The most terrifying thing is not death, but life is worse than death. Qiu Xianji dared not imagine what it would be like to be miserable to the thirty-seven dead souls, and he dared not imagine how people would evaluate him after he was humiliated to death.

He regards these as more important than life. After all, if his soul is still there, he can be reincarnated as a human being. This is Qiu Xianji's only hope.

But this only hope was soon ruthlessly dispelled by Wang Xiaoqiang. Wang Xiaoqiang said playfully, "Qiu Xianji, I can tell you clearly that if you do not hand over the art of merging thoughts, I will not only make you suffer the pain that is worse than death, but also make you unable to live after death, and be as silent as your son, and will not enter the cycle of reincarnation."

When Qiu Xianji heard this, his body shook instinctively, and finally let go, "Okay, I'll hand it over, I'll hand it over."

"Those who know the current affairs are heroes, hand it over quickly."

Qiu Xianji said, "The art of merging thoughts has been passed down from generation to generation in my Qiu family, only from inside to outside, but from outside, and from the heart to mouth. Now I will read you..."

Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang nodding, Qiu Xianji began to recite the mental formula of the merging chanting technique. Wang Xiaoqiang secretly remembered that the merging chanting technique was not solid, dry and dry. Qiu Xianji only recited it once, and Wang Xiaoqiang remembered it in his heart. With his thoughts, thirty dead souls rushed towards Qiu Xianji.

Qiu Xianji thought Wang Xiaoqiang changed his mind and shouted in fear, "Boy, if you go back on your word, you won't die a good death..."

"Dog Bazai, what you told me is a fake martial arts, you lied to me..." Before Wang Xiaoqiang finished speaking, Qiu Xianji had already called Qu, "The conscience of heaven and earth is really the fusion of thoughts. If you don't believe it, you can practice and experiment on the spot."

Wang Xiaoqiang knew that the technique was true when he heard this, but he said, "Okay, if it is a fake technique, you will not only be beaten but also die miserably..."

As he said that, the thirty dead souls followed his heart and rushed to Qiu Xianji and surrounded him, making Qiu Xianji unable to escape.

Only then did Wang Xiaoqiang take back his divine thoughts, and then with a thought, the remaining seven dead soul puppets drifted to his side, protecting him tightly. The patterned beast and Zhang Xiaopang also protected him tightly by his side.

Those more than a hundred powerful men will find this place at any time. Besides, the place is dangerous. He must be safe enough to practice the exercises here.

Seeing that the safety measures were all ready, Wang Xiaoqiang began to merge his seven divine thoughts according to the merging technique and mental method given by Qiu Xianji.

This fusion technique is not profound. After only three attempts, Wang Xiaoqiang merged the two divine thoughts together. Seeing this, he was secretly happy and continued to merge. Soon, three divine thoughts, four divine thoughts, five divine thoughts... After the five divine thoughts were merged together,

Although midnight had passed, he did not stop, and continued to work hard, and then merged the sixth and seventh paths.

Finally, as the miasma in the Siyin Mountains gradually subsided, he completely integrated the seven divine thoughts. The fusion of thoughts does not mean that the seven divine thoughts cannot be separated after being fused.

The art of fusion can be integrated and divided, flexible and flexible,

You can combine the two divine thoughts together to attack and kill, you can combine the three divine thoughts together to attack and kill... You can combine the seven divine thoughts together to attack and kill,

You can make changes at any time when dealing with enemies of different strengths.

For example, if you encounter a strong man from the Seven Sculptures of the Immortal, he only needs to merge two divine thoughts to kill the other party.

When he meets the God of Mind, he must combine the three or even more divine thoughts to deal with it.

As soon as I finished practicing the fusion of thought, I heard the sound of breaking through the air in the distance. More than a hundred disciples of Yuntian Sect had been found.

At this time, the miasma of the corpse-yin mountain range gradually disappeared, and the ghost and dead souls had disappeared. It was impossible to drive the tiger and swallow the wolf.

However, at this time, Wang Xiaoqiang did not need this method at all. It was not difficult to kill these powerful people in the immortal shaping realm.

Qiu Xianji heard the sound of breaking through the air, and his spiritual sense let go and saw that it was the disciple of Yuntian Sect who came, showing excitement on his face, just like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, and his intention to survive suddenly rose. However, he was so scheming and did not make any words to anger Wang Xiaoqiang. He just glanced at Wang Xiaoqiang with a cold and cunning gaze, thinking, boy, as long as I escape this disaster, I will definitely kill you in the future.

However, just as he swept his eyes at Wang Xiaoqiang, Wang Xiaoqiang's eyes also swept him. The two of them were docking in the air. Qiu Xianji's expression changed drastically. Wang Xiaoqiang smiled playfully.

With Wang Xiaoqiang's mind and experience, he couldn't see through Qiu Xianji's thoughts, and now he sneered, "Qiu Xianji, I still want to escape, right? I still want to kill me later, right? Unfortunately, you have no chance. I want to let you die under the merging technique of your family's ancestors."

As he said that, Wang Xiaoqiang released his divine thoughts, and the two divine thoughts rushed out and fused together to form a more powerful divine thought that shot towards Qiu Xianji's head.

Qiu Xianji's desire to survive was strong, and instinctively released seven divine thoughts and merged them together to resist.

Both of them were the art of fusion, and in the end, his seven divine thoughts blocked Wang Xiaoqiang's two divine thoughts, but they also barely blocked them.

Wang Xiaoqiang snorted coldly, and released two divine thoughts without hesitation, fused together, and shot towards Qiu Xianji's head. With a slight slight, Qiu Xianji's eyebrows were pierced, bringing out a bunch of blood flowers. Qiu Xianji's eyes suddenly widened, with shock, unwillingness and despair,

"Your fusion of thoughts, when you meet my fusion of thoughts, your power will no longer be due to my psychic thoughts, because my divine thoughts are not comparable to yours." Wang Xiaoqiang gave the answer when Qiu Xianji was dying. "My divine thoughts contain aura of sorrow,"

After saying that, with a bang, Wang Xiaoqiang's two sad auras of divine thoughts exploded in Qiu Jixian's head, blowing his head into a blood mist. His soul and spirit were pulled into Wang Xiaoqiang's palms by Wang Xiaoqiang's divine thoughts.

This scene was extremely tragic. It happened to be seen by more than 100 disciples of Yuntian Sect who came. Seeing Qiu Xianji being hit by the head and killed until he died, he couldn't help but feel scared. His eyes turned to Wang Xiaoqiang involuntarily, all of which had their pupils contracted. He thought that this boy was like a bad star. Not only was his strength abnormal, but his methods were so cruel.

Just when they were scared, Wang Xiaoqiang raised his eyes and looked at them. His eyes were as cold as a knife, and his murderous intention was overwhelming, but a relaxed and playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!