Spiritual objects composed of life souls are difficult to kill, and even if they are killed, it is not them that die, but the life soul master on Vermilion Star.
If Wang Lin uses immortal power and unreserved expansion methods, he can kill these life souls, but if these life souls disappear, more life souls will appear to condense this thing again. It can be said that this kind of fate Spiritual things made up of souls, in a certain way, are immortal.
Unless the crystal of repairing stars shattered, then these fate souls would collapse.
No one knows whether there is a fate soul of someone you know well in the next fate soul, once it appears, how to do it... If you have your own fate soul, it will be easier, after all, between the fate soul , There will be a strange feeling.
Of course, among the monks who entered the tomb of the Vermillion Bird, there were many unsentimental and cold-blooded people, but some people learned these secrets after observing for a period of time, so they launched a massacre. They destroyed one life soul after another, and waited for the spiritual thing. Once again condensed the fate and soul to reorganize, repeating this cycle, with this stupid method, expecting to meet his fate and soul.
Dry wind is one of them.
At this moment, the dry wind was interrupted by a towering mountain peak inside the Suzaku Tomb. There was a huge cave here. The dry wind sat cross-legged outside the cave, and his complexion was extremely gloomy.
He said that he was the first person to enter the tomb of the Vermilion Bird. Here, he encountered the spirit creatures composed of fate and soul. These spirit creatures could not be killed at all. In the end, they were the first group of monks and ancestors of the immortal survivors who entered this place. Each encountered an existence similar to Murong Yun, and rushed to the mountain where Wang Lin was at the moment.
There, someone was deceived into the altar, and the dry wind was not fooled. They fled secretly, and after all the hard work, they finally found the real entrance and entered the interior of the Tomb of Suzaku.
Although the inside is smaller than the outside, it is actually huge, especially the kind of spiritual objects composed of life and soul, not only more than the outside, but some of them are extremely powerful, dry wind cannot resist, and can only retreat.
During the internal period, he never found the tomb of a generation of Vermilion Birds. As time passed, more monks and immortal relics gradually entered the interior.
Qian Feng saw with his own eyes that a familiar infant monk, after several immortal survivors at the expense of a large amount of rune power, joined forces to kill a powerful spiritual creature, the familiar monk immediately dimmed his eyes and fell to his death. Before, there were no signs.
This scene shocked everyone around him immediately.
Under the exploration of the dry wind, he found that this person's soul was completely destroyed and completely dead.
Those who can enter the tomb of Suzaku are all those who have deep intentions. At this moment, they know the real reason for the matter immediately. In this way, if you deal with those spirits, some people will have concerns. But the more you do, the more you are. Unable to win is like a deadlock.
The dry wind has been sitting outside this cave for almost half a month. The anxiety in his heart makes him irritable. He doesn't know how long it will take for the Star Cultivation Crystal to collapse. There is only one way to death.
"Suzaku, you old man, die if you die, why do you want everyone to be buried for you!!!" Dry wind gritted his teeth and punched the ground.
He took a deep breath, his eyes flashed, and he looked at the cave in front of him, silently calculating the time, then he patted his storage bag, and immediately a black gourd appeared in his hand.
He pinched his right hand, pointed towards the gourd, and drank from his mouth: "Red Butterfly, come out!"
A crystal light flashed from the gourd, and the red butterfly appeared beside Gan Feng. She was dressed in red, her appearance was still as beautiful as before, and her eyes were still hollow.
At this moment, in her body, there is no longer the heroic posture and arrogance of the past, and some are just a heartbreaking sorrow and a heartbroken indifference.
This gourd is a treasure of the Qianfeng family. It is said that it was left by the ancestors. There are other things in this gourd. Not only can it be stored, but most importantly, it can earn living people.
"The time is up, it should reply. Go get it out!" Qian Feng said solemnly.
Red Butterfly did not speak, and slowly walked into the cave.
Qian Feng took a deep breath, pinched the tactics with both hands, and immortal power suddenly appeared in his body, condensing on his fingertips, and gradually formed a fist-sized crystal light ball.
Qian Feng's complexion was deep, and his eyes were fixed in the depths of the cave.
After a short while, a roar came from the cave, and then, the trembling roar of the ground echoed from the cave, but seeing the red light flashed in the cave, the figure of the red butterfly appeared, and stood under the sway. By the side of dry wind.
At the same time, a tall figure ran out of the cave. This was a giant more than ten feet tall. His whole body was exuding black light, and a trace of black air continued to linger. Every time he took a step, the ground trembled.
At the moment this person walked out of the cave, the dry wind's eyes flashed coldly, and the small crystal ball in his hand suddenly pushed forward. The small ball burst out of the air as fast as lightning, and quickly rushed towards the tall figure.
An angry roar immediately yelled from the tall figure's mouth, and immediately after the person's body was shaken, he immediately collapsed and turned into countless black threads, scattered in all directions, avoiding the crystal light ball.
"Blast!" Dry wind drank low.
As soon as this word came out, the little crystal ball immediately exploded, causing a fierce impact of immortality. It whizzes around at a speed faster than lightning.
The entire mountain trembled suddenly, and there was a lot of collapse. The countless filaments flying around in the roar, without exception, all dissipated and were directly destroyed.
"This is the sixty-ninth one, and I still haven't met my fate..." Qian Feng frowned, and he knew that the current method was not the best. However, the interior of the Suzaku Tomb is huge, and there are many more dangers. With his cultivation level, he can't explore all of it, and he can't find the crystal of repairing stars. He can only choose this stupid way to expect a miracle.
Inside the Tomb of the Suzaku, on the mountain with the altar, Wang Lin grabbed a black sphere in his hand and jumped from the top of the mountain.
As for the ugly woman, Wang Lin ignored it.
"I don't kill you, but I can seal you. This kind of seal is permanent. Although you will not die now, when the masters of life and souls that make up you, Shouyuan will die. Complete death!" Wang Lin's voice was flat, said slowly.
During the time he was in the Tomb of Suzaku, he often thought about how to deal with this fateful soul. After careful consideration, he thought of this method.
With the large number of restrictions in the forbidden flags, one by one seals the life souls in the spirit objects, so that after a long time, it can achieve a kind of imprisonment effect. Coupled with the integration of a soul with a considerable cultivation base in the respected soul banner, this kind of spiritual thing can indirectly cut off the possibility of reorganization again.
Just wait until all the life souls of this spiritual creature die naturally, and this spiritual creature will die.
Wang Lin didn't have time to verify whether this method worked, but to Murong Yun's ears, it seemed like thunder, which shocked his heart.
"I can't kill. After the life and soul dies in my body, I can collect the life and soul to resurrect!" Murong Yun's roar came from the black sphere.
Wang Lin snorted coldly. He landed at the foot of the cliff. His right hand pointed at the ground. The ground shook suddenly, and a big crater about several feet deep was cracked in a cross shape with a bang.
Wang Lin jumped into the pit, put the black ball in it, and began to place restrictions around it.
Murong Yun in the black ball, aware of Wang Lin's movements, immediately said: "What are you going to do?"
"Seal you here, and I will come back a hundred years later, and see if you are dead, and I will know if my method has worked!" Wang Lin said flatly, with continuous restraints in his hands.
"You, what do you want!" Murong Yun shouted in silence for several breaths.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he said gently, "I want my soul!"
"This is impossible. We are transformed out of the crystals of repairing stars, composed of life souls, and cannot specifically extract a certain life soul. Moreover, a spiritual creature like me is not strong enough to collect the life soul of a cultivator like you. Only those powerful people of the same kind inside can collect the life and soul of powerful monks from the crystal of repairing stars." Murong Yun said quickly.
Wang Lin's eyes were full of coldness, and he shook his head slightly. After placing the last seal, he leaped and left the pit.
At the bottom of the deep pit, only the small black ball wrapped by the prohibition was left alone on the ground. Around him, there were all the prohibitions that flashed magic lights.
"I... I know the way to really get inside!" Murong Yun shouted when he left. He didn't dare to gamble. If he really loses, then he might really die.
Wang Lin looked at a mountain range in the distance, shook his head and said, "I also know!" After he finished speaking, he pressed his right hand on the ground, and the cracked ground slowly gathered up, seeing that it was about to be completely sealed. Murong Yun's roar came.
"In the cemetery, we have a king. He is the first spiritual creature born here. Only he can withdraw the designated life soul from the crystal of repairing stars. Really, this is real..."
"How can you find him?" Wang Lin touched the ground with his right hand, and the attempt to gather him stopped immediately.
"Inside, walking eastward, there are nine mountain peaks connecting one piece, forming a deep valley. What spreads out there is not black fog, but white fog, which is easy to identify. At the bottom of the deep valley, there is the king. Where." Murong Yun said quickly.
Wang Lin's eyes flashed, raised his right hand, his body moved and disappeared here, the cracks rumbled and merged again.
"You..." Murong Yun's voice stopped abruptly as the ground finally closed, and there were no gaps.
When Wang Lin appeared, he was outside a valley in the depths of this mountain range. When he saw this mountain range before, his divine sense had probed it and noticed this valley.
In the valley, there is an altar. This altar is exactly the same as the one on the top of the mountain. However, when Wang Lin's figure walked into the valley, he suddenly stopped and his eyes flashed with cold light.
A beautiful and indispensable woman, sitting on the edge of the altar with beautiful eyes, looked to Wang Lin.
"Liu Mei!"