"What do you mean?" Wang Li repeated this sentence subconsciously, and then frowned: "This means that he is now in our hands. If we don't kill him, it would be okay, but he is equivalent to being imprisoned here, but

If we kill him, will it seem like he is liberated and can be reborn in another body somewhere else?"

Peacock Dharma King nodded and said: "That is the ancient method of Yama Palace. It has been lost in the world of cultivation for tens of thousands of years, but I didn't expect to see it in him."

"Who gave you such a secret protection?" Wang Li's eyes flashed. He felt that this secret method was very strange. It sounded like storing memories. According to his knowledge, after the World Destruction War, the old era

The infrastructure that can store memories has collapsed. Could it be that the creator still has the means to store memories?

Song Ai saw Wang Li's eyes flashing violently, but he thought Wang Li was already a little frightened, so he laughed wildly again: "What do you think?"

"Creator?" Wang Li looked at Song Ai tentatively and asked.

Song Ai looked at Wang Li inexplicably, "What the hell?"

"Damn it!"

Wang Li suddenly shook his head depressedly, "I thought I was talking to someone who knew the truth, but it turned out that I was talking to a fool who was in the dark."

He intuitively felt that Song Ai's inexplicable behavior was not an act, and now Song Ai also felt that his depression and disappointment were not an act.
Chapter completed!