It doesn't matter who shouted.

What's important is that his body no longer obeys his orders...

Fortunately, Yang Tianming had a strong mind. Although he was possessed by this even stronger ghost and seized the dominance of his body, his last trace of consciousness was still enduring and not being erased.

Therefore, he could still hear the conversation between the general who was possessed by him and the old man.

The old man snorted coldly: "King Chicheng, you don't take me seriously! Since that's the case, it depends on whether your soul is strong or my soul is strong!"

"Yuanyang, don't do anything nonsense!"

"Yang Tianming" shouted loudly.

"hehe!"

The old man sneered, and then rushed towards Yang Tianming's body.

This time, Yang Tianming was not too uncomfortable. After all, he had only a little bit of consciousness. The one who suffered the most hits was the general who was now dominating his body.

Yang Tianming felt that his body could not help but arched back, and then he spewed out a mouthful of blood. Then he felt that the two soul powers in his body were colliding with each other.

His last thought was not afraid to participate in such a collision, and he hurriedly hid as far as he could.

As a result, the next moment, another soul came in.

One, two, three...

His body was now penetrated into so many souls, and he wanted to seize control and become the main consciousness of the body. The souls and souls kept colliding with each other. Yang Tianming could no longer see clearly or hear the dialogue between these souls.

At this time, he was like a patient with high fever having a nightmare.

I could feel the countless ghosts around me, pressing towards him one by one, wrapping him tightly and not airtight, making him unable to breathe, and the weight kept squeezing him, and the whole world collapsed towards him...

Yang Tianming's soul power was already extremely weak, just like a mayfly in the vast universe, wandering and helpless.

Later, he had no idea what he had given birth.

However, he is still sticking to his beliefs and his consciousness.

Although the consciousness is already very small, this consciousness is constantly telling him one thing: I am me, I am Yang Tianming!

His consciousness was like a lonely boat, rising and falling in the turbulent waves, and he would be submerged at any time.

But every time a huge wave is sent, the lonely boat will soon stand at the forefront again.

At this moment, a white light suddenly exploded and continued to expand in front of Yang Tianming's eyes, as if a sun was stuffed into his body!

"ah!"

Yang Tianming suddenly appeared, his consciousness became a little stronger, and he could even hear screams.

Screaming?

How could there be screams?

He can't figure it out...

But soon, as the white light in his body became stronger and stronger, his consciousness also recovered more and more.

He could feel the souls that invaded his body were being "squeezed out" one by one.

When did your soul power become so strong?

Yang Tianming couldn't figure it out, nor did he want to figure it out.

He knew that now was the best time for the Jedi counterattack!

He tried hard to strengthen his mind, make his soul power stronger, and squeeze out more invading souls.

At this time, Yang Tianming's soul power was no longer the only thing left when he was invaded by the generals at the beginning.

His soul strength and the last four soul powers left in his body are almost equally matched and can compete with each other.

"This is impossible!"

"It's screwed up, it's all because of you!"

"Shut up, who can tell me what the hell is going on!"

"Now we must work together, otherwise we will all die!"

Then, the four soul powers put pressure on Yang Tianming together.

At this moment, Yang Tianming's soul power could no longer withstand it.

As a result, the explosion of white light suddenly turned into a small light spot and penetrated into Yang Tianming's soul power.

Yang Tianming was shocked, and he felt that his consciousness was disappearing...

And this time, he didn't even have a chance to resist.

What exactly did you give birth to?

After all, Yang Tianming had no chance to ask this question, so he had completely lost consciousness.

But at this moment, the four strongest souls left in his body were instantly squeezed out.

Yang Tianming suddenly opened his eyes and looked down at the bottom.

Under the platform, the hundred souls squeezed out of their bodies were all in a mess at this moment. Everyone was staring at Yang Tianming on the platform with their terrified eyes.

The old man, the general, the man wearing a black hat, and another tall man, were the four who were squeezed out in the end.

The four of them looked at Yang Tianming on the platform in even more horror.

The old man was shocked and said, "This, how is this possible! How could you be so strong!"

Yang Tianming ignored him, turned around, looked at the throne behind him, showing a look of contempt.

He raised his fingers and a golden light shot out.

With a "bang!", the luxurious and huge throne was instantly destroyed.

He raised his head again, looked around, his hands spread out, and his body slowly floated up.

Then, he slowly turned around and looked down at the people under the platform, with empty eyes.

But the old man and the generals could see clearly.

That's simply disdain and condescending!

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

The general shouted loudly, picked up the big sword in his hand, flew into the air, and headed towards Yang Tianming.

As a result, as soon as he flew up a little, Yang Tianming raised his hand and pointed it. With a "bang", the general was shot down to the ground, looking painful, and he struggled to get up. After trying twice, he didn't get up.

Everyone around them took a breath. They knew the strength of the generals too well, but they were easily defeated by the other party and had no power to fight back.

The old man was even more frightened. The opponent could do it to him with one blow, so he could do it.

"You are not him!" the old man suddenly said, "Who are you?"

Yang Tianming looked around, raised his hands again, and looked at himself: "I? Of course I am me. Haha."

As he said that, Yang Tianming seemed to be thinking.

I didn't know what I thought of, shook my head and stretched out my hand. A broken ancient book appeared in his hands out of thin air.

Yang Tianming, who was floating in the air, seemed to be flipping through ancient books casually. He flipped through a few pages, and shook his head and said to himself: "A hundred ghosts have been wasted..."

This ancient book is a hundred ghosts that have been broken by thunder.

Moreover, it still looks like the Hundred Ghosts Primitives before they were repaired!

Yang Tianming raised the Hundred Ghosts and waved at the people below the stage, "Come in, those who come in will not die."

For a moment, the hundred people below suddenly became restless.

One of them shouted, "Let us enter this magic weapon and be driven by someone. This is an insult to us! We are immortal bodies!"

"Haha, don't you come in? OK."

As he said that, Yang Tianming raised his hand and pointed.

The person who had just spoken exploded with a "bang" and his soul was scattered. "Who else?" Yang Tianming asked lightly.
Chapter completed!