"Every life has a soul. The soul and matter are two completely different existences that do not intersect with each other. Unless influenced by magic, the soul has the ability to interfere with reality." "Magic is a magical power. It can combine with the soul to produce a power called mental power. The extraordinary can interfere with reality and use extraordinary power through mental power." "The soul that has not been fused with magic to produce mental power cannot interfere with reality. The soul can only interfere with the existence of the soul level." The light was on the table, and Fang Xiu was lying on the table and studying hard. Fang Xiu could swear that he had never worked so hard when he took the college entrance examination. Every day, except for sleeping, even eating, he was doing various experiments and summarizing extraordinary powers. Fang Xiu insisted on listening to the radio every day, studying hard, and striving to make progress. Finally, he had a certain understanding of extraordinary knowledge and summarized some of his own ideas. After that, he immediately began to try some of his ideas. Only on the table, Fang Xiu always regarded the Saint's Ring as a trump card, which was placed in the center. The silver ring had a beautiful arc, and under the light, it seemed that the highlight was flowing. Since Fang Xiu had awakened a talent called soul control during his first meditation, and there was a strange ghost in his home, Fang Xiu had placed his focus on the soul, and the main function of Fang Xiu's ability was to create souls. That's right, what Fang Xiu was trying to do now was even more high-end and classy than creating life, and it could definitely be called an act of poaching the King of Hell and stealing the power of the Creator, creating souls. Souls did not come out of thin air, Fang Xiu must have magic power to create souls. "Sure enough, as I guessed, souls and magic power are two sides of the same coin. No, the soul was born from magic power, but it is a much more advanced existence than magic power. It is the light of thinking, the light of wisdom." "Meow!" Fang Xiu picked up a little black cat he bought today. Its impatient black eyes stared at Fang Xiu and kept twisting. Fang Xiu carefully looked at its soul through its beautiful black cat pupils. At this moment, the silver clock in Fang Xiu's eyes appeared again, and the breath from the supreme existence was slightly revealed, which frightened the kitten so much that it dared not even move, as if even its soul was frozen. Only the black cat's soul emitted white light, but it was transparent, and its structure was much more complicated than Fang Xiu imagined. It was not something randomly kneaded together. This was a creation that was extremely delicate and magical, and it was the most fundamental mystery of life. Fang Xiu stretched out his hand and danced with his fingers, and saw the magic light pouring out from the Saint's Ring, constantly emitting. The light on the ring twisted like smoke, and it seemed to flow naturally like water, and Fang Xiu's fingers were like kneading clay sculptures. The light was constantly transformed and condensed, and finally gradually turned into a transparent body emitting a faint glow. This was Fang Xiu's thirteenth attempt to create a soul, but Fang Xiu found that it was not an easy task. First of all, the soul created by Fang Xiu had no physical body to rely on, so it would dissipate the moment it was created, just like the soul of an ordinary person would not stay in the world after death, but would be absorbed by Gaia's consciousness. In order to condense a soul that can exist independently and get rid of the adsorption of Gaia's consciousness, its mental power scale value must exceed 7 points. This is also what is mentioned in the alien broadcast, the mental power scale of formal professionals. Because there is no magic power and magic net on the earth, there is no mental power. Fang modified a name and called it the spirit value. When the spirit value exceeds seven points, the soul can exist independently, or like Chen Jin, have extraordinary items to protect their souls. This time, Fang Xiu's hand just stopped, and he saw an illusory soul body emitting soul light floating on the table. It looked about the size of a palm, but this was its core. Fang Xiu estimated that the shape of this soul body was completely dispersed and could reach the height of two floors. Its soul strength can be compared to the combination of dozens of people. "Finally succeeded, finally succeeded!" Fang Xiu jumped up and yelled like a child. This was the first soul he created that did not automatically dissipate, which made Fang Xiu very excited. This meant that his idea had come true. He might be able to find his own way in this world without magic. Fang Xiu stretched out his fingers. At the soul level that the naked eye could not see clearly, it could be seen that Fang Xiu's soul also extended a tentacle from his fingers and poked the other party. "Hello! Can you talk?" Fang Xiu tried to communicate with the other party. Even a newly born soul should have some instincts! However, the soul that Fang Xiu had just created did not react at all, just like a stone. Fang Xiu directed his thoughts and consciousness into this soul, but then he found that the other party's soul could not accept these thoughts at all, let alone store memories. Fang Xiu frowned and wrote down his speculation on the notebook: "Preliminary speculation is that the soul may not have the function of storing memories." Fang Xiu raised his head suddenly: "No! Chen Jin only remembers the memories before her death. The strength of her soul is far less than the soul I created." Fang Xiu found that he had found another breakthrough. He took another very important step on the road to creating souls. Fang Xiu hurried downstairs, turned on the lights in the hall, and then lifted the wooden board leading to the basement, and saw that the lights were on. "You are the wind, I am the sand..." "Entangled..." Before he walked down the stairs, Fang Xiu was disgusted by the sound of the TV coming from downstairs, and instantly felt goose bumps all over his body. A large TV was playing "My Fair Princess", and there was no one in the house. The originally dilapidated basement allowed Fang Xiu to install quick-install wall panels and lay wooden floors, plus a set of retro-style furniture that cost tens of thousands of dollars, and it still looked very stylish. Fang Xiu closed his eyes and opened them again, and saw a silver light flashing in his eyes. He immediately saw a little girl in a dress, curled up on a burgundy sofa, staring at this outdated TV series motionlessly. ". . . . . . . " "Chen Jin, can you watch something that suits your age group, and don't act like a grandmother in her seventies or eighties." "I'm over a hundred years old. "After living with Fang Xiu for so many days, Chen Jin has gradually gotten used to Fang Xiu's presence. Sometimes, he would reply to Fang Xiu coldly, but most of the time, he would be venomous or diss Fang Xiu, especially when she taunts you with a cold face, and you don't know how to refute her. ". . . . . "Fang Xiu was speechless by Chen Jin's words. You are awesome, Fang Xiu had nothing to say. At his age, he was not even qualified to be the other party's grandson. Fang Xiu stopped talking and just sat opposite Chen Jin, looking her up and down. The shadow of a silver clock emanated from his pupils, as if he could penetrate the soul and see through the other party from top to bottom. In fact, Fang Xiu did so. He turned his head to look to the left, then looked at Chen Jin's calf, then stared into her eyes, and then circled Chen Jin with a notebook, touching his chin and nodding as if commenting on her. "What are you doing? "Chen Jin was not watching TV at this moment. He moved his eyes over, and his face became even colder when facing Fang Xiu's unscrupulous gaze. "I'm studying what's so special about your soul. Why is it different from that of a kitten or a puppy?" Fang Xiu had no idea of his own actions and behaviors. He was no different from a pervert. He was completely immersed in his pursuit of the mysteries of the soul. "Bang bang bang bang!" Fang Xiu had just finished speaking when he saw pillows, cups, remote controls, and brooms all thrown at him, driving him out of the basement in a panic. Then he saw that the door was locked, and even Fang Xiu couldn't get in. "Hey, this is my house. " Fang Xiu had just finished speaking when he saw the door open. Fang Xiu was in such a panic that his slippers were thrown out and hit him in the face. Fang Xiu returned to the study with a shoe print on his face. Although his behavior just now was a bit abnormal, Fang Xiu finally figured out some differences about Chen Jin's soul. Compared with ordinary souls, her soul structure is more complicated. It is divided into seven or eight parts, which are combined together, just like the different organs in the human body, as if something changed under the illumination of extraordinary spiritual light, or her soul was originally different from that of ordinary people. Some of these seven or eight parts represent wisdom, some are used to communicate with the outside world, some are used to store memories, and some are the condensation of emotions and desires. "What is this? Three souls and seven spirits? "Fang Xiu felt that this thing was somewhat similar to the human soul in ancient legends. According to the inspiration he had just gotten from Chen Jin's soul structure, Fang Xiu reshaped the first soul he created and adjusted its structure on the table in the study. This took five or six hours, and Fang Xiu did not stop until about three forty in the morning. "I'll try it tomorrow to see if it has wisdom and can store knowledge. If it can, it means I have created a real soul life. " Fang Xiu stretched and covered the soul on the table with a glass jar. Not long after Fang Xiu left, there was a snapping sound in the study, followed by a shrill cat cry, but it was fleeting. Fang Xiu was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as he lay down, and the bedroom was quite far away, so he didn't notice the situation here at all. He only saw a black cat knocking over the fiberglass in the bedroom, and then the artificial soul, which was originally motionless and had no reaction, immediately spread from the size of a fist to fill the entire bedroom. The white soul light flowed and surrounded, with the black cat as the center. The whole study seemed to have become a white galaxy, with stars twinkling, and the huge soul power enveloped the black cat. Its originally black pupils, at this moment, slowly turned white. In an instant, the artificial soul was infused into its body like a long river. The cat's memory and the man-made soul were completely integrated into one. The eyes of an ordinary cat became lively and full of emotions. The intelligence of an ordinary cat might be equivalent to that of a two or three-year-old child. But at this moment, the cat seemed to become the same as a human being, or even smarter than a human being. It sorted out all the memories of its communication with humans in its mind, the experiences of several months, the sounds of human speech, and everything in this world. It jumped off the table, walked down the stairs, and then jumped out of the open window and fence. When it left, it looked back at the small building with a look of sarcasm in its eyes. "Tsk, stupid human!"