Hong Jiang and others can communicate with each other in consciousness, and even share their vision, relying on Loka's ability, and as the ability owner, Loka naturally knows the content of their communication.

She was still in the virtual circle and could only worry about Hong Jiang. She was shocked when Urahara suddenly called her name. She immediately sorted out her emotions, and after feeling it carefully, she replied, "There are not many people, Mr. Urahara."

"it is as expected."

"What's wrong, Urahara?" Ye Yi asked.

Pu Yuanyuan smiled slightly, "I may have found a breakthrough."

"real?"

"What is it?!"

Yeichi and Hongjiang's voices came one after another, and Urahara didn't give a shit: "We are all too obsessed with the apparent consistency, abilities, Reiatsu, etc. are important, but in fact Lloyd has not completely become you. I, to give an example, is like putting on an incomparably delicate leather doll."

"You still have fundamental differences. For example, the will can also be said to be the soul."

If you say that you are completely transformed into a person, then this person should also have the same mind, will, and soul as you. The so-called perfection should mean that there is no deviation from the reference object.

Obviously, Lloyd is not included in this list. Although he has become Hongjiang, he has no self-consciousness as a **** of death, and still retains his will to be a Quincy.

Of course, it would still feel a little sloppy to judge Urahara based on these alone. Even if it is different, it is really irrelevant to the battle situation. He needs to seek more direct proofs and more essential differences.

And what he wants to prove is proved by Roca's words. If it is just the difference in personal inclination, or the person transformed by Lloyd's ability is extremely close to the body, then he should also be at the moment. Within the scope of the Loka ability.

But this is not the case. Roca's ability is the will and even the ability of the mysterious soul level. Since there is no more Diezuka Hongjiang No. 2, it means that he cannot copy Hongjiang's soul, or in other words, His soul has never changed.

"Actually, our death gods also seem to be wearing a leather jacket. The soul is our essence, the spirit body is the container that carries the soul, and the source of our strength is the soul, not the spirit body. Of course, the Quincy can't escape this. category."

Urahara quickly explained: "And Lloyd's activation of the holy text Y Ru himself is like adding another layer of spiritual body to the original spiritual body, or in other words, a new layer of spiritual body. Of course, his ability is far better than What I describe is more complicated, but that's it for simple understanding."

"So, even if he can do things that his soul can't do with the help of the spirit body he puts on, the source of his power is his soul. Is this the biggest difference between him and me?" Hong Jiang answered.

"That's right." Urahara continued with a smile: "Even if he can create tsunami-like spiritual pressure fluctuations now, if his own spiritual pressure is a puddle, then no matter how great the momentum, the total spiritual pressure will still be the same. A puddle."

"It's like wearing a huge glove, but how much power can you exert at the most, or look at the hand in the glove?" Ye Yi couldn't help but interject, and at the same time a strange picture appeared in her mind , In the picture, Hongjiang's fist is as big as a mountain peak, but before he can hit it, it is blown away by the wind.

Hongjiang ignored her, but pondered: "So, if you want to solve him, it's actually a battle of hard power and essence."

"Yes, it's not the strength of the outburst of spiritual pressure, but the amount of pure spiritual pressure, or this essence can also be your spiritual power. For example, releasing ghosts is very exhausting, unless you are extremely in this regard. Approaching, even if they use the same moves, there will always be one who will fall first."

"This is also the way I can think of winning now." Urahara supported Mo Zi awkwardly, after all, such a simple and rude competition is really not a good idea, "Of course, the premise of your victory is your hard power. Must be stronger than Lloyd."

"This must be no problem." Hong Jiang on the other side gritted his teeth, "But this is about to turn into a pure war of attrition..."

"It's the fighting style I hate the most!"

What is the competition of hard power? It is like opening the taps of two water sources and then doing nothing. In the end, the one with insufficient water sources must be exhausted first.

In this battle, this water source can be the amount of spiritual pressure, the physical strength of the battle, or the concentration of mental energy, etc.

But no matter what it is, it is destined to be a battle of consumption and competition. It cannot be speculative or tricky, and it is extremely boring while consuming time and energy.

This is not in line with Hongjiang's idea of ​​doing the greatest thing with the least effort, and it doesn't have the pleasure of finding the enemy's weakness and then breaking it.

But since there is a point where he can break through, it is a good thing. He casts his eyes to Lloyd who is not far away. As long as he can solve this guy, it doesn't matter to have a boring battle.

Compared to the woman who escaped, the death **** named Butezuka Hongjiang should be more interesting, right? It was the guy who was besieging by Kiruji and the others, and it was Hiroe Totsuka who killed Berenik and Bombieta.

In the dimly lit hall, Buzzby stood upright at the lower left of the throne, but from time to time he looked at the closed gate of the palace.

The chaotic Reiatsu fluctuations that came from not far from here attracted the attention of many people here~lightnovelpub.net~ At least Buzzby would like to go there and take a look.

Let's see what kind of person is a **** of death who can be besieged by seven members of the Star Cross Knights.

"Are you all here?" The deep voice that suddenly sounded from the throne instantly dispelled all of Buzzby's thoughts.

"My loyal Star Cross Knights."

On the throne, Youhabach bent forward slightly, and those scarlet eyes quickly swept across the faces of everyone below, "Thousands of years ago, some of you followed me through that failure, and some didn't."

"Of course, the word 'failure' was imposed on us by those gods of death. In my eyes, it's just the only way for us to build an ideal country!"

Yohabach's voice echoed in the palace: "Even after a thousand years, the gods of death are still afraid of our existence. They are ignorant but also afraid, afraid of our coming again."

"This time, it's up to us to write history and build a perfect country that belongs to us!"

He slowly stood up from the throne: "Of course, now is not the time for war, and you are gathered just to announce that I will return."

Then he raised his hand, "Let's go, loyal to my Star Cross Knights!"

"To them, to the **** of death who branded us a 'failure'..."

"Declare my return!"