The monks absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth and refine it into their own mana, and urge the mana to explode the technique of mass destruction, which is called magic. Stepping into the realm of the soul opens the soul space, the soul becomes clear from being untouchable, strengthens the soul to enhance its power, and releases the power with the power of the soul, which is called supernatural power.
Spells and supernatural powers are not very clearly divided for low-level monks, but the difference is the difference. It has always existed but you have not yet learned the qualifications.
Of course, these are not nonsense, because spells and magical powers are completely different, but in some very special cases, they are merged together.
The explanation is clear: it can be activated by mana, and it is a spell. It can also burst out of the soul, which is a supernatural power.
Any kind of existence that is both a spell and a magical power has a brand new name in the land of gods and demons, Dao Fa. The Tao is the rule, and the Tao and the law contain the power of the rule, which can be exerted by different forces, because the rule is omnipresent and intolerant.
Even in the land where the strong are like clouds, where there are countless spells and magical powers, Taoism is an extremely rare existence, and it is only possible to master it if it is a large-scale power with a solid foundation and a long heritage.
Qin Yu has nothing to do with these, but sometimes his luck is really good. The blood dragon is watching the line between life and death, and he finds that he still has the power to resist.
Point Cang first, Cang Mang refers.
When the fingers fell, Qin Yu's soul's eyes dimmed, and the terrifying extraction of power almost tore his soul to pieces.
But he gritted his teeth and insisted, and his consciousness remained clear, because at this time he would die if he passed out of a coma.
However, the breathing time seemed endless to Qin Yu. The horror extraction finally stopped, and a crystal-like transparent finger collided with the blood light.
Without the slightest fluctuation, this transparent finger began to collapse at the same time as the blood light, which seemed to be the result of dying with the enemy, but there were countless cracks on the surface of Qin Yu's soul.
Each of them is extremely subtle, like porcelain that has failed to be fired. It seems that if it touches a little, it will smash to the ground.
Because the power of the blood light exceeded the limit of the vast finger, fortunately, it was not too much, otherwise even if the blood light was shattered, Qin Yu's soul would collapse.
The blood dragon stared at the cracked soul, and there was a hint of surprise in its icy eyes. It was the first time that it really showed emotional fluctuations, and it immediately returned to calm.
What if the blood light was blocked? It still has the power to easily annihilate the soul.
The blood dragon didn't want to delay any longer. It swam its tail and swam to the soul, ready to tear it to pieces with its mouth.
Without warning, the blood dragon stopped abruptly, and endless icy cold erupted in his eyes.
Then, countless cracks appeared on the surface of its body, which looked very similar to the state of Qin Yu's soul.
The incomparably violent aura emanated from these cracks, and the determination was fierce and frightened.
It seems that all this is unexpected!
But these auras of destruction failed to burst out, because a shadow of a big sun appeared, and a faint light fell down, like a pair of invisible hands, tightly grasping the blood dragon and suppressing all the power in its body.
The blood dragon's body trembled violently, and a regular phantom appeared in the depths of his eyes, but these regular powers were cut off by the aura of nothingness before they could erupt.
The big sun phantom and the blood dragon disappeared together in the emptiness.
puff-
A mouthful of blood spurted out, Qin Yu fell on his back, gasping for breath, but it couldn't relieve the split-like pain in his head at all. It felt like a dull knife covered with rust, cutting little by little, and the dull knife was not one, but many, and the flesh and blood twitched unconsciously because of the pain.
The pain was beyond imagination, but Qin Yu's heart was full of ecstasy at this moment, because only the living can feel the pain, and the dead have no consciousness.
If it wasn't for the little blue lamp, Qin Yu would still be dead, but he had a clear intuition. If he couldn't resist the last blow of the blood dragon, the little blue lamp would not appear.
This is not a test, but a cold and realistic choice. Only when the blood dragon is weakened to a certain extent, will the little blue light have the opportunity to hunt it.
Otherwise, it would rather let Qin Yu die than put itself on the brink of destruction.
There was a wry smile on the corner of Qin Yu's mouth, but he didn't have any emotions like complaining. If he really died, he hoped that the little blue lamp could be preserved. At some point in the future, he will be acquired by another guy who doesn't know whether he is lucky or unlucky, and he will go back to the road against the sky. It is best to avenge him.
Well, I really thought about it too much, so the violent sound of breaking the door directly interrupted Qin Yu's thoughts.
The ancestor of the Nanyue Kingdom saw Qin Yu's appearance at the first glance, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he returned to heaven from hell.
Alive, he is alive!
And at this time, a good fortune pill rolled down on the ground, but the breath let the ancestors understand that it has been refined.
In the underground palace altar, the ancestor's body is even more shriveled, like a corpse that has been dried for many years. In the surrounding nine oil lamps, except for one that was extinguished, six flames trembled, sketching out blurred faces, roaring as if trying to break free.
The remaining two also began to fluctuate slightly, as if testing.
There was a sinister 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 slowly tapped it down, a drop of blood appeared on each finger, and each of the eight drops of blood melted into one. An oil lamp, the flame of the flame suddenly flourished, and a sound could be vaguely heard, the painful roar of being burned.
The faces outlined by the flames disappeared, and the flames calmed down again, but the ancestor knew that this was only a temporary suppression. If he could not regain his vitality, he would suffer backlash at any time.
The exposed body parts of the ancestors have been completely dry, like dead branches, with countless fine lines cracked on the surface, seemingly subtle but as if they have penetrated directly into the depths of the flesh and blood, and even the soul!
Outside the alchemy room, the five ancestors' clones were expressionless, and there was a chill in their quiet eyes, and they stared at the door motionlessly.
The ancestor helped Qin Yu out, and he held a good fortune pill in his hand. Although the breath was weak, it was as dazzling as the sun in the induction of the clone.
In the eyes of the five avatars, they struggled at the same time, and took a step forward, but they could only do this step.
The blood-colored shackles emerged from the flesh and blood, imprisoning them in place, and could no longer move at all.
There was a sneer at the corner of the old ancestor's mouth, but his voice was very gentle, "Ning Qin, let's start the sacrifice."
Pingshu's tone did not leave any room for objection.
Qin Yu's eyes swept across this scene, resisting the pain of splitting his soul, and nodded slowly. Just this simple action made him sweat profusely, and his face paled even more.
The old ancestor stopped three feet outside the fortune stone monument and handed the fortune pill to him. When he released his hand, there would naturally be a dark golden light, wrapping the crumbling Qin Yu and pulling him closer.
Qin Yu took a deep breath and raised his hand with all his strength. The Fortune Pill was swept away by the dark golden light and disappeared into the Fortune Stone tablet. After doing this, he could no longer resist the pain in his soul, and the last thought before his consciousness disappeared was: This stone tablet will finally be surnamed Qin from today.
Old Ancestor closed his eyes slightly, feeling the long-lost vitality rushing in his body, his body trembled, showing a very intoxicated expression.
That's it, fresh vitality, the power to continue to live. Even though he has survived for 100,000 years, he is still full of nostalgia for this world.
Now, there is finally another hundred years of life.
A hundred years into a hundred thousand years, but it is very precious to the ancestors whose life has come to an end.
With these hundred years, he can polish it carefully, make the best preparations, and then break the shackles that imprison him.
Jie Xian... Old Ancestor felt that he had never been so close to it.
Opening his eyes, his eyes fell on Qin Yu who was in a coma, showing a hint of relief, and sure enough, he did not see the wrong person.
It was the right decision to save him.
In any case, today is finally a promise, this junior is a great favor, then give him a good fortune.
What's more, everything given now will be repaid double in the future.
There was a smile on the corner of the old ancestor's mouth, and the stone monument trembled when his mind moved.
One after another phantoms appeared on their faces, twisted and mourned, and the pure soul power was extracted out.
Then, using the dark golden light as a medium, it merged into Qin Yu's body and was absorbed by his cracked soul.
These soul powers are owned by the remnants of the souls who are unwilling to die. They are on the verge of running out of oil and the ancestors. There was no way to erase them before, but they could only be suppressed by force.
Today, since these dead souls jumped out, take this opportunity to kill them completely once and for all.
The shrill howls of the remnant souls formed Qin Yu's soul feast, which was swallowed and absorbed greedily, and the cracks on the surface of the soul quickly shrank and healed. Soon, Qin Yu's soul recovered as before.
Xiaoling's face was flushed red, and finally she no longer held back her impulses, she stretched her arms, and the power of her soul rushed towards her frantically.
Before these remnant souls were alive, each of them was extremely powerful, and the remaining soul fragments that have not dispersed to this day are extremely pure because of their obsession. The soul power they generate is far more than expected. Even if Qin Yu's soul and Xiaoling go all out, they cannot completely absorb them.
The power of the soul cannot be preserved. Once they cannot absorb it, it will spill over in a very short time and disappear between heaven and earth. Xiaoling's face flushed with anxiety, but she had already tried her best, and couldn't absorb any more soul power. She watched them run away, and her lips were about to bite.
With so much pure soul power, if you cultivate by yourself, it will take at least decades or even longer!
At this moment, no one noticed that a certain line on the forged stone monument suddenly lit up, and a strange change suddenly appeared in Qin Yu's soul space.
The influx of soul power gathered together as if being pulled together, and a phantom of a ball appeared, which quickly became solid. It is only the size of a fist, but it is like a bottomless abyss, and the power of the surging soul is integrated into it, and there is no response.
Xiaoling's eyes widened, "Soul Orb..." There was a hint of shock, she was Qin Yu's companion soul, and she could perceive everything he did. There was a flash of enlightenment in his eyes, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly, the luck of this master is really good!
Xiaoling closed his eyes and fell asleep.
This time, not only did Qin Yu's soul recover from the injury, but she also benefited greatly from it. Some distant memories that were sealed in the depths of her soul began to slowly emerge.