PS: I¡¯m grateful to Brother Poison Cola for the reward, but you really teased me with the reminder of 9,000 words. Xiaoyang could still write it before the surgery, but now, even if he wanted to write it all, his family would not agree. After sitting there for a long time, I was sweating. I opened my eyes slightly. Half of the energy and blood in my body had recovered, and the injury was about 80% better. Luo Bei has nothing to say about Ghost Hands. This martial art is indeed a bit unbelievable. Although it has no offensive power at all, it can increase a warrior's combat effectiveness by at least 60%. He looked towards Motianluo not far away. This disciple of Qisha Peak and the spy of the Monster Beast Tribe was also seriously injured. However, after all, the Monster Beast Tribe is stronger than humans, so this young man did not die. It's dangerous, but it's just that you can't move if you're seriously injured. Except for this guy and Luo Bei, there are no living warriors in this small world. Sitting there cross-legged, Luo Bei began to think about what to do next. After all, all the warriors who came in this time were dead. No matter what he had planned before, he still needed to make the details more perfect. First of all, the spies of the Monster Clan in Qisha Peak cannot die. If this guy dies, Luo Bei will be full of words and may not be able to explain clearly. Slowly walking over, Luo Bei reached out and put his hand on Motianluo's wrist. Fortunately, the physique of the Monster Clan is extraordinary, and the energy and blood in this guy's body is quite strong. He reached out and patted Motianluo gently. Only when the latter looked over did Luo Bei reveal a smile. "You are dead." Unexpectedly, Motianluo also smiled when he looked at Luo Bei. He smiled very comfortably, as if he really saw Luo Bei's death. "Do you want to slander me? Anyway, your mouth is yours, so you can say whatever you want." Luo Bei laughed, and with just one glance he could see what Mo Tianluo was thinking, slander, this is indeed a clever move, just like Murong Like Jiu Xu and others, the big guys outside would rather believe in this Qisha Peak disciple than Luo Bei. But, this is not a big problem. A moment ago, Luo Bei might have needed to go through a lot of trouble to completely break Mo Tianluo's mind, and then instill what he needed Mo Tianluo to say, but now there was no need for such trouble. Looking directly at Motianluo, a blade-like light suddenly appeared in Luo Bei's eyes, and the light went straight into Motianluo's eyes, as if some kind of indescribable bridge had been established between the two. "Soul-seeking, you actually want to give me a soul-seeking, haha, don't you know that people of the same level cannot grow souls." Mo Tianluo was slightly startled, and then laughed wantonly. The art of soul-seeking is originally a enslavement in this world. It's a technique that others use, but this type of technique requires a lot, and requires an overwhelming strength advantage to be successful. Therefore, when Mo Tianluo first felt that something was changing his thinking, the first thing he thought of was the soul-growing technique. Although he was easily defeated by Luo Bei, Motian Luo did not think that Luo Bei could give him a soul, so he laughed wildly and mocked Luo Bei for being so overestimated. However, before the laughter spread, suddenly, a look of surprise appeared on Ferris's face. The look of surprise expanded rapidly, and after a while, it occupied Ferris' entire face. "No, it's impossible, how is it possible? You are obviously at the same level as me." Mo Tianluo screamed, his cheeks twisted, as if he had encountered something extremely scary. However, this trace of panic only lasted for a while. As the light in Luo Bei's eyes grew brighter, the expression on Mo Tianluo's face began to disappear, and eventually became dull. The light in Luo Bei's eyes finally came to an end, and when the last trace of light disappeared in Motian Luo's eyes, Luo Bei turned over and fell. The feeling of extreme fatigue came over, Luo Bei took a long breath, but couldn't help but reveal a wry smile, and had to start accumulating the mental aftermath again. In itself, it is indeed impossible for Luobei to plant souls in the Ferris wheel. In fact, Luobei has indeed never planted souls. What was just the ability of the second level of the system is to lose and return the collected spiritual aftermath. This is the first step to resurrect those existences in the space, and it is also a step to become independent. Through this method, Luo Bei can simply control a person. Of course, it is just simple control and cannot achieve the purpose of planting a soul. However, this is enough. After his breath calmed down, Luo Bei stood up slowly. He stretched out his hand and pulled up the Ferris wheel on the ground. At this time, the young man was still seriously injured, and there was still a look of defiance in his eyes, but there was a slight trace of anger deep in his eyes. A strange red flashed. There is still todayAt this time, there are still some things that can be searched in this small world. Although this was originally a sealed place and not a treasure house left by ancient powerful people, many powerful people died on the battlefield when the seal was sealed. The last treasure. After placing the Ferris wheel, Luo Bei began to search this small world. He had already seen the entire small world when he had the surveillance camera. Now it did not take much effort to search again. He was in many places with strong vitality. Known. Time passed slowly in the process of searching for treasures in Luobei. In the canyon, many big guys are still gathered around, and everyone's expression is extremely concerned. In the past few days, the portal of the small world has gradually become unstable. These big guys are all human beings, and they don't know that this is the small world that is about to close. A sign, that is to say, those young people who entered the small world are about to come out. From time to time, Zhuang Hai's eyes met with those of several other sect leaders in Wangjing City. The five of them planned this event, but they took great risks. It can be said that one step leads to heaven and one step to hell. At this time, seeing that the answer was about to be revealed, the five of them were extremely nervous. Finally, with a faint flicker of light, the door began to become illusory again, and a figure slowly appeared in the illusory door, and then walked out in front of thousands of people. When the figure approached, everyone saw that it was not one figure, but two figures, one of which was carried by the other. Zhuang Hai stared at the door with eyes like lightning. Suddenly he seemed to feel something. His whole body suddenly trembled. His body began to tremble, but he still looked at the figure that gradually became clearer in disbelief. Carrying the Ferris wheel, Luo Bei finally walked out of the light door. In an instant, five flashes of lightning flashed in the canyon. "Tiannuo?" "Put down Tianluo." "There are others." Several voices sounded at the same time, but they were from the five sects and aristocratic families. They all knew the whole story of this small world. So when he saw Luo Bei walking out, he immediately rushed over. "They are all dead. They were all killed by spies of this monster tribe. There is no one alive except me." Luo Bei said calmly. Suddenly, the energy in the canyon rose into the sky. There were dozens of different people here. The forces, no matter how strong or weak they are, all send out the most proud disciples of the sect. Even if one of them dies, it is enough to cause restlessness. If all of them die, almost all the big guys in the entire valley will go berserk.