Mrs. and Mr. Smith-Chapter 2443 - 2441: The Guide

Suddenly, Ethan Smith’s divine soul became dazed, and two identical blood-red Lunas appeared in his pupils.

It seemed like an eye filled with bloodlust, directly reflected in his gaze from the divine soul.

Even when he closed his eyes and shut off all divine sense insight, he still couldn’t block the appearance of this Blood Moon in front of him.

The Yellow Springs Mark suddenly brightened, followed by a huge thought power bubble bubbling up from the divine soul.

"Courting death!"

Ethan Smith was instantly furious, wasn’t this just too bullying, timing to fleece once?

Such a massive amount of thought power being absorbed like this, soon he would be like a walking corpse.

"Come back to me! Northern Underworld Devil Skill!"

Ethan Smith suddenly stretched out his hand, and a terrifying suction pulled back the bubble about to leave his body.

However, with the moment the divine soul bubble burst, some fine foam turned into water vapor and instantly merged into the air.

This part of the power, however, dispersed forever, unable to be retrieved.

Dare to resist the Ghost Month, as long as we can kill him, we can earn great merits! If we could exchange for the Path of Heaven’s technique, we could break through the ghost soldier realm!

In Ethan Smith’s ear-side, a number of faint ghost race voices suddenly sounded.

Bang!

Ethan Smith’s complexion turned cold, and the Soul-crushing Golden Sword had already been slashed out.

This was the soul cultivation skill he comprehended from the Mystic Realm of Azure Sky Palace, not used for a long time.

With one sword strike, these dozens of people had no way to resist, their divine souls annihilated by the sword.

A few small bubbles of thought power appeared in place, and then slowly disappeared.

And their bodies were directly dulled, turning into a familiar ghost power to Ethan Smith and dissipating into the air.

"Could it be that these ghost race bodies are all condensed with ghost power, otherwise, the flesh couldn’t return to such pure ghost power so quickly."

And as those dozens of people died, Ethan Smith’s Yellow Springs Mark once again lit up with the twilight glow.

This time, the glow was even more intense than before.

Ethan Smith was greatly frightened, fearing this mark would activate again.

Between the last activation, even when striving with all his might, there were still some stray traces of thought power not reabsorbed.

If it activates so frequently, the accumulation of these tiny energies becomes troublesome.

However, on the Yellow Spring’s wooden frame constructed by the threefold Yellow Spring, a number 17 slowly appeared, and the original number was 100, those two numbers combined to just add up to 118.

Afterward, the glow of the Yellow Springs Mark dimmed.

"What the heck is this now?"

For the first time, Ethan Smith felt his brain was insufficient.

"118, can also exchange for some of my thought power!"

A True Saint strength ghost race gently landed behind Ethan Smith, reaching out a hand, a ghost claw phantom emerged, directly extending into Ethan Smith’s Divine Soul Power to seize its origin.

"Tell me, what is thought power!"

Ethan Smith’s Divine Soul Power gripped that ghost claw, his face dark as water.

The ghost race just wanted to struggle, a wisp of the Witch Clan’s Curse Power had already floated towards the ghost race’s divine soul through the ghost hand.

He let out a miserable scream, this is the Witch Clan’s Curse Power, the pain from this curse power is extremely terrifying.

The ghost race frantically clawed at their flesh on the ground, soon tearing their body apart, turning into pervasive ghost energy.

In an instant, his divine soul had already been eroded to riddled with holes by the Witch Clan’s aura.

In less than a few breaths, the divine soul couldn’t withstand the Witch Clan’s curse power and directly collapsed into countless divine soul fragments. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

As the ghost race died, a number once again appeared on the Yellow Spring’s wooden frame on Ethan Smith’s Divine Soul Power.

A number 2 slowly emerged and overlapped the previous 118 to become 120.

"Rather let your soul perish than explain these things?"

But do you think I have no means? Ethan Smith let out a cold snort.

Using the Northern Underworld Devil Skill, the ghost race’s divine soul power was directly absorbed into the divine soul.

Then the Nightmare Heart Sutra completely refined it, restoring all slight memories.

These two cultivation skills complement each other well, the Northern Underworld Devil Skill can absorb divine soul power, the Soul Nightmare Heart Skill can thoroughly refine the divine soul, combining them allows even the slightest memories to be obtained.

After some time, Ethan Smith frowned slightly amidst these memories.

As he suspected, thought power indeed is the most precious power extended from the origin of the soul.

It’s also the basic power constituting the soul, whether Hominini, ghost race, or demon race, the three souls and seven spirits are mainly composed of thought power.

This soul power contains the perception of the Path of Heaven’s talent, destiny energy of the body, and some of the most core memories.

What are the most precious memories, the companionship of parents, the path with a partner, or events deeply tied to a cultivator’s destiny, these are the core memories.

Whereas those fleeting things are stored in the periphery of the divine soul.

At this moment, Ethan Smith was refining that part of the memories from the periphery of the divine soul.

In this Ghost World, as long as under the shroud of the Ghost Month.

Over time, the origin of the soul will separate thought power, and as time goes on.

The amount of thought power separated each time will become more and more until the origin is completely dissipated.

By that time, the living being has lost all memories, their divine souls will drift along with the ghost world’s guiding power.

Either completely dissipate or enter reincarnation to be reborn.

These memories are a bit fragmented, but they gave Ethan Smith a rough understanding.

In other words, once entering the Ghost World, everything is beyond one’s control, and the power of the soul’s origin will be continually stripped over time.

Ethan Smith still had some questions, but couldn’t find answers from these memories.

For example, what is the purpose of this merit number, and how to obtain it.

Ethan Smith vaguely judged that this merit should be based on the number of ghost races killed, which would stack up the count.

He had just killed seventeen people, followed by another one.

Deducting his own original amount of one hundred, adding up to a total of twenty.

Possibly this number varies depending on the strength level of the ghost races killed.

Suddenly, a violent roar came from ahead.

In front of Ethan Smith was a mountain range soaring with ghost energy.

This mountain range stretched endlessly, looking out even unable to see the end.

And it was filled with dense ghost energy, this place was similar to the seventh or eighth layer of Purgatory, or some blessed territories in the Holy Region.

Moreover, Ethan Smith could distinctly sense that the ghost race’s strength here was much stronger than before.

It seemed as the road extended, the strength of the ghost race he encountered grew stronger and stronger.

"Young brother, you must be here for the first time, if you need a guide, I can help, of course, the fee is unavoidable."