(952 The body is fallen into a demon and the mind is not aware of it, and the shadow is entangled in the soul and the line is also trapped)

Qingsong Tide Gong is a skill that Qin Zunyang learned when he was meditating on the mountainside and saw the turbulent mountain wind and the tidal waves of pines.

No matter how he thought, he couldn't think of any shortcomings that Song Lan could make up for?

Later, he studied under Miao Zhongzhi, who was already a resurrected corpse, and learned the Thousand-mile Soul Concentration Technique, and began to practice the Divine Soul Technique. He also combined it with the Qingsong Tide Surge Technique, which became his unique magical power called Qianpine Soul Concentration.

Needle.

But that's not his answer either.

The soul-fixing needle is just a technique, not a skill. Although more practice will help strengthen the soul and in turn promote the improvement of skill, there is no need for Song Lan's soul to make up for any shortcomings.

"Where is your ancestor's soul bead?" Seeing his entangled look, Gouzhu stretched out a hand and said, "Where is the soul bead you have been using for cultivation? Bring it to me to see?

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Gouzhu was planning secrets among King Yun's army, and the only flaw he found in the Jade Palace was the soul pearl in Song Ruhai's hand.

It stands to reason that if Song Ruhai absorbed the remaining soul power of his ancestor in that soul bead, if he digested it slowly, it would only strengthen his soul and promote the further advancement of his Green Pine Surge Technique.

But it is not completely without danger, because absorbing the soul power of the ancestor is much faster than the progress of meditating and refining Qi. As long as he is a little eager for success, he may fall into an unstoppable demonic obstacle.

No one can interfere with this. Whether it is his master or fellow disciples, even if everyone sees it in their eyes and worries in their hearts, they can only remind him repeatedly.

In practicing and seeking the Dharma, any step you truly take can only be taken by yourself, and no one else can take its place. But where exactly this step is taken, you may not even know.

Song Ruhai always felt that he was practicing day and night in order to catch up with Huang Lu and kill them. But he never thought that he would be eager for success and covet the remaining soul power of his ancestors in the soul beads.

This fact is actually very easy to confirm. Just look at how much soul power is left in the soul bead. Subtract the remaining amount from the original amount, that is how much he has absorbed. This is easy to estimate.

The speed at which he absorbs these soul powers.

"What's so good about this! I have been cultivating according to the instructions of the Supreme Master and Master these years, and I have never been greedy for merit."

Song Ruhai was disdainful, but his consciousness was nervously searching for the soul bead in the fairy lotus. He was also eager to produce evidence, but he couldn't tell whether he wanted to produce it to prove it to Gou Zhu, or to prove it.

Show it to him for himself.

However, his expression became more and more stiff because the soul bead was missing.

No matter how much his consciousness searched through the fairy lotus, familiar things flashed before his eyes, but he couldn't find the thing he needed to find most.

He vaguely realized that he might have been eager for success at some point and swallowed the entire soul orb at once, and then erased the related memories on his own.

"Where?" Gouzhu stared at Song Ruhai's panicked but stubborn eyes and asked again.

"Is it weird?" The more uneasy Song Ruhai felt, the stronger his retort became, "I just threw it away. I don't know where it went."

Gou Zhu said: "You didn't absorb it all, did you? Only the eighteenth generation of the ancestor of the Song family needs Song Lan to achieve the Three Flowers of the Golden Elixir, right?"

While he was speaking, the power of spiritual consciousness came out like the rays of the scorching sun, illuminating Song Ruhai who was originally hiding in the haze, leaving him with almost nowhere to hide.

Song Ruhai's expression suddenly changed, he closed his eyes tightly, covered his ears, and shook his head violently.

"Impossible! Impossible!"

Gouzhu deliberately used the power of his Nine Refinements God's consciousness to wake the man up from his dream.

Doing this is actually dangerous. If Song Ruhai wakes up, it's fine. If he can't wake up or is still struggling between half-asleep and half-awake, he may collapse and become possessed.

However, he had to do this. When a person dies in a dream, if you try to make him wake up, there is still a chance, but if you ignore it, there is no hope.

When Song Ruhai opened his eyes again, the whites of his eyes were already covered with clear black lines. But at this time, he calmed down.

"Just because of that selfish woman who betrayed the family, the hundreds of years of hard work of eighteen generations of my Song family will be ruined in one day?

"Instead of so many people dying in vain? Why not let me achieve the Three Flowers, refine the immortal body, fly these people to the sky together, and enjoy the blessings of the heavens?

"To put it bluntly, you are just jealous of my achievements."

The black line extended to his eyebrows, and his eyes suddenly became extremely fierce on his face.

"If you stand in my way, don't blame me for not caring about our friendship. Whether it's you, Lian Ling or Lian Ping, whoever stands in my way will be killed!"

In his heart, from the moment the sect blocked his path to enlightenment, the so-called friendship between the same sect no longer existed.

As he spoke, the black lines on his face spread across his body and extended to the ground.

Gouzhu's body suddenly felt stiff, and his limbs seemed to be entangled with countless thin threads, making him unable to move.

Looking around, he saw that there were no causal soul threads in the air landing on him, and they were all temporarily blocked by the mysterious cold energy outside his body.

But under the dim flickering oil lamp, the black lines on the floor spread like shadows, already entangled in his shadow.

Song Ruhai's technique is called "Borrowing Shadows to Create Forms" and it is one of the Soul Sect's techniques.

Although Xuan Ming's magic power is powerful, it can only be applied to real objects, but it is helpless against ethereal shadows.

As long as the causal soul thread controls the opponent's shadow, it can deduce the cause from the effect. If the shadow cannot move, the body cannot move either. If the shadow can be controlled, the body will also be controlled by it.

"I'll trade you for Song Lan, and I don't believe Lian Ling won't agree!" Song Ruhai sneered.

Although he fell into the devil's trap, his inherent thinking pattern still existed.

In his opinion, the only person Song Lan can seek refuge with is Lian Ling. Lian Ling is also a human being, and as long as he is a human being, there is nothing that cannot be settled with a reasonable deal.

One is her Taoist companion, and she should be very clear about the importance of the rebellious daughter of the Song family who only became her disciple halfway.

He took out the jade slip and planned to send a message to Lian Ling to ask for a replacement. But as soon as he had this idea, he heard an uproar, and Gou Zhu, who was under his control, turned into a ball of water, fell to the ground, and flowed everywhere.

It’s water again!

His causal soul thread can only contain things with divine souls. When Gouzhu takes away the distraction from this water body, it turns into ordinary water. His soul thread has no effect of controlling objects, so naturally it

I can only let it fall apart.

In an instant, he felt an extremely cold wind blowing by, and he seemed to be frozen into ice.
Chapter completed!