

Blood oozed out, and the chill from the blade caused He Wanjin's heart rate to rise rapidly. He swallowed involuntarily: "You..."

"Me what?" The alien's mouth curled up a smile. Unlike He Jingtong and the alien He Jingtong, the alien He Jingtong never smiled from beginning to end, while He Jingtong's smile was always pure and clean.

The smile on the spirit's face was like a person who knew his own abilities and relied on them to look down on others. It was a smile that was arrogant, but it didn't make people feel arrogant.

He was strong enough, so strong that no one present could stop him. So strong that once he really decided to kill someone, no one thought they could stop him.

Even if he will eventually die under the constraints.

But at this moment, countless people feel that——

Never gamble your life on one of his countless sins.

"Do you think I will believe what you say? The power of a psychic comes from the soul, and the same is true for spirits. A-level psychics want to connect themselves to the rules of this world..."

"Do you think 'Legend' is too cheap, or do you think your abilities are too high?"

At this moment, a drop of blood slid down the black tip of the knife.

The drop of blood hit the ground without splashing a speck of dust.

"What you say verbally about the binding relationship between heaven and earth has no actual effect."

The foreign spirit saw the way He Wanjin's pupils were constantly trembling, and the way his muscles tensed up, trying desperately to suppress the idea of ​​​​escape, and his smile grew bigger and bigger.

He smiled cheerfully, and the spirit who looked almost exactly like He Jingtong took He Jingtong's place, showing the demeanor that a sixteen-year-old should have.

The alien spirit looked at He Wanjin, its thick eyelashes covering its increasingly dark pupils.

And the person being stared at seems to have everything seen through.

If He Wanjin's ability could really communicate with the world's rules, or even influence them, then the situation where all other constraints would be lifted as long as he died would not exist at all.

He couldn't tie the contract to heaven and earth as he said.

But he was good at cheating.

With this explanation, He Jingtong, who had undergone the spiritualization experiment at that time, had a chance to get a parole.

Otherwise, everything will be like what He Yunian said earlier: "Before the situation becomes the worst, you should commit suicide in advance."

Indeed, the situation was eased at that time due to He Wanjin's efforts. Even at that time, those who had restricted him in the Peach Blossom Land had been punished.

Everything should be getting better, but the reality is that everything seems to be forced to be postponed.

He Jingtong still chose to commit suicide, and the false constraints of heaven and earth were eventually exposed.

When dealing with spirits of the same level, the psychic's ability is effective but cannot produce an absolute suppressive effect. Once a psychic faces a spirit that exceeds his own level, it is difficult for him to exert the effect of his ability.

Initially, they chose to create such a lie, but by then many people already knew that once He Jingtong became a spirit, he would be destined to be S-rank.

How could an A-level spiritualist possibly restrain an S-level spirit?

So lies came into being.

After talking for so long, He Wanjin seemed to believe it himself...

The man closed his eyes tightly. When he opened them again, the spirit didn't even give him a chance to speak. It just said to itself, "From your performance, I guessed right."

The spirit stabbed the knife into He Wanjin's throat again, one millimeter deeper. The injury was not serious, just superficial. But the throat was too dangerous, so both the person involved and the bystanders felt terrified.

The spirit said as if nothing had happened: "In other words, your ability is useless to me..."

"Don't say it!" He Wanjin shouted. When he opened his mouth, the wound became deeper because of his overly violent movements.

But no matter how he behaves, it has no effect on the aliens.

The inhuman creature simply put away the knife slowly, with a look of superiority in its eyes.

His lips seemed to be forced to move in slow motion, but anyone could hear the words that came out of his mouth easily. Although the voice was not loud, it was enough to move people's hearts.

Everyone looked at the spirit and saw him say, "That is to say, your ability has been ineffective to me from the beginning to the end."

"Like an ant." The alien spirit stared at He Wanjin as if staring at an ant.

"In my human memory, when he was six years old, he was shocked by a series of actions you made. From then on, your hateful gaze became his nightmare for ten years."

"He seemed to have tried to ask why his uncle hated him, but the answer he got from him was just that he was wrong."

"And when I look back from the present, it suddenly occurs to me that it wasn't a look of hatred at all..."

The spirit narrated everything leisurely. His power meant that whatever he said had to be listened to seriously by others, otherwise the lives of others would most likely be completely annihilated and disappear from this world in the blink of an eye, just like the ruins of the building that had completely disappeared before.

He just said: "That look is certainly not hatred——"

"That look clearly shows that you want him to die."

“Just like me now.”

The alien's gaze on He Wanjin also changed from staring at an ant to looking at a dead object.

This look is not the vicious look of wanting others to die, but the extreme evil of being able to decide the life and death of others at will by relying on one's own strength.

The alien spirit retracted the knife, but in the next second, he swung the knife straight at He Wanjin's head.

Inhuman beings don't care about the life or death of their relatives.

From a certain perspective, He Wanjin also had a hand in the real reason for the birth of the supernatural being.

He swung the knife at He Wanjin without holding back, but this move was slightly blocked by the alien He Jingtong who also had control over the alien's body.

The blow that should have chopped off his head ended up only hitting He Wanjin's shoulder.

The sound of cloth tearing was heard, blood spurted out, and He Wanjin fell backwards due to inertia.

But in the blink of an eye, he was supported by the giant arms made of snowflakes.

Lu Xue, one of He Wanjin's two teammates, controlled the giant transformed from snowflakes to catch He Wanjin and quickly took him to the back.

She looked at the alien spirit with eager eyes.

"Your last strike should have killed him directly. No one here can stop you. But your attack suddenly went astray..."

"Can I take this to mean that even though you know that the restraint has no effect on you, you still don't want to kill anyone?"

The alien spirit gave her a mocking look and said, "Instead of thinking about it from this perspective, you might as well recognize that I know from my memories that you and He Wanjin both have life-saving items given by Liu Shuyu."

"It's better to let him leave the field with serious injuries than to deliver a completely ineffective blow."

The giant transformed from snowflakes was about ten meters tall and rushed towards the alien spirit with all his might under the blessing of soul power.

The huge arm swung but was easily chopped off by the ritual knife.

The snowflakes that could be controlled by the power condensed easily. At the moment when the giant snowflake hand was knocked down, Lu Xue used the scattered power to condense the giant's arm again and even condensed it in front of the alien's chest.

"Do you believe this?" When the giant was moving, Lu Xue and others did not choose to stand by and watch but rushed forward.

"I believe every word I say." A huge field of lightning suddenly erupted around the alien's body.

That is not a proper realm, it is just a way to use the power of the soul.

It has already made many people feel troubled.

The snowflakes were no longer scattered but melted directly into the thunder.

The huge figure of the Snow Giant, which had originally blocked out part of the natural light, disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.

Even the ghost pretended to squint his eyes when the sunlight came back.

“But you don’t seem to believe it.”

"But it's not so much that you don't believe it as that you don't want to believe it."

"You hope that this body can still be controlled by He Jingtong's consciousness. Because only in this way can you have a tiny, pitiful, insignificant chance of winning that is not even worth putting on the stage."

"What's wrong with hoping like this?" Lu Xue stared. "It's much better to believe in the positive miracles of human nature than to believe that a monster like you will be so kind to us."

"Ghosts are not something you can talk to or communicate with."

"Heh." The alien sneered, "Then why didn't anyone shout like you do now?"

"Don't you still think that 'I' can talk and communicate?"

"Even now." Even now he can still communicate, but it's different from what the psychic imagined.

The alien said the most sarcastic words in the calmest voice.

Even if someone wants to refute or even say: "Your current position is completely different from your previous position. How can your current so-called communication skills be confused with your previous ones..."

The above words are quickly intercepted when passing through the brain.

What was actually said was: "You don't look like Jing Tong at all like this, you are too ugly."

An old voice suddenly broke in at this moment. !