"Very good, very inspiring. Look, I'm almost moved to tears by you!"
Yang Fan reached out and wiped a handful of non-existent tears on his face, and looked at Mr. Wu Liu sincerely.
This is a spiritual figure with ideals and pursuits.
Every person or shadow with a dream deserves respect.
Um.
The premise is that he does not have any conflict with himself. Otherwise, even if he is a shadow, Yang Fan can guarantee that his mother will not even recognize him.
And unfortunately.
The evil old man in front of him had successfully touched Yang Fan's bottom line.
Mr. Wu Liu shuddered unconsciously.
Yang Fan disguised himself very well, and he did not feel any malice in Yang Fan. But seeing Yang Fan's fake action of wiping tears, Mr. Wu Liu couldn't help but think of a very appropriate word in his mind.
A cat cries a mouse.
Fake mercy!
This guy doesn't seem to be someone who is easily moved. Maybe he has murderous intentions towards him right now.
"So, what is the reward for this level?"
Yang Fan continued to ask persistently, and the abrupt change of topic made Mr. Wu Liu's head hurt.
Knew it.
This greedy guy has no sympathy at all.
The reason why I haven't done it until now is because I am thinking about the reward for completing the last level.
Mr. Wuliu felt very upset.
He had waited here for more than four hundred years, and finally cultivated to the point where he could materialize his virtual soul and parasitize his body to break out of the trap. But in the end, he waited for such a bear thing. God was deliberately playing a trick on him. him
Are all the good old people from the past gone
Are all young people today so perverted and unsympathetic
Mr. Wu Liu was very sad. He felt that he had been struggling in the secret realm for so long, but the result was just to make wedding clothes for the little pervert in front of him. He refused to accept it, he was unwilling to accept it, and he was not angry.
"You have been in the dreamy reality of the heaven-level spiritual energy illusion array for one minute, and your heart has been touched. Your understanding of the dreamy reality array has been further deepened, your array experience has been improved, and your skill proficiency has increased by 10."
Yang Fan heard a system prompt again in his ears. The heaven-level magic array from the outside world could no longer provide him with more skills and experience. The usefulness of Mr. Wuliu in front of him seemed to have come to an end.
I kept him before, just because I was worried that once the old man's soul collapsed, the heaven-level illusion formation he had built would also disappear.
Now, the heaven-level phantom formation has become dispensable to Yang Fan, so correspondingly, he doesn't care so much about the existence of a ghost shadow.
A phantom of a spiritual soul, like a psychopath, thinking about taking this body and replacing that body all day long, as if other people's lives are not important, and only his freedom is the most precious thing in the world.
It is too dangerous to keep such unstable factors alive in the world. As a messenger of justice for the human race of the Federation, Yang Fan feels that he must take on the important task of slaying demons and protecting those who come after him.
so.
Let's turn him into a soul refining pill.
It can be regarded as waste utilization and can be used to benefit more spiritual masters and qi and blood warriors.
"Damn it! Has this little brat finally made a murderous move against me?!"
Feeling the strong murderous intent that suddenly burst out from Yang Fan, Mr. Wu Liu's expression changed.
Only then did he realize that facing death, he was not as calm as he thought.
The so-called seeing through life and death is all nonsense.
Life is short, he has lived for more than four hundred years, and he has not lived enough, let alone others.
"I said!" Mr. Wu Liu said quickly: "Little friend, please wait a moment, I will explain everything!"
Yang Fan's mouth twitched.
Did you give up so quickly
He hasn't used any means yet. Should he give in so quickly
I didn't expect it. I didn't expect it.
Such a guy who looks thick-browed, big-eyed, and has an immortal demeanor turns out to be a traitor with a weak stance. He despises him.
Why don't you hold on for a second or two
Seeing that Yang Fan remained silent, Mr. Wu Liu continued: "Actually, I didn't lie to you before. The condition for passing this last level is that you must master the heaven-level illusion formation practice of dream reality to the spiritual realm."
"It's just that I have been hiding my selfish motives these past few years. I won't provide any hints or help on the formation path to any trespassers. I usually just make a pot of Daqianmen and send them away!"
"And it is also because every few decades or hundreds of years, I can use the help of those who have cleared the level to drink a cup or two of ninth-level spiritual tea to increase the power of the soul, so I am becoming stronger and stronger, and I have the power to break through the realm and be reborn. ability."
"You and Wang Zhe, my little friend outside, are the human race that I have successfully cultivated myself. In the past fifty years, I have broken through the barrier and entered this place for the first time. However, I was frightened by the power of my soul and it was too huge. I didn't originally think of trapping you. You guys, if my little friend hadn’t been so aggressive later on, I wouldn’t have thought of choosing that pretty boy with a much lower mental talent.”
Yang Fan's face darkened.
This is a bit heartbreaking.
What does it mean to be one of the poorest in spiritual talent? It’s obviously so low that it’s a bit fresh and refined, okay
You are such an adult, why can’t you even say a word? Really!
Fortunately, this was in his consciousness space, so Wang Zhe couldn't hear the conversation between them at all, otherwise he didn't know how he would have been hit.
"There's so much nonsense, let's be more straightforward. What is the reward for completing the level?"
Yang Fan was a little impatient. This old man was really getting more and more confused. It was just a matter of one sentence, but he had to waste time by talking about it. He had such a strong desire to survive
Does every extra second of life count as a second
Mr. Wu Liu smacked his lips twice.
After all, young people really have no patience at all.
"The real reward for clearing the level is actually a piece of soul origin in me, a piece of soul origin that holds the memory of a dream-realistic heaven-level magic array."
"To put it bluntly, this level is an inheritance trial, a inheritance trial about the illusion master, and the carrier of the inheritance is the origin of my soul!"
"I didn't mean to deliberately deceive you about the inheritance of the array diagram before, because if I hadn't awakened my self-awareness, as long as you could meet the basic conditions of mastering the dream-reality illusion array, you would have received the corresponding inheritance of the soul."
Yang Fan was stunned.
No wonder the old man kept trying to shirk the situation, always trying his best to get Tan Mo's remaining spiritual tea, and to drive them out of the checkpoint as soon as possible.
It turns out that the root of everything is here.
Once someone clears the level, Mr. Wu Liu needs to split a part of the soul source as a inheritance and give it to the person who has passed the level. It can not only inherit the array experience, but also strengthen the soul foundation of the person who has cleared the level. Such an opportunity is not at all better than Jiu The heaven-defying effect of Super Spirit Tea is inferior, and even more direct and appropriate.
It can be seen that the people who originally set up these chance levels have considered almost all aspects for those who will pass the levels later.
The only thing he didn't expect was that the phantom of the god he left behind would be able to give birth to spiritual wisdom, and also learn to cheat and get through.
For Mr. Wu Liu, who was originally a ghost of the soul, it would be too painful to give the soul source that he had worked so hard to cultivate to others for nothing. To divide the soul source was to cut flesh from his body.
After all, such a loss of soul, even with the supplement of ninth-level spiritual tea, will definitely not be recovered in an instant. When he has no independent consciousness, he may still be selfless.
But now that he has his own consciousness and will, and the survival instinct of cherishing his life and body, he will naturally not be able to weaken himself and strengthen others as stupidly as before.
It is almost inevitable to commit adultery, play tricks and do things perfunctorily.
"However, this girl has coveted so much ninth-level spiritual tea and has been hiding here for more than four hundred years. His soul source must be extremely rich, right?"
Although there are restrictions on the ninth-level spiritual tea, it does not mean that a person can only drink one cup in his life.
Like elixirs and elixirs, they all have a periodic limit, such as one year or two years. As long as the resistance period has passed, they can naturally be taken again.
Mr. Wuliu has stayed in the secret realm for more than four hundred years, and he must have accumulated more than one or two cups of ninth-level spiritual tea. If all of them were absorbed and refined by him into his own soul power, then the origin of his current soul must have been Strengthened to the point of inhumanity.
Yang Fan looked at Mr. Wuliu blankly.
The corners of my mouth feel a little wet.
His saliva flowed out unconsciously.
"Then what are we waiting for now?" Yang Fan couldn't wait: "First, let me create a soul inheritance and let me have a taste of it!"
Mr. Wu Liu’s mouth twitched.
This little cub is indeed a wolf and has no sympathy at all.
I have already spoken so badly of myself that my tears are about to flow out, but I still refuse to let me go.
"Little friend Yang Fan, your fantasy reality illusion array has reached the state of great perfection. There is really no need to accept the inheritance of this so-called illusion array."
"Furthermore, you just drank a cup of Daqianmen, and now your soul source has become saturated. If you rashly absorb the refining old man's soul source, aren't you afraid that your consciousness sea space will be exploded?"
So what about the 30,000 kilometers of consciousness sea space? It also has its own endurance limit. As long as the power of the soul exceeds this limit, it will still explode if it should explode.
this.
In fact, this is also the reason why Mr. Wu Liu can barely remain calm until now.
Yang Fan had just absorbed a cup of Daqianmen, and now his soul was saturated. He would definitely not rashly absorb any excess soul power in a short period of time.
This is where his life comes from.
He was betting that a young man like Yang Fan would not have the same perseverance and patience as him, and could wait for ten or eight years to refine the spiritual power in a cup of ninth-level spiritual tea.
Yang Fan was startled: "Who said I want to absorb and refine the origin of your soul? I am not stupid, how can I seek death at this time?"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Wuliu breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this boy's sanity was still there and he was not crazy.
"However," Yang Fan continued: "Didn't I tell you before that in addition to being a spiritual master and beast tamer and now a magic array master, I am also a pretty good soul refiner. Teacher?"
"What?! Soul Refiner?!"
Mr. Wu Liu suddenly screamed and jumped up from the boat. Without saying a word, he turned around and ran away, running very fast!
Damn it!
Long live!
What a bad time!
How could this little brat be a soul refiner? This can be regarded as killing him!
If the soul detention is the natural nemesis of these ghost shadows, then the soul refiner is simply the executioner who specializes in hunting them down.
In the external publicity of the Human Federation, it seems that soul refiners can only refine the origin of beast souls of monsters, and do not have a strong restraining effect on the human souls themselves.
But Mr. Wu Liu's memory told him that it was all nonsense.
Regardless of whether they are monsters or humans, there is no fundamental difference in the origin of their souls. If those soul refiners really want to take action, even the soul of the king of the human race may not be unable to be refined!
I can’t afford to offend him at all!
(End of chapter)