"Shhhhh..."
The spiritual energy of many treasures from heaven and earth surged through Han Yu's meridians like a flood, and was greedily swallowed by the black hole. Han Yu had been refined to the point of numbness. Before he knew it, the sound of thunder in his dantian sounded, and the rain of vitality fell. Even bigger, the aura on his body rose from the first level of Lingwu to the second level of Lingwu.
Han Yu did not stop, and continued refining the treasures of heaven and earth. There are too many treasures of heaven and earth from Zhao Qingsheng, and Han Yu can consume them to his heart's content.
I don't know how long it took, when there were not many treasures left in the sky, Han Yu's dantian heard the sound of thunder again, and he broke through again, from the second level of Lingwu to the third level of Lingwu.
If someone knew that Han Yu had broken through the third level in just three days, they would be shocked. In these three days, Han Yu's refining of the heaven and earth treasures, some people may not be able to refine them in a lifetime.
"Huh..."
Han Yu let out a long sigh of turbidity, stopped cultivating, and once broke through the third level, he was very satisfied, stabilized his cultivation, put away the remaining treasures of heaven and earth, and walked towards the sarcophagus.
There are no words on the sarcophagus, and there is no protection around the sarcophagus. This is what Han Yu expected, the pressure of the stone tower is already the best defense, except for Han Yu, a freak, I am afraid that it will not be easy for a master of the Earth Martial Realm to get here.
Although the sarcophagus is not large, it is very delicate. Before opening the sarcophagus, Han Yu carved a set of patterns to prevent the undead from escaping when the sarcophagus was opened.
Undead resentment is something that cannot be seen or touched. Only with the power of the soul can one perceive its existence. All human beings will form undead resentment as long as they die. Because no matter who it is, there will be an evil side in life, but some people's good side suppresses the evil side, and some people's evil side suppresses the good side. After death, the evil spirit will not dissipate, and it will evolve into undead resentment.
After arranging the formation, Han Yu carefully inspected the sarcophagus. The sarcophagus seemed to be connected as a whole. A practitioner of the third level of Lingwu, but with amazing strength, after exerting all his strength, he slowly removed the coffin lid.
"Shh!"
When the coffin lid was removed by a slit, something rushed out from the sarcophagus. This kind of thing could not be seen with the naked eye, but Han Yu's soul power had sensed it in advance. It was the resentment of the dead. He even rushed to Han Yu's eyebrows for the first time, and it seemed that he was going to enter Han Yu's Niwan Palace and destroy Han Yu's soul.
"It's just right!" Han Yu's soul power reached its limit in an instant, rushing towards the resentment of the undead. The undead resentment seemed to sense that Han Yu was not simple, and ran away into the void with a scream.
"Buzz!"
Han Yu activated the pattern, an energy shield appeared, and bounced back the resentment of the undead. Han Yu's soul power turned into an invisible big hand, grabbed the resentment of the undead with one hand, and then followed the instructions taught by Tian Lao. The way to start refining the resentment of the undead.
All this is done invisibly, even if there are outsiders present, they cannot see it. However, the refining process was not smooth.
The resentment of the undead has the power of the fifth level of spiritual martial arts, and it will fight against Han Yu's soul power to the end. If it is not for Han Yu's soul power, which is already comparable to an intermediate-level unarmed warrior, it really cannot subdue this undead resentment.
After half an hour of refining, the self-consciousness of the undead's resentment began to dissipate and was completely controlled by Han Yu.
"drink!"
Han Yu used the power of his soul to drag the resentment of the undead into the Niwan Palace, and then continued to refine it.
Entering the Niwan Palace, the resentment of the undead turned out, it was a gray mist with a hideous head inside, which was extremely terrifying. In the end, the head was shattered by Han Yu, the gray mist gradually dissolved, and finally turned into a mass of black mist, which scattered and immersed in Han Yu's limbs.
Suddenly, Han Yu's whole body shivered, and a feeling of fear came into his heart. At the same time, the Qitian Armor on his body began to absorb the black energy. Gradually, the Qitian Armor radiated a gray-white light. In the light, runes circulated, and each rune was like a devil, and it seemed to emit a harsh scream. .
It was a weird feeling, like being in the company of the devil. And Han Yu still has a feeling that sooner or later, he will be swallowed up by these strange things, and he will die at the hands of such things.
"Is this a curse? Am I cursed now?" Han Yu remembered what Tian Lao said before, that Qi Tianshi's ominous old age was a road of no return. When you are young, your blood is strong and you can suppress the curse, but in old age, the blood is dry and you can't suppress the curse, and the curse will slowly devour people.
Only now did Han Yu know that this was not a joke, because he felt this way now.
"Hey, congratulations on your success in stepping into the way of Qi Tianshi, becoming a low-level slugger, and embarking on the road of no return!" Tian Lao smiled evilly, and his voice made people feel creepy.
Han Yu took a long breath and suppressed the vibration in his heart. For the sake of Han Yi, Han Gan, Han Yong and Tianlao, he had to take this road. Now that he has embarked on it, there is no reason to be sad, he should be happy.
Tian Lao could clearly feel the change in Han Yu's mentality, and nodded with satisfaction: "Look at the top of your head with the power of your soul."
Han Yu glanced at the sky above his head with the power of his soul, and found that three feet above, there was a cloud of black energy suspended in it.
Tian Lao said: "This is the curse. Only by accumulating ten curses can Xieling fighters break through to the Xieling division. Those with one to three curses above their heads are called low-level Xieling fighters; those with four to six curses are called intermediate Xielings. Ling Lishi; those with seven to nine curses are called high-level Xieling Lishi; those with ten are called top Xieling Lishi. Curses can only be seen by Qi Tianshi."
"You are now Master Qi Tian, and when you meet the middle-level shaman from before, you will find four curses floating above his head. This curse is like a mountain pressing on the head of Qi Tianshi all the time. When you support him. If you don't live, you will be crushed to death by it!"
Han Yu asked, "Then why can't I see the curse on your head?"
"My curse is on my body!" Tian Lao paused for a moment and said, "You have now become a low-level shaman, and your soul power can continue to practice!"
Han Yu nodded, walked over and opened the lid of the coffin. Inside was a corpse with only white bones. The bottom of the coffin under the corpse was engraved with a few lines of characters. Han Yu did not move the skeleton. He saw all the contents with the power of his soul. He couldn't help being overjoyed.