Death spell is a magical power created by the ancient monks after studying the extreme realm and imitating it.
Once practiced, as long as the word "death" is spoken, the person it refers to will die immediately.
To practice this skill, you need to gather the three qi into one.
Three Qis refer to lifeless Qi, Yin Qi, and murderous Qi.
The death energy is formed by absorbing the energy of the bones. Although his attribute is Yin, but in the Yin, it is the will of death.
The second qi, yin qi, is the primordial yin of nature, and the yin qi is accumulated by the technique of collecting yin. This kind of yin qi contains business.
The two qi fusions, with two different types of training to get the yin light, and the third qi, murderous aura! Three Qis are combined into one. After experiencing the elimination of nine deaths, the living can initially master the death curse. Once practicing this death curse, they have to endure unimaginable pain every day, and even experience the elimination of nine deaths every three years.
After going through several cycles in this way, the death curse is considered a small accomplishment. If you want to continue practicing, you have a greater chance of death. After all, this technique imitates the extreme realm.
It is much weaker than the extreme power, but the danger of cultivation is far greater than that of the extreme realm. Thinking about it carefully, it is not worth the loss. Although its attack power is terrible, as time goes by, gradually more and more people practice this technique. Less.
Sima spit out a death in his mouth, cast the magical power of death curse, and suddenly a strange wave of ripples suddenly spread out at the point of his fingertips under a point of his right hand.
Void. Like a stone thrown into the calm ground, it turned into waves of ripples.
Wang Lin's eyes flickered strangely. He didn't move, standing still. Feel the power of that death spell almost at the moment Sima's finger points. He immediately felt the spiritual power in his body. Suddenly separated a trace of cold air.
This yin and cold energy is completely different from what Huang Quan Shengqiaojue cultivated. It just appeared. Instantly from Wang Lin's body. A breath emerged again.
Wang Lin was startled by the appearance of this breath. This breath. He is extremely familiar with appearing in the deity. He is not surprising. But now the body. Not many people killed in this life are still condensed with murderous aura.
This murderous look is weak. But as soon as it appeared, it immediately merged with that Yin Qi. Form a very sharp and strange force. Follow his body. Enter directly into the soul.
Only with Wang Lin's strength. The strange power caused by this death spell is about to be destroyed. It only takes one thought to move your mind. This singular power was immediately observed by the soul solidified forest for a few moments. Based on his understanding of the extreme realm. At this moment, he could see through the origin of this death curse at a glance.
Although this death spell was powerful, it was still far worse than the extreme realm.
The extreme realm is a kind of mutated heavenly calamity, which kills the monks of the same rank in one blow.
But this death spell is a kind of magical power. The cultivation base is lower than the caster, and it can kill with one blow, but if it is higher than the caster, it has little effect.
For example, the cultivation base in the middle period of the pill formation, using this supernatural power, is enough to be proud of the middle period. Even if you encounter a cultivator who belongs to the middle period of the pill formation, there is a certain chance of success, even if it does not succeed, the opponent will be shocked.
However, if facing the monks in the late stage of the formation of alchemy, this supernatural power has very little effect, and it is rarely careless, and it will be backlashed.
There is too much difference from the extreme realm.
Wang Lin shook his head slightly. Although the death curse was magical, it didn't help him at all. After a thought, the strange power of the death curse dissipated in his body.
When he dissipated, Sima's body trembled, his eyes showed an incredible color, and a large mouthful of blood spewed out, his eyes were dim and godless, and the death curse was destroyed. His cultivation was not enough to suppress the backlash of the death curse in his body. Flickering, fell to the ground.
At this moment, another spiritual light flew out of the Soul Refining Sect, wrapped Sima's body, and pulled back the inner door.
Without any suspense, Wang Lin became the winner of this competition.
The inner disciple who presided over the competition gave Wang Lin a fist and smiled: "Before Wang Zhen, next time I meet, Wang will call you his junior brother, Aoki, follow me to see the elders."
Wang Lin smiled and nodded, transforming into a Changhong together with the other party, flying towards the inner door of the Soul Refining Sect one after another.
The inner gate of the Soul Refining Sect is a world of its own. At the moment when he passed through the inner gate, Wang Lin saw an endless mountain range with three huge peaks inserted into the sky, standing ferociously.
"These three giant peaks are where the three inner sects of my soul refining sect are located. The three soul refining sects are soul refining, soul pumping, and god lock." Wang Zhen introduced during the flight.
Wang Lin nodded and looked at the three giant peaks.
Behind these three peaks, there are huge golden halos. Inside the halo, it seems that there is something else. From a distance, bursts of golden light are emitted, illuminating the entire inner door of the soul refining sect.
"The nine golden rings are the retreats of my soul refining sect's nine predecessors in the transformation stage. One day, I will also reach the transformation and become the tenth golden ring!" Wang Zhen's eyes showed a frenetic reverence. .
Wang Lin glanced at the golden ring. Here, he could clearly feel that within the nine auras, bursts of majestic spiritual power spread.
"If my cultivation is restored, no one will be my adversary in this ring of the cultivator of God!" Wang Lin's eyes were flat.
"Qingmu, do you know Zeng Niu?" Wang Zhen said back.
"Zeng Niu?" Wang Lin looked as usual, nodded and said, "I've heard of it."
"Back then, my Soul Refining Sect originally had ten cultivating gods, and one of them died at the hands of Zeng Niu!" Wang Zhen showed admiration in his eyes, and said, "This Zeng Niu is my goal. One day, I will, like him, become the first person to be the first person to be the first person in the Suzaku star's infant transition period!"
"Oh?" Wang Lin was startled. He thought for a long time, but he didn't remember when he killed a soul-refining cultivator.
"There are many people who know about this. The ancestor of the god of transformation traveled around other countries, but unfortunately, he was killed by Zeng Niu because of an argument with Zeng Niu." Wang Zhen said.
Wang Lin touched his nose, he was really; he couldn't get up to have such a thing.
"It's also the right time for Zeng Niu to disappear. My soul-refining ancestor, the ancestor of the escape from the sky, is ready to go to this person to inquire about the cause." Wang Zhen sighed.
"Ancestor of Escape?" Wang Lin's eyes flashed.
"It doesn’t matter if you know these things. You will become an inner disciple anyway. In our Soul Refining Sect, there are two infant-changing ancestors. One of them is the ancestor of Escape. Do you see that golden ring? After the ring, there are two blood rings, which are the retreats of the two ancestors." Wang Zhen said.
Wang Lin looked up, vaguely, behind the nine huge golden rings, he saw a trace of blood.
During the conversation, the two came to Soul Peak. At the top of the peak, there was a hall built of cyan boulders. Wang Zhen stopped outside the hall and said, "Aomu, you can go in. The elder will arrange it for you inside."
Wang Lin nodded, looked calmly, and stepped into the hall.
The hall was completely dark, and the moment he entered, a pressure came, but this pressure had no effect on Wang Lin, his face showed an overwhelming color, and he stopped.
At this time, as soon as the pressure subsided, an old voice came out: "Come on."
With a look of relief on Wang Lin's face, he stepped forward.
At this time, the main hall suddenly lit up, and a green fire slowly burned all around. In the middle, an old man wearing a blue gown looked at Wang Lin with piercing eyes.
This person's cultivation has already reached the Dzogchen in the late Yuan Ying, and he is far away from God, only a matter of heaven.
"What's your name?" The old man took his gaze back from Wang Lin and said flatly.
"Disciple Aoki." Wang Lin held his fist and said respectfully.
"How did you crack Sima's death curse?" The old man said with his eyes condensed.
Wang Lin looked as usual, and said calmly: "The disciple has hidden his cultivation base, and has actually reached the end of the pill formation stage Dzogchen. Naturally, the death curse cannot hurt me."
The old man nodded. In his opinion, this Aoki did not lie, and did hide his cultivation base. From the moment he entered the hall, he had already noticed that this Aoki's actual cultivation base was not in the middle stage of alchemy formation, but in alchemy consummation.
As soon as the old man moved, he came to Wang Lin in a blink of an eye, and pressed the thumb of his right hand forward, as fast as lightning, pressing the center of Wang Lin's eyebrows.
Wang Lin didn't dodge. At the moment when the opponent's thumb was pressed, a cold air penetrated into his body. However, with Wang Lin's primordial spirit, he did not have the slightest scruples.
After a short while, the old man retracted his thumb and looked at Wang Lin's gaze. He was no longer so cold, and said in a deep voice, "The old man is the elder of the soul-refining peak. You can go to the Pian Pavilion to exchange the costumes and tokens of the disciple. You can also go to the soul-refining peak. Jingge selects exercises and opens up caves for cultivation anywhere on this peak.
In my soul refining sect, there is no teacher, and I rely on self-cultivation. If you have any questions, you can ask me and go. "
Wang Lin nodded and said yes, turning to leave respectfully.
Soon after he left, two powerful gods immediately appeared in the hall.
"Junior Brother, how about this person?"
"It's okay!" the old man said with a soft snort.
"Brother, the ancestors have been in retreat in recent years. I have to wait for it to check, and don't let other people with purpose get in."
"Funny, isn't there still a small number of people in my Soul Refining Sect that have a purpose? One more is not more, one less is a lot, and one of the two senior brothers in the top ten has other intentions, so let's take care of my own affairs first. , Hugh will take care of my soul refining peak." The old man's tone was cold.
"Junior brother’s grievance is very big, haha, the junior with foreknowledge, was selected by me. The person who mastered the death curse was selected by the master of the lock god, and now the remaining person is the ultimate winner. Isn't Junior Brother still unsatisfied?"
"Fart, both of those two have magical powers. This person is just a little higher in cultivation. How can you compare. Two seniors, don't give it away!" The old man's expression looked like.
There was a burst of laughter from the two divine senses, and they dissipated one after another.
Wang Lin walked on the peak of refining the soul and withdrew his spiritual consciousness.
"The cultivators of the gods are in retreat, this soul refining sect is currently guarded by these three people." Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he walked towards the side hall.
There, after exchanging the costumes and tokens of his disciples, Wang Lin saw that it was still early, so he went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.