Chapter 422 Harvest

"Young man, isn't that a bit too much..." Old Monk Wu Jing couldn't help but say.

The six-armed Buddha behind him also looked like a furious Vajra, staring at Wang Yu who had already eaten enough.

Wang Yu squinted at him. He was indeed a little overwhelmed by swallowing so many cosmic forces at once.

Most of his mind was sorting out and controlling these extra cosmic forces.

Although this wave of operations seemed a bit excessive, it was impossible to make him spit out what had entered his mouth.

It was agreed that everyone would rely on their own abilities, and he relied on his own abilities.

"Why, the ownerless treasures of heaven and earth, don't they belong to whoever grabs them?" Wang Yu asked back.

The purple thunder around him was not as easy to control as before because his mind was too much, and it seemed more frantic.

What Wang Yu said was indeed the truth, but ordinary people really couldn't do the feat of swallowing nearly a hundred cosmic forces at once.

Even if they had this ability, their bodies generally couldn't bear it.

Such greed is tantamount to courting death.

It is possible that the body will be broken by such a huge cosmic force.

Even if the body can barely bear it, it cannot absorb and digest it all at once, and in the end it will still have to disperse part of the cosmic force, which is really a waste of life.

Several strong men felt a little regretful when they saw that Wang Yu's body had not been blown up.

But they did not intend to end it like this.

They had waited here for so long, how could they give up with only such a small benefit.

The cosmic flower on the top of the mountain had withered after the cosmic force was dispersed.

It is unknown when it will grow again.

"This kid doesn't know what is good for him, and now he is probably unable to move.

Why don't we join forces to break his body, and the cosmic force that has not been absorbed and refined will naturally come out.

Let this kid pay the price for his reckless behavior!" One of the second-level star spirit strongmen suddenly sent a message to several people.

Let him go alone, he is somewhat afraid of the terrifying thunder released by Wang Yu before.

If several people attack together, he thinks that no matter how strong the opponent is, he will win.

After all, the other party still has to bear the sequelae of swallowing so much cosmic power at once.

"Okay!" Wu Jing was the first to agree.

Li Qingfeng also agreed immediately, and the other four second-level star spirit masters also thought that this was feasible.

How could that kid resist so many masters of the same realm? !

"Go!" After reaching a consensus, Wu Jing shouted without hesitation.

Everyone went out and attacked Wang Yu.

Boom! !

The thunder lion beast opened its bloody mouth first, and the purple thunder spread across the sky again!

The six arms of the Buddha behind Wu Jing sent out, and the same violent and powerful energy blasted towards the thunder lion beast in the air.

There were several consecutive loud noises in the sky, and the majestic energy exploded. The purple thunder swallowed Wu Jing and the six-armed Buddha behind him in an instant.

In the distance, Zhang Qingwen and others retreated to a relatively safe distance, thinking that they were all right.

However, the surging energy swept over him, forcing him to use defensive magic to resist.

He could vaguely hear a roar from afar, which sounded like a wail, and gradually became distorted in the surging energy.

After a few breaths, the energy impact just receded like a wave.

In the field, Li Qingfeng was also forced back several kilometers by the purple thunder, and the remaining dozens of spirit swords shuttled around him.

He immediately looked at the original position of the Wujing monk.

The power of the thunder dissipated a little, but the six-armed Buddha statue that was tens of meters high had disappeared.

The Wujing monk struggled to support himself in the air, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth.

He kept making Buddhist seals to try to fight back, but in the end he was hit by the purple thunder again, and it was divided into five thunder shackles, trapping the limbs and neck of the Wujing monk.

In this way, the Wujing monk who first advocated killing Wang Yu was captured alive by the other party.

The old monk Wu Jing was covered in thunder and lightning, which made him look painful.

With his rock-like state of mind, he could feel such intense pain, not just physical injuries.

Even his soul was attacked by Wang Yu's soul man.

Now the body and soul of the old monk Wu Jing were both severely injured, and basically no longer posed a threat to Wang Yu.

The thunder shackles contracted and directly dragged the old monk Wu Jing back to Wang Yu's side.

"This little brother, I am a poor monk." As soon as he opened his mouth, Wang Yu had already inserted his hand into his abdomen.

When he took it out again, there was a small and round bead in the palm of his hand.

From time to time, different colors appeared in the pure white, and a large amount of high-level energy was constantly dissipating from it and blending into the surrounding environment.

This is the spirit seed of the old monk Wu Jing, which is his nearly five thousand years of cultivation!

The old monk Wu Jing has no sect or school, he is just a casual cultivator. It is not easy for him to finally cultivate to such a level of strength.

With turbid and bloody eyes, he stared at the spiritual seed in Wang Yu's palm, and the heart of the old monk Wu Jing had sunk to the bottom.

He regretted coming here to fight for the cosmic flower, and even more regretted being the first to kill Wang Yu.

Now, he paid with everything.

"No" the old monk Wu Jing opened his mouth and spoke dryly, even ignoring the pain and weakness of his whole body.

He begged Wang Yu not to destroy his spiritual seed.

Wang Yu shook his head in his heart, but it was a pity that he could not devour other people's spiritual seeds.

Although there were a lot of high-level energies stored in it, they were all refined by the old monk Wu Jing, which was equivalent to the personal mark of the old monk Wu Jing.

Except for the old monk Wu Jing himself, the rest of the people who come into contact with the high-level energy in it will only be hurt. It is impossible to refine it, and no one has ever done it.

Only the ownerless cosmic power in the cosmic flower is the pure high-level energy that can be refined and mastered by people.

If not, Wang Yu would have tried to seize the spirit seeds of his enemies and absorbed them long ago.

He never showed mercy to his enemies.

Wang Yu's eyes fell on the face of the old monk Wu Jing, which was full of despair and begging.

The old face, which was already withered, now looked like a skull that had been drained of blood, extremely ugly.

After thinking about it, Wang Yu did not kill him for the time being. The purple energy wrapped the spirit seed in his hand and pushed it back into the body of the old monk Wu Jing.

Then he continued to look at the other second-level star spirit masters.

The three star seals on the neck collar were still shining.

That's right, when the purple star thunder broke out before, he directly activated the three star seals.

Therefore, the sudden surge in the power of the star thunder almost killed the confused old monk Wu Jing in an instant.

Although he was indeed stretched by the nearly 100 cosmic forces he absorbed that time, and more than half of his soul power was used to control and restrain this huge energy that had not yet been refined.

But he was not yet at the point where he could not move as those star spirit masters thought.

Whether it was the strength of his soul or his physical body, it was far beyond the imagination of those people.

Even at this level of strength, everything about him could not be measured by common sense.

Otherwise, the only ones who would suffer would be the enemies who opposed him.

At this time, those star spirit masters also showed a solemn look on their faces.

The old monk Wu Jing was firmly trapped by the thunder shackles, and they all saw his dying appearance.

The boy who originally looked like a fool suddenly became terrifying in their eyes.

Suddenly, one of the star spirit masters may have smelled the breath of danger, turned around and left without hesitation, and disappeared in an instant.

"You!" Li Qingfeng looked ugly.

In this situation, one person ran away, which made the rest of the people who were already unsure about Wang Yu's situation waver.

Then another person disappeared without a word. The alliance agreement just now was as fragile as a fart, and no one took it seriously.

The main reason was that the scene when Wang Yu directly took out the spirit seed of the old monk Wu Jing was too brutal, and it also awakened several star spirit masters.

Inwardly weighing, is it really worth it to gamble your life and thousands of years of cultivation to fight with Wang Yu for these cosmic forces?

Obviously not.

Wang Yu is not really unable to move. With such a strong strength, who can guarantee that he will not become the next old monk Wu Jing.

It may even end more miserably than the current old monk Wu Jing.

Thinking of this, everything has an answer.

The remaining few star spirit masters also scattered like birds and beasts, including Li Qingfeng.

Previously, he forced a group of practitioners to retreat, and even offended those disciples who had the power of the sect to rely on.

In the end, Wang Yu was successful, and he only got a little leftovers.

Wang Yu did not plan to pursue him anymore.

In his situation, if he continued to fight, the nearly 100 cosmic forces would indeed be out of control.

The three star seals on his neck faded, and Wang Yu took a last look at the withered cosmic flowers on the top of the mountain.

After confirming that there was nothing else to gain, he also left with the old monk Wu Jing.

One day later, in a mountain forest without human traces, Wang Yu found a natural cave, drove away a nest of star-level beasts and pythons inside, and directly occupied the magpie's nest.

"Spare my life."

In the cave, the old monk Wu Jing was still begging. Without the connection and energy supply of the spirit seed, his voice was a little weaker than before.

There was no appearance of a high monk.

This place was quite safe, and Wang Yu was not in a hurry to do anything. After setting up a few rune arrays as a warning, he took out the spirit seed from his body and played with it in his hand.

This made the old monk Wu Jing tremble with fear again, fearing that Wang Yu would accidentally crush his spirit seed.

The spirit seed without the protection of the flesh is fragile, and Wang Yu only needs to exert a little force to destroy it.

"Want to keep your cultivation and your life?" Wang Yu looked at him and said lightly.

The old monk Wu Jing nodded without hesitation. In order to survive, he seemed to have no bottom line and dignity.

"Okay, just make a contract with me and work for me, and you can live." Wang Yu said his original intention.

This is also the reason why he has not killed the other party for a long time.

After all, the old monk Wu Jing is a second-stage star spirit strongman. He has been in this immortal emperor realm for thousands of years and climbed up step by step. His strength is not weak, but he met Wang Yu this time.

The old monk Wu Jing instantly understood Wang Yu's intention and his face froze.

Although he didn't know what Wang Yu's method was, the effectiveness mode of the contract was basically no different from that of a slave.

From then on, life and death were manipulated by others at will, and no longer by himself.

He had seen similar contract methods, and the fate of such slaves was often very miserable.

"Why, you don't want to? Then forget it." Wang Yu said indifferently, pinching the spirit seed between his fingers, and preparing to exert force.

"Wait, wait, I, I am willing." The old monk Wu Jing finally lost his temper and stopped.

Although he was already very old, he still wanted to live and didn't want to die in this dark and unknown cave.

Hearing this, Wang Yu loosened his fingers, floated the old monk's spirit seed aside, pinched the seal in his hand, and performed his improved soul-serving seal technique.

After Wu Jing compromised, he gave up the resistance.

In fact, with Wu Jing's equally outstanding soul strength, if Wang Yu resisted stubbornly, it would be quite difficult for him to successfully plant the Soul Seal in his soul.

If he had not developed the fourth star seal before, which greatly improved his soul strength, the difficulty of subduing him would be even greater, and there would even be the risk of being attacked by the opponent in the process.

After all, the opponent is a second-stage star spirit.

After a while, the Soul Seal successfully penetrated into Wu Jing's soul and bound it tightly.

After doing this, Wang Yu also removed the thunder shackles on the opponent, and the spirit seed was returned to its original owner.

Regardless of his injuries, Wu Jing knelt down and kowtowed to Wang Yu, accepting his master-servant status.

"Recover outside the cave, and don't let anyone and beasts get close to here." Wang Yu quickly issued the first order.

"Yes." Wu Jing agreed and went to sit outside the cave dejectedly.

Watching the other party leave, Wang Yu was quite satisfied.

This old monk was quite sensible and quickly found his position.

The quality of the newly recruited servants this time was quite good.

They were stronger than any servants before, although they were a little too old, but this had both advantages and disadvantages.

The disadvantage was that the peak of the flesh and blood body was no longer there, but the advantage was that he had thousands of years of life experience. Even if more than half of it was spent on cultivation, the accumulation of the remaining time would inevitably make this old monk know a lot and have a wide range of knowledge.

For now, he was considered a talent and could bring a lot of help to Wang Yu.

He closed his eyes slightly and felt that no matter how far apart they were, the connection between the eight soul seals and him was always there, and would not fail due to distance.

The eight soul seals outside meant that the number of servants that Wang Yu had expanded had reached eight.

The original soul seal technique had an upper limit on the number of soul seals that could be distributed, which was usually determined by the strength of the practitioner's soul.

Generally speaking, the number of soul seals that a second-stage star spirit master could control ranged from about ten to thirty.

Wang Yu integrated and improved other skills through the panel.

His unique soul seal technique, normally at this level of strength, can control more than a hundred soul seals.

His soul strength is far above this level of strength, and theoretically he can control more soul seals.

Of course, he is still far from the upper limit, and the real upper limit needs further verification.

At least for now, although it is impossible to produce servants in large quantities, it is enough.

If it doesn't work, some unnecessary servants can be released in the future.