Refining the Mountains and Rivers

The friars absorb the spirit of heaven and earth and refine it as their own magic force, and urge the magic force to break out the mass destruction, which is called magic. Stepping into the spirit realm to open the soul space, the soul becomes clear from untouchable, strengthening the soul to enhance the strength, releasing the power with the strength of the soul, which is called the supernatural power.

There is no clear division between magic and supernatural power for the lower monks, but the difference is the difference. It exists all the time but you have no qualification to know it.

These are not nonsense, of course, because there are different kinds of magic and supernatural powers, but in some very special cases, they are fused together.

The explanation is clear: it can use mana to activate. It's a spell. It can also burst out of the soul. It's a supernatural power.

Any kind of magic is also the existence of supernatural power. There is a new name in the land of gods and demons, Taoism. Tao is the rule. There is the power of rules between the Tao and Dharma, which can be exerted by different forces because the rules are omnipresent.

Even in the places where the powerful are like clouds, and where there are countless magic and magic powers, Taoism is a rare existence, which can only be mastered if it has a solid foundation and a long tradition of large forces.

Qin Huan had no connection with these things, but he was lucky sometimes. When the blood dragon looked at the life and death line, he found that he still had resistance.

Point Cang first, Cang mang refers to.

When the finger fell, Qin Huan's eyes were dim, and his soul was almost torn apart by the terror.

But he gritted his teeth and kept his consciousness clear, because he would surely die in a coma.

However, the breathing time seemed endless for Qin Huan. The terror extraction finally stopped. A crystal clear finger collided with the blood light.

There was no fluctuation. The transparent finger and blood light began to collapse at the same time. It seemed to be the result of the same death with the enemy. But on the surface of Qin Huan's soul, there were countless cracks in an instant.

Each one is very subtle, like the porcelain that failed to be fired. It seems that if you touch it a little, it will smash to the ground.

Because the power of blood light is beyond the endurance limit of the vast fingers, the good thing is that there are not too many. Otherwise, even if the blood light is broken, Qin Huan's soul will collapse.

The blood dragon stared at the cracked soul. His cold eyes flashed a trace of surprise. For the first time, the blood dragon really showed the mood fluctuation, and then it was calm.

How about blocking the blood light? It still has the power to annihilate the soul easily.

The blood dragon didn't want to delay any more. It swam its tail to the soul, ready to tear it up a little bit with its mouth.

Without any omen, the blood dragon suddenly stopped, eyes, breaking out of endless cold.

Then, there were countless cracks on its body surface, which was very similar to the state of Qin Huan's soul.

The violent and incomparable breath, coming from these cracks, is absolutely fierce and furious.

It seems that all this is unexpected!

But these destructive breath did not break out, because a big shadow of the sun appeared, and a light light fell down, like a pair of invisible big hands, holding the blood dragon tightly and suppressing all the forces in its body.

The blood dragon's body trembled violently, and the shadow of rules appeared in the deep of his eyes. But these regular forces were cut off by the breath of nothingness before they broke out.

The shadow of the sun and the blood dragon disappear together in the breath of nothingness.

Poof -

a mouthful of blood gushed out, Qin Huan fell on his back and gasped for breath, but he could not relieve the pain like a split in his head at all. It's like using a dull knife full of rust, which is cutting bit by bit, and it's not a dull knife, but a lot of flesh and blood, because of pain, unconsciously twitching.

The pain was beyond imagination, but Qin Huan was full of ecstasy at this time, because only living can feel the pain, and the dead didn't feel it.

If it wasn't for Xiaolan light, Qin Huan would still die, but he had a clear intuition. If he couldn't resist the last blow of Xuelong, Xiaolan light would not appear.

This is not a test, but a cold and realistic choice. Only when the blood dragon weakens to a certain extent, can the little blue lantern hunt it.

Otherwise, it would rather let Qin Huan die than put itself on the edge of destruction.

Qin Huan smiled bitterly at the corners of his mouth, but he didn't complain. If he really would die, he hoped that the little blue light could be preserved. At some time in the future, get by another guy who doesn't know whether he is lucky or unlucky, and go against the sky again. It's better to help him get revenge.

Well, I really want to do more, so I broke the door violently and interrupted Qin Huan's thoughts directly.

At the first sight, the ancestor of Nanyue saw Qin Huan's appearance at this time. His eyes suddenly brightened and he went back to heaven from the prison.

Alive, he's alive!

And at this time, the ground is rolling down a pill of creation, but the breath makes the ancestors understand that it has been refined.

The altar of the underground palace is more shriveled, like a body that has been dried for many years. It is full of dead air. The surrounding nine oil lamps, in addition to one extinguished, six flames trembled, sketching out a fuzzy face, roaring as if to break away.

The remaining two began to fluctuate slightly, as if they were testing.There was a grim smile on the face of the old ancestor, "when the old ancestor could refine you, he would not give you a chance to escape!" He raised his hand and dropped it slowly. One drop of blood appeared on each finger. Eight drops of blood were integrated into an oil lamp. The flame was suddenly bright. It seemed that he could hear a sound, a roar of pain from the burning.

All the faces outlined by the flame disappeared, and the flame recovered, but the ancestor knew that this was only a temporary suppression. If he could not recover, he would be backfired at any time.

The exposed body parts of the ancestor have been completely dried up, like dead branches, and countless fine lines have been cracked on the surface of the tortoise, which seems to be subtle but seems to have penetrated directly into the flesh and blood, even the soul!

Outside the danfang, the five ancestors were expressionless and cold in their quiet eyes. They did not move and stared at the door.

The old ancestor helped Qin Huan out, holding a pill of nature in his hand. Although the breath was weak, it could be as dazzling as the sun in the separation induction.

In the eyes of the five elders, at the same time, they show their struggle and step forward, but they can only do this.

Blood chains emerge from flesh and blood, and they are imprisoned in place without any further action.

There was a sneer on the corner of the mouth, but the voice was very gentle. "Ning Qin, we open sacrifice."

There is no room for opposition.

Qin Huan's eyes swept through the scene, forced to bear the pain of soul splitting, and nodded slowly. It's just this simple action that makes him sweat like rain and pale.

The old ancestor stopped three feet away from the stone tablet of Zaohua and handed him the pill of Zaohua. When he released his hand, there was a dark golden light. He wrapped the crumbling Qin Huan and pulled him closer.

Qin Yu takes a deep breath and tries his best to raise his hand. The pill is swept away by the dark gold light and disappears in the stone tablet. After that, he could no longer resist the pain of his soul. Before his consciousness disappeared, his last thought was that this stone tablet today is finally named Qin.

The old ancestor closed his eyes slightly, felt the long lost vitality of his body, and his body trembled with an expression of incomparable intoxication.

That's it, the power to live on with fresh life. Even though he has lived for 100000 years, he is still full of nostalgia for the world.

Now, finally, we have another hundred years of life.

A hundred years into a hundred thousand years, but a snap of fingers, but the original life has come to the end of the ancestors, but it is very precious.

With these hundred years, he can polish carefully, make the best of all preparations, and then break the shackles that imprison him.

Robbing immortals The ancestor felt that he had never been so close to it.

He opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on Qin Huan, who was in a coma. He was a little relieved. As expected, he did not see the wrong person.

Saving him is the right decision.

Anyway, today is the last day. This young generation has great human feelings. Let's give him a chance.

What's more, everything you send now will be paid back double in the future.

The old ancestor smiled at the corners of his mouth, his mind moved and the stone tablet vibrated. There were five silent people outside the danfang who were separated, showing the color of pain at the same time.

A line of virtual shadows appeared on their faces, twisted and wailing, and pure soul power was extracted.

Then, with the dark golden light as the medium, Qin Huan was absorbed by his cracked soul.

These soul forces are the property of the spirits who are unwilling to die. They are on the verge of dying out of oil. There is no way to erase them before, so they can only be suppressed by force.

Today, since these spirits have jumped out, they will take this opportunity to kill them once and for all.

Qin Huan's soul feast was formed by the shrill howling of the spirits. They devoured and absorbed greedily, and the cracks on the soul surface quickly narrowed and closed. Soon, Qin Huan's soul was restored.

Xiaoling's face rose red, and finally she stopped suppressing the impulse. She stretched out her arms, and her soul power rushed to her.

Before their lives, each of them was extremely powerful, and the fragments of the soul that have not been dispersed to this day are extremely pure because of the obsession. They produce far more soul power than they think. Even if Qin Huan soul and Xiao Ling go all out, they can't fully absorb them.

But the soul power is unable to remain, once they can not absorb, it will spill out in a very short time and disappear between heaven and earth. Xiao Ling's face was red, but she had already lost her life and could not absorb any more soul power. She saw that they were about to run away, and her lips were almost broken.

So many pure soul power, if you cultivate yourself, it will take at least decades or even longer!

At this time, no one found that a line on the stone tablet suddenly brightened, and there was a wonderful change in the soul space of Qin Huan.

The influx of soul force, like being pulled together, a bead of virtual shadow appears and quickly becomes solid. It is only the size of a fist, but it looks like a bottomless abyss. The surging soul power is integrated into it without any reaction.

Xiaoling stares, "soul bead..." There was a little vibration. She was Qin Huan's companion soul and could feel what he had done. A glimmer of enlightenment flashed through his eyes, and he couldn't help sighing that the master's luck was so good!Xiaoling closes her eyes and falls asleep.

This time, not only did Qin Huan recover her soul, but she also got great benefits from it. Some long-standing memories sealed in the soul began to emerge slowly.