Chapter 58 Realm
When the powers of different spiritualists had already hit Fu Zexun and exploded on his body surface, he suddenly realized that the place was already full of people.
A dozen members of the He family, all dressed in uniform, surrounded Fu Zexun.
The man who thought he had finally escaped had his pupils trembling continuously.
Just like he forced He Jing again and again, Fu Zexun, who wanted to witness a stronger power, was also played around by the young He Yu.
At this time, the He family members did not act rashly. They just surrounded Fu Zexun, controlled the direction of his escape, and waited quietly for He Yunian's arrival.
Sure enough, not long after, He Yunian was heard walking in front of the crowd with clear footsteps.
The old man looked at Fu Zexun who was half lying on the ground and said with a smile: "Thank you for taking care of my child."
"As for your previous question..." He Yunian pretended to be thoughtful and let Fu Zexun, who was lying on the ground, look up at him.
"Sorry, I'm not interested in explaining my abilities to outsiders."
He Yunian narrowed his eyes even more deeply, not only making it impossible for outsiders to see the color of his pupils, but even the thin slit through which his eyes could originally be seen was not clear.
But just now, when He Yunian came out of the sewer, the young man who served as his housekeeper and half-apprentice just happened to report to him: "He Jingtong has woken up."
Therefore, the so-called care comes from here.
Under He Yunian's smiling gaze, Fu Zexun also laughed. He lay on the ground, his laughter getting louder and louder, mixed with the occasional cough of blood. Fu Zexun looked at the ground, some visible dust, jumping along with his breathing.
He had never been so humble.
But Fu Zexun was still able to support himself and slowly stand up from the ground.
Fu Zexun stood up and said, "This idea that has not been completed before is suitable for you to realize."
What Fu Zexun said was that during the league match between the two schools, no S-level spirits were successfully created.
He Yunian was not clear about this, but he always remembered the incident in which Fu Zexun controlled 42 A-level spirits.
He Yunian also received a detailed report from Cui Tong about how his grandson had killed him twice, both times using his clones.
Following Fu Zexun's meaningful words, He Yunian, who already knew what was going to happen, also said, "I have been waiting to see how many alien spirits your original body can release."
Fu Zexun's face turned ugly again for a moment.
He had a feeling that no matter what he did, it would be expected of him. It was just like what the teachers and students in the school felt before, which was too uncomfortable.
But even so, Fu Zexun still released a large number of alien spirits.
The huge amount even made many members of the He family shudder at the mention of it.
"Three hundred, or five hundred?" A member of the He family looked at several smaller humanoid spirits and murmured a creepy number in a low voice.
"To be precise, it's six hundred and thirty-two... people." Fu Zexun laughed, he didn't use the word "spirits" as a unit of reference.
This is a naked provocation to humanity.
This place is on a suburban highway, and since the He family set out, this section of the road has been temporarily blocked.
The road section, which was originally empty of only a dozen people, was instantly filled with densely packed humanoid spirits.
Among these strange spirits, there are people of all kinds and appearances.
There are white-collar workers who look like elites, and there are also sloppy homeless people.
A three-year-old child who had just learned to walk stood in the same row as an elderly man in his seventies or eighties who looked gloomy and tired.
There are all kinds of things here, just like a bustling market.
But these guys are all inhuman.
This number is enough to make even those using the multi-view function gasp in shock.
"With so many people missing, wouldn't anyone notice anything unusual?" one of the He family members roared.
Fu Zexun stood up with the help of a nearby alien spirit.
"A lot?" Fu Zexun glanced at the man sarcastically, "But in this city, there are more than 30,000 orphans in orphanages alone."
Fu Zexun looked indifferent: "There are so many unwanted people in this world, so what does it matter if they become spirits?"
"Even if I don't create an artificial psychic like He Jingtong like you, but I can use some unwanted humans to make humanoid spirits, and let humanoid spirits kill spirits, wouldn't that save many people who want to live?"
Among the more than 600 alien spirits, there are more than 100 A-level ones.
In the multi-angle images, Fu Zexun stood among the group of strange spirits. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He seemed to have completely transformed into a true villain who would no longer care about the lives and deaths of others.
"One humanoid spirit can kill one hundred ordinary spirits. If one hundred ordinary spirits are not discovered by the spiritualist in time, the losses caused by them are at least in the tens of millions."
Fu Zexun looked coldly at the He family members who were charging at the alien spirits. Each of them was surrounded by several alien spirits, so how could they have the time to care about him?
And I can only let him wantonly spit out what he wants to say, word after word.
"How many lives in this world are worth tens of millions?"
"I am a spiritual master. I am a spiritual master who chooses between becoming a spirit and transforming into a spiritual master."
"This means that I am destined to no longer be an ordinary person." When saying this, Fu Zexun also reacted to what He Yunian had done to trick him before.
But he still gave the answer he really thought through.
"I didn't become a spirit, but awakened to become a spiritualist. This was never a fluke. It was the inevitable result of everything that happened in the past."
"Just like He Jingtong--" Fu Zexun's eyes once again burst out with an extremely strong desire to get He Jingtong.
He would not have the time, more than ten years, to train a spiritual master.
But he was able to claim as his own the spiritual master that others had spent more than ten years to train.
This was certainly a provocation. Fu Zexun laughed out loud as he watched the smile on He Yunian's face disappear.
He Yunian passed several alien spirits, and with his old hands full of bulging veins, he formed claws and tried to pinch Fu Zexun's throat.
The alien spirit that had supported Fu Zexun a little bit, took the initiative to block before He Yunian's hand touched Fu Zexun's throat.
The throat was crushed in an instant, almost separating the alien's head from its body, but the inhuman creature's core was not destroyed, and the wound on its neck was healing visibly.
He Yunian only used a trace of indigo power and shattered the core of the A-level alien when Fu Zexun could hardly see it with his naked eyes.
The A-level alien's body turned into a point of light and disappeared in an instant.
He Yunian was surrounded by many spirits and looked at Fu Zexun, who was smiling wildly. No idea could be seen on the old man's face. He only said, "I have seen too many crazy dogs, but as long as such beings don't actively jump in front of me, I can also pretend that they don't exist."
"And you——" He Yunian glanced at the dozen or so strongest A-level spirits that Fu Zexun placed beside him.
"Since you took the initiative to jump in front of me, I hope you have already prepared yourself for death."
Before he finished speaking, the several A-level spirits around Fu Zexun all turned into points of light and gradually dissipated.
Those members of the He family who had previously surrounded Fu Zexun were destroying a large number of strange spirits in an orderly manner, despite the hardships of the battle.
No member of the He family thought that they, with only a dozen people, could not defeat these 600-plus spirits.
Fu Zexun's expression changed again, probably because he suddenly realized that compared to the teachers of the Spiritual Department of the Elite Academy who had just enough strength, whether it was He Yunian or those members of the He family, their strength was too overbearing.
It is so overbearing that before the alien spirits can feel the crisis of death and have the tendency to merge together, the alien spirits will have already died.
During this period, there were many B-level ones who frantically wanted to be promoted to A-level in order to save their lives, but the result they got was that when their powers were mixed together and about to merge, their seven alien cores were shattered at the same time.
I can't do it. No matter how hard I try, I just can't do it.
Even though there were more than 100 A-level creatures, with a seemingly much higher tolerance rate than that in the academy, Fu Zexun still couldn't truly create an S-level spirit from He Yunian's hands.
At the same time, He Yunian looked at Fu Zexun from a distance.
"You seem to have always wanted to know what my power is."
He Yunian's fingers were touching each other, but his palms were not touching. The height of his fingertips was parallel to the height of his chest. An indigo power ball about the size of a ping-pong ball gradually formed between his palms that were not touching.
The soul power that always seemed so great when used by other spiritualists did not even have a trace of indigo light at this moment. The power was really just like a ping-pong ball dyed in indigo.
The invisible gale kept howling between the people and the spirits. Fu Zexun's face finally changed drastically. He couldn't help but yell, "What are you going to do?!"
The old voice belonging to He Yunian was not loud, but it was accurately transmitted to everyone's ears.
"Realm·Thunderstorm——"
The indigo power that had originally condensed into a ball instantly turned into the center of the thunderstorm, and instantly expanded outward to form a thunderstorm area with a diameter of one kilometer, accurately encompassing all the strange spirits.
Under this wild and noisy force, countless spirits were annihilated visibly.
The despair and wails of inhuman creatures were everywhere, but in the end all that could be remembered by the ears was the sound of thunder and lightning.
It is true that the alien will only die when its core is destroyed, but if the power is so great that it can destroy everything of the alien, then there will be no problem in destroying the so-called core afterwards.
It's just that under normal circumstances, no one would do this.
But it was obvious that the scene of more than 600 strange spirits appearing together could not be called "normal".
He Jingtong looked at the indigo power that filled the entire multi-angle screen at that moment, and said calmly: "Perhaps starting from tomorrow, S-level wizards will appear in this world again."
In the picture, a semicircular green defensive barrier appeared around Fu Zexun, who should have been hit the hardest.
The sound that came from somewhere echoed in this single dormitory.
"Boundary·Protection——"!
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