In fact, it is still too early to call it a "Yin God".
What floated out of Ling Yun's body at this moment was only his soul, which could only be regarded as his soul thoughts, and not all of them, but only a large part.
So after the soul thought left the body, Ling Yun's body was still able to move, and there was still a smile on his face.
This is of course Ling Yun's intention.
Ling Yun has now reached the initial stage of heartbeat, if after the soul leaves the body, the body becomes a soulless body, unable to move at all, what is the difference from ordinary people dreaming
The out-of-body soul is invisible and has no quality. In this world, it seems to be light and weightless, not even as good as air.
Because he is a yin thing, a real yin soul, belonging to the underworld, not to the yang world.
After the soul thought left the body, Ling Yun naturally observed his own body first.
Suddenly a weak mountain wind blew past.
Ling Yun's soul thought instantly felt bitingly cold, as if he was standing naked in the ice and snow, and his body was splashed with ice water.
Not only that, even if it is just a faint breeze that ordinary people can hardly feel, to Ling Yun's ghost, it is equivalent to the terrifying wind above the nine heavens. The steel needle piercing through the body is usually unbearably painful.
And it's still night, if it's daytime.
There is no need for the sun to come out, as long as the golden rooster announces the dawn and the sky is slightly bright, the whole yang world will start to become a huge furnace for the ghosts, and the fire will burn more and more vigorously. Nothing, nothing left!
There is great terror in the separation of yin and yang!
For ghosts, the wind in the world is like a bone-scraping steel knife, and the daytime is like a furnace of fire. Sunshine, flames, blood, yang, and filthy things such as mortal urine and so on, are what they fear most.
Of course, this is also because Ling Yun's soul is out of the body for the first time, just like a newborn baby, still too weak, as long as he has cultivated to a sufficient level, he will naturally be able to contend with them and no longer be afraid of them.
It was precisely because of this that Ling Yun spent so much time and effort, in order to protect his weak ghost, he had exhausted his mind.
He ate the Xuanyin Pill first, and then frantically absorbed the Yin Qi from Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum for a whole day, making himself extremely Yin Qi.
Came here again, and chose a dense forest with overcast mountains and rivers, surrounded by huge tombs.
For the time, I chose the third watch time of the day when the cloudiness is the heaviest.
The right time, the right place, and the right people have everything.
Only then did his ghost leave the body for the first time.
Because Ling Yun's divine mind is too strong, his soul mind is naturally extremely strong, but the soul body is helpless, like a newborn baby, very fragile, and it only needs a gust of strong wind to blow it away.
Ling Yun's current soul body can be said to be at most equivalent to the level of a Yin spirit in the Yin-Yang Great Formation, or even slightly inferior.
In an instant, Ling Yun's soul was blown far away by the weak mountain wind, two meters away from his physical body!
"Damn, it's actually windy at this time!"
Ling Yun cursed secretly, feeling annoyed in his heart, he raised his hand and patted lightly in the direction of the wind, blowing the wind away.
It is true that the ghost is weak, but there is still the deity.
"return!"
Ling Yun still sat cross-legged, but he slowly released the vortex of Yin Qi, slowly expanding the range until it was two meters away, until it "reached" his own ghost and enveloped him in it.
The beauty of the One Qi Yin Yang Jue has begun to truly manifest itself.
After the ghost entered the slowly rotating Yin Qi vortex, it was like a newborn baby finding a pacifier. It instinctively began to absorb the pure Yin Qi, began to strengthen itself, and grew slowly.
This kind of pure yin qi is exactly what Yin souls need to nourish them. It devours yin qi and grows extremely fast. Soon, under Ling Yun's deliberate leadership, it can transform into limbs, head and face, and even eyebrows and eyes, etc. Moreover, the strength of Yinhun is also rapidly becoming stronger.
In less than half an hour, the Yin Soul has taken the shape of a human being, which is naturally exactly the same as Ling Yun. It is in the larger and larger vortex of Yin Qi, spinning around Ling Yun's real body at high speed, no longer afraid of the air flow brought by the speed.
At this time, without hesitation, Ling Yun swallowed another Xuanyin pill, not only to maintain the vortex of Yin Qi, but also to make up for the spirit of his own deity.
A Xuanyin Pill quickly strengthened the spirit in Ling Yun's body. Although it could not return to its original state in a short time, it did not affect his activities and work.
Another half an hour later, Ling Yun slowly put away the vortex of Yin Qi, stood up himself, and stared at the ghost that was exactly like him.
Although this ghost is a hundred times stronger than when it just left the body, and it has a full human form, it is still invisible and intangible. It is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to see it. Ling Yun himself needs to use the yin and yang eyes to see clearly.
"Well, in this case, you can already wander around at night and swallow Yin Qi by yourself, but not during the day."
"It still needs to continue to grow and reach the realm of driving things as soon as possible to be considered a small success."
Ling Yun immediately thought of a place. He let his ghost wander around in the 300-meter dense forest, devouring the Yin Qi here.
When the ghost returns to the body, Ling Yun's air is immediately full, and the range of spiritual thoughts expands ten miles in an instant!
The benefits are simply too great!
Tianzutong!
Ling Yun traveled thousands of miles, and after a while, he came to the valley of the big mountain where the spiritual root of Buzhou Mountain was found. He did not hesitate to use Huangquan Earth Emperor Kungfu and went straight down to the ground.
But this time, he didn't come here to find the spirit root, but purely to find those evil spirits wandering underground.
Now, the roots of Mount Buzhou here have been taken away, and the demon god Yuanling of Gonggong has also been refined by blood yuan beads. Although most of the evil spirits in the ground were burned to death by Lingyun, Lingyun was following along with him at that time. If one is looking for a spiritual root with a thread, there must be many fish that escaped the net around the spiritual root.
Sure enough, after Ling Yun came to that underground place, he soon saw an evil spirit, whose fierce aura had already weakened a lot, and he was alone, wandering around.
Maybe it can no longer be called an evil spirit, it can only be regarded as a ghost with a bit of aura, absorbing Yin energy by instinct, or devouring other ghosts.
Out of body!
After Ling Yun's ghost left his body, he rushed towards the ghost, grabbed it easily, and swallowed it "in one bite".
Previously, to deal with such evil spirits, Ling Yun needed to protect himself with Yin-Yang and Five Elements Fire, and then use the Fire Spirit Phoenix to burn them into balls of air flow, and then Ling Yun further refined them to absorb the spiritual energy into his body.
But it’s no longer necessary, everyone is a femininity, only strong and weak, the weak prey on the strong.
Originally, these evil spirits were very powerful, and could even corrode cultivators in the foundation-building period, but after Ling Yun took away the roots of Buzhou Mountain that affected them, their fierceness had long since disappeared. A lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Grab whatever you want, eat whatever you want.
After eating a yin spirit, Ling Yun's yin spirit immediately grew a lot, and it was absolutely tonic, and the effect was excellent.
"Well, good, continue!"
Therefore, Ling Yun started to travel underground, hunting ghosts with his own ghosts, and let his ghosts devour them one by one, gradually becoming stronger.
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Ancient Qin Village.
In the yard where Mo Wudao was sleeping.
It was less than a quarter of an hour before midnight, but Mo Wudao was still sleeping, lying there motionless, like a vegetable.
Daoist Jiang Zhen glanced at the clock on the wall, he gently put down a Taoist classic in his hand, and floated to Mo Wudao's bedside.
"The ghost is out of the body, and I don't want to leave. At this time, I don't want to come back. Is it true that I want to stay there?"
Daoist Jiang Zhen saw Mo Wudao sleeping, and couldn't help but want to go up and kick him.
But really reluctant.
Frowning slightly, sighing, Daoist Jiang Zhen turned around, stepped out, and came to the door of the room.
Take another step, and you are already standing in the courtyard.
Daoist Jiang Zhen raised his head to look at the sky again, then suddenly raised his hand, made a gesture with his fingers, and suddenly took a step forward, followed by the second step, the third step...
Beidou Tiangang Yubu!
Six steps later, Daoist Jiang Zhen's figure and posture had been distorted to an extremely exaggerated appearance. He was sweating profusely, his face was pale, he bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, sprayed a mouthful of blood to the ground in front of him, and stepped out again!
The seventh step!
Coming over on his heels, Daoist Jiang Zhen stood still, concentrated, exhaled, and opened his voice, his tongue burst into lotus flowers, like a spring thunder exploding!
"Mo Wudao, the soul is back!"
With one cry, starting from the place where Taoist Jiang Zhen stepped on, it instantly resounded for thousands of miles!
Of course, except for the small sound in the small courtyard, the living people within a thousand miles cannot hear it.
brush!
As soon as the voice fell, I saw a young Taoist priest with a handsome face, a wretched expression, and glib eyes, appearing outside the gate. Could it be Mo Wudao
Mo Wudao's figure was suspended in the air, and he passed through the gate without hindrance. He didn't even look at Daoist Jiang Zhen who was standing in the courtyard. Pounce on yourself!
The next moment, Mo Wudao who was lying on the bed opened his eyes suddenly.
Mo Wudao rolled his eyes, saw the ceiling above his head clearly, and suddenly sat up straight!
"Who the hell called me? I don't know if I'm already a handsome ghost. Every day I eat and drink spicy food, hugging left and right, that's called a... ouch!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a figure suddenly appeared beside the bed, kicked up suddenly, and threw him against the wall with one kick.
"I'll make you handsome! I'll make you delicious! I'll make you hug from left to right!"
Jiang Zhendao flew onto the bed, and kicked Mo Wudao who was by the wall violently, cursing as soon as he kicked, he didn't feel bad at all at the moment!
"Oh! Ouch! It hurts! It hurts me to death! Master, I was wrong!" Mo Wudao hugged his head and wailed.
Still not relieved, continue kicking!
"Old man, are you still going to finish? Are you disrespectful? I will be impatient if you kick me again!"
After listening to Daoist Jiang Zhen, he couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, and suddenly withdrew his feet and flew out of bed.
Looking at the closed door disciples who were huddled in the corner, Daoist Jiang Zhen was full of affection, and he spoke with a smile.
"With a psychic body, if you become a handsome ghost, not only can your soul leave your body, but you can also exorcise things and manifest your form. It is considered a great achievement of Yin and God! You are worthy of being a disciple of my Maoshan Sect! Promising!"
(end of this chapter)