Smoke and dust filled the air, and corpses were everywhere.
Lin Xin looked around suspiciously, and it took him a while to realize that this is Luqi Terrace. Not long after Shen Lou left, the army that came to attack him attacked. Yuan'a betrayed him, and Lin Xin, who had no spiritual power, was like a fish on a chopping board being slaughtered, and died thoroughly.
The present self is the soul, right
Lin Xin lowered his head to look at his transparent hand. Due to the fact that he usually absorbs too much soul, his soul is more than ten times stronger than that of ordinary immortals. So much so that after death, he can barely show his shape.
Turning around the Luxi Terrace, the beams collapsed and the houses collapsed, and the ground was scorched. Lin Xin floated on top of his limbless corpse, faintly feeling that something was wrong.
Someone's voice came from a distance, and Lin Xin subconsciously hid behind a broken pillar.
A group of strong men dressed in white clothes from the Zhong family searched for a while, and finally found Lin Xin's body, and surrounded him one after another. All of these people covered their faces, with thick eyebrows and blue eyes, they were actually barbarians! The leader squatted down and cut Lin Xin's wrist, barely squeezed out a few drops of dark residual blood, most of which had flowed down the wound.
The barbarian yelled angrily, and Lin Xin guessed that it might be "too late" or "out of blood" or something like that. A man in black robes descended from the sky, and the wind blew off his hood, revealing an ordinary face.
The people in white saluted him respectfully and called him "Witch".
The Great Witch of the Northern Desert? Lin Xin subconsciously hid it better.
The big witch opened his hand, and a slender red thread went into Lin Xin's body. The end of the thread was connected to a blood sac. After fumbling for a while, half a bowl of blood was sucked out. The big witch was furious, and slapped the man in white on the face, cursing a few words.
Lin Xin pouted, tsk tsk, internal strife. Just watching the bustle, the big witch suddenly raised his eyes and looked over. Even though it was just a soul, Lin Xin couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine, as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.
Compared with that ordinary face, these eyes are too gorgeous. When he uses witchcraft, there will be a silver light flashing in his eyes, which is very strange.
The big witch's figure flashed, and he moved in front of Lin Xin in an instant, and drew a very weird picture on the palm of his hand with the blood he had just collected. Then, grasp the palms into claws. A strong suction enveloped Lin Xin's divine soul, and the entire soul was caught in the hands of the great witch uncontrollably.
This man's grasping of the soul was not as gentle as Zhu Xingli's, as if a branding iron was imprinted on his body, Lin Xin couldn't help opening his mouth and screaming. However, the soul is silent.
"Little bastard, you are as cunning as your mother. Even if you die, you won't leave me a drop of blood!" The big witch dragged Lin Xinhun who was in pain back to the corpse, and forcibly grabbed the soul that was still on the body. , Throw the two into a small brass censer with three feet and two ears and the size of a palm.
The censer is not a real censer, it is full of runes. Lin Xinxin knew something was wrong, so he mobilized his soul power and tried to rush out.
"Little boy, be obedient," said the big witch, inserting a piece of deer glass into the lid of the incense burner, "Since the blood can't be used, let's practice it as a tonic, to nourish my sweating body."
With the insertion of the deer glass, a faint blue soul fire ignited in the incense burner. Lin Xin really felt the burning pain, couldn't help rolling in the stove, and quickly wrapped his soul with soul power. If the soul is burned out, he will never be reborn forever.
The soul fire consumed his soul power layer by layer, and the soul became weaker and weaker, unable to push the furnace lid anymore.
In this world, he is the only one who can replace spiritual power with soul power, and anyone else who studies soul is a sorcery of soul refining. This great witch is one of the best.
The soul fire was too strong, and Lin Xin's soul power was exhausted in an instant. He watched the soul melt like a candle, and could only catch it with his hands in great pain, devouring the melted soul into the soul, and using the soul to protect him. with.
"Ah—" Lin Xin curled up into a ball and shouted hoarsely. Perhaps it was the power of returning light, but this voice actually spread out.
"Who is it!" The voice was hoarse, but Lin Xin could tell that it was Shen Qingque.
There was a sound of fighting outside, the incense burner was thrown to the ground, and the lid was thrown off. Leaving Luli, the soul fire in the furnace suddenly stopped. Lin Xin's dilapidated soul no longer had the strength to roll out of the furnace, so he could only lie on the edge and look into the distance.
Shen Lou, who had recovered his spiritual energy, was somewhat stronger than before.
There was a loud "boom", and a circle of people in white clothes were overturned. The big witch in the black robe ran off to nowhere, it seemed that the guy disappeared the moment the censer fell to the ground, probably because he was afraid of Shen Lou
Lin Xin thought in a daze.
Why did Shen Lou come back? Was it to see if he died thoroughly? That's right, in this world, the person who hates him the most, apart from the brothers of the Zhong family who have revenge for killing their father, is probably Shen Lou.
"The Zhong family asked you to clean up the battlefield, not to spoil Lin Xin!" Yu Yuan's sword was full of aura, and his rage seemed to tear these people to pieces.
Those white-clothed people were not Shen Lou's opponents at all, and they were afraid that Shen Lou would find out that they were barbarians, so they lowered their heads to resist twice, turned around and ran away.
Shen Lou didn't chase after him, and walked over with Yu Yuanjian in his hand, stood beside Lin Xin's body in a daze for a while, then squatted down slowly, and touched Lin Xin's neck: "Lin is not responsible..."
As soon as he called his name, he choked up, Shen Lou got up stupidly, picked up the arm that had rolled to the distance, and put it back on him. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make it, the blood from the cut was drained dry, and that slender, white hand was already as waxy and yellow as rotten wood.
Shen Lou struggled for a while, his eyes gradually turned red, he picked up the corpse on the ground, and held it tightly in his arms. Gritting his teeth for a while, he let out an extremely depressing cry like a wounded beast.
Lin Xin looked at this scene in bewilderment, his mind became weaker and weaker, and the images he saw were intermittent. The tattered soul could no longer hold on, and if he didn't look for any protection, he might be scattered.
Yingying light spots escaped from the incense burner, immediately attracting Shen Lou's attention.
"Soul refining furnace?" Shen Lou grabbed the incense burner, looked at the gradually dissipating soul inside, and then looked at Lin Xin's handsome face that quickly collapsed in his arms, and immediately closed the lid.
In the groggy state, a force poured in, which made Lin Xin feel much more comfortable. I vaguely heard the voice of the uncle Zhu Yangai: "It's too late to create a horcrux now. This soul has been tortured too much, and it will dissipate in a moment. The Lin family has an ancient horcrux, which may be useful."
When it was opened again, Lin Xin saw Lin Qu's face.
"This is the ancestral soul lamp of the Lin family, which can keep the soul alive, but he is so weak." Lin Qu frowned and sighed slowly, "As long as the lamp is on, the soul is still there. If it goes out... then scattered."
Holding the golden lamp, Shen Lou carefully put Lin Xin's remnant soul into it, raised his head and said calmly to Lin Qu, "Someone will deliver what you want tomorrow."
If you want to take away the treasures of the Lin family, you will have to pay a price. Lin Qu was noncommittal, looked at the flickering soul lamp and asked, "Who is this person?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Shen Lou didn't answer, turned and left with the soul lamp in his pocket.
Leaving Treading Snow Cottage, Shen Lou found Zhong Youyu first, beat him up severely, and told him that the Zhong family who had been put into Luqi Terrace knew how to practice soul magic, and Lin Xin was already out of his wits. After Zhong Youyu was shocked, he sneered suddenly, saying that this was retribution, and that the Zhong family and Lin Xin had no grievances since then.
After returning to Huan Xinghai's bedroom, Shen Lou's shoulders suddenly collapsed and he sat silently for a long time.
"Lin Xin," Shen Lou looked at the soul lamp on the table, "Why did you suck away the devouring soul? I am to you...is that so important?"
"Pa-ta", bean-sized teardrops fell on the table, wetting the brocade tablecloth dizzily.
Lin Xin was stunned. He had never seen Shen Lou cry, no matter how difficult it was, even if his father died, he never cried. Crying so sadly today is actually because of him, Lin Bucheng!
The soul lamp is small, but it is not aggrieved or aggrieved for the soul. The small soul lamp was hung on Shen Lou's body during the day and placed on Shen Lou's bedside at night.
Shen Lou would talk to him every day, sometimes talking about the situation on the battlefield, sometimes talking about the family's gossip, and even telling interesting stories from his childhood. But more, it is the longing that cannot be announced in front of people.
"Xinxin, you said you wanted me to call you that, but I couldn't call you that until you died. In fact, I called you secretly when I was young."
"Mountains have trees and trees have branches, do you know what the next sentence is?"
"Ge Shengmeng Chu, stalks grow in the wild. Yumei dies here, who will be with? Alone?"
"This little deer, see you off."
Every time Shen Lou couldn't bear it, he would carve a Xinghu stone deer. After seven years, a whole cabinet was carved.
The devouring spirit spreads, there is no restraint, and Dayong retreats steadily. He died before the throne was sealed, and he died before he retreated to defend the Southern Region. The heavy responsibility of the world fell on Shen Lou's shoulders. When the battle was over, Zhu Yangai showed them the ancient formation in the stone wall.
"Looking back in time, people who have lost their souls cannot be reborn, so what about those who only have remnants of their souls?" Shen Lou asked Zhu Yangai.
"You believe me?" Zhu Yangai looked at the soul lamp hanging on Shen Lou's waist, and shook his head slightly, "His soul will not survive, even if he is reborn, he will not live for a few days."
Shen Lou did not agree to activate the large formation for a long time, and rearranged his troops to resist the barbarians. When I have time, I rummage through the thousands of volumes of ancient books in the Zhu family.
Finally one day.
"Found it!" Shen Lou laughed heartily while holding the volume of books.
Lin Xin looked over through the soul lamp, and on the tattered pages of the book was written "soul cutting technique" in ancient characters.
[The remnant soul cannot live, cut off the living soul and sacrifice it; the remnant soul will not live long, offer the living soul to make up for it.]
What is Shen Qingque going to do? Lin Xin hurriedly bumped against the wall of the lamp, but it was useless, it just flickered a little faster.
First practice the separation of the soul, then practice the art of cutting the soul, and finally practice the sacrifice of the soul to replenish the soul. The ancient books collected by the four domains and the royal family are all here, and they can be found one by one. Shen Lou spent more than a month, and finally mastered all the techniques.
The author has something to say: "Ge Sheng Mengchu, stalks grow in the wild. Yumei dies here, who will be with? Alone?" Taken from "The Book of Songs Ge Sheng" dedicated to Shen · Widower · Lou