In the past, the Lingtai Sect and Duerta's real conversion process was only physical persuasion.
Work his body first, then his spirit, and carry out beatings, preaching, and influence.
Most of the time, it only applies to ordinary evil people. After being reformed, they will not be released, but will be transferred to other places to make them work in farming, blacksmithing, etc., in order to atone for their sins.
Even for the latter, it is necessary to recite Buddhist sutras day and night. The best effect will be achieved when the muscles and bones are tired, the body and skin are hungry, and the body is exhausted.
Just like this, when you are caught, you are at your most unruly and unruly. If you want to reform someone, you will get twice the result with half the effort.
"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? You can't just not do some things just because no one is doing it." Lin Mo said casually, talking about some Buddhist words he often heard in his previous life.
"This...is the Buddha!" Qingkong was stunned for a moment, but without saying anything, he immediately opened the door and gave way.
He stepped aside and picked up a small notebook with a solemn expression, as if he was recording something.
Lin Mo patted the other party's shoulder encouragingly and walked into the tower.
The entire Duer Tower has nine floors, with a spiral staircase going up.
There are prisons on each floor, and the lower three floors are Datongpu, separated by stone walls.
The middle and third floors are separate private rooms.
The upper three floors are exclusive secret rooms.
There is a special futon in front of the prison for monks to chant sutras and inspire them, and there is a torture instrument next to it for physical education.
As soon as I walked into the tower, I was greeted by the mixed stench of blood, feces, and urine.
Lin Mo looked calm and kept walking forward without stopping.
Soon there was a commotion.
Among them, the loudest one was a goat-bearded man with sunken eyes, yellow hair, and a monk's robe.
"Who are you? Can you save me? Help me quickly!
I am Thuja Taoist. In fact, I am not dead. This entire Thuja Island is mine. The power I lost is on the island.
As long as you rescue me, no, I need a chicken leg now to wake up my sleeping power!
As long as you give me the chicken legs, I will get back the lost power and directly make you a grandmaster, or even a great grandmaster!"
Then there was a clanging sound.
Taoist Goat Beard's hands were wrapped with handcuffs, and he stared at Lin Mo, banging on the cell door and shouting at the top of his lungs.
Lin Mo glanced at the inscription in front of the cell.
I immediately knew its origin.
His name is Ma Sandao, he is a charlatan, not weak in strength, perfect in his destiny, and half-step master.
He is accustomed to deceiving others with words and defrauding money, treasures, and even women's bodies. After enjoying the process of deception, he will kill the whole family of the victim.
He is quite infamous and has thousands of lives on his hands. He has always been able to get away with it because of his skill in disguise and Qinggong footwork.
A few days ago, I happened to bump into a true disciple who was traveling, and he was caught alive and tortured about the corresponding method.
Just when he was about to kill him when he was done with it, he learned that the sect was going to restart Duerta, so he donated his people.
Lin Mo looked at the other party. At the moment, Wu Daotian's body was weak and his mind was unbearable.
He is just an ordinary person with no secrets.
It seems that what the other party just said was a lie.
That's right, there are so many strange things in the world that he can encounter.
Thinking of this, Lin Mo gently opened the lock of the cell door and walked in with a creaking sound...
"You...Hello, I am really Taoist Yabai. Please save me. Please save me quickly. I will give the entire Lingtai Sect to you!..." Ma Sandao did not expect that Lin Mo would really open the door, and he immediately seemed to come to life.
Drawing cakes happily.
Just as he was talking, he felt something was wrong.
Especially looking at Lin Mo's dull face.
Suddenly, for some reason, he felt a little nervous.
Speaking of which, anyone who can enter the Lingtai Zongduer Tower must have a high status. If he really deceives him and not even leaves, the benefits will definitely be huge.
People in high positions like this are the most ambitious and the easiest to deceive.
But at this moment, being watched by Lin Mo, he felt a little frightened for no reason.
"Hello, I didn't...I didn't lie to you. I am really a Taoist priest...If you don't believe it, I can tell you a secret first, a shocking secret..." Masandao stammered.
Lin Mo didn't reply.
He just continued to walk closer, looked around, and then looked away.
"Feel sorry……"
After entering this Duer Tower, in fact, according to the procedures, no matter whether you obey or not, it is impossible to get out. The labor camp all the way, the life with the end in sight, is actually a kind of torture.
In addition, he has done so many evil things...
"Actually, it's okay. Every move is walking, and landing is walking. Death can also be a new beginning, so don't be afraid..."
"??" Ma Sandao was stunned, and subconsciously crossed his hands in a defensive posture.
But I saw Lin Mo hooking his hand.
The next moment, a strange scene happened.
Ma Sandao, who was looking on guard, was suddenly startled and fell straight to the ground.
On his body, a cloud of slightly black smoke slowly floated up, gushes out, and gathered in Lin Mo's palm.
At the top of the smoke is a human face, exactly that of Masandao.
Lin Mo raised his right hand.
Ability to clearly control the presence or absence of the person in the palm of your hand.
The smoke was like a bubble, and he could pop it with a little force.
Holding it in your hands, a refreshing feeling, similar to the pleasure of chewing mint, is conveyed to your mind.
This is nourishing God’s will!
"...It's actually the same as I guessed." Lin Mo couldn't help but feel a little emotional and excited.
"If this is the case, does it mean that I can slowly form a method similar to a scapegoat like a white-faced sneak attack kid? But, is there any limit to this kind of soul-stealing..."
For a while, Lin Mo's mind was wandering and he thought about many things.
But there is no doubt that, according to his understanding, the Black Soul Art of the Dead Soul Sect and the inheritance of the soul hunter have a key, which is to capture the soul with the soul, and the two will definitely influence each other.
"Unfortunately, it was originally promised that death is also the beginning. It seems that the beginning is gone now."
Lin Mo looked at Ma Sandao who fell to the ground. He was no longer breathing and his body was cold, as if he had been dead for a long time.
"Anyway, those who achieved great things in ancient times did not stick to trivial matters and sacrificed themselves to be my strength. This may also have a special meaning."
Lin Mo clenched his hands slightly, and the gray smoke disappeared.
And on the back of his hand, a subtle blood-red trace was now clear.
He opened the cell door and continued walking deeper...
The criminal who was close enough to witness the whole process was so frightened that he huddled in the corner, terrified and afraid to make any sound.
But with a clang, the cell door opened automatically...
A few days later.
After the Enlightenment Pavilion, there is an exclusive martial arts training ground.
The thick enlightenment tree grows tall and straight in front, like a horned dragon. Under the nourishment of a wonderful stone tree in the tree, it is now thicker and more powerful.
The sun shines through the dense leaves, and the light spots that pass through fall on the bluestone.
A faint, mint-like aroma emanated from the tree and filled the air.
Makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Therefore, guarding the Martial Arts Pavilion can be considered a good job to a certain extent, and it was very popular among disciples in the past.
At this time, Lin Mo was dressed in white, eyes closed, standing in the sun.
His breathing was long, and his skin was paler and more delicate. On the back of his left hand, the skin and muscles were trembling, and a coquettish blood mark extended from the edge of his middle finger to his wrist.
After Duetta and his party, he did not hesitate and carried out many experiments.
The new talent he named Zunhun has three abilities.
The first is to seize. After using the ability, it is easy for ordinary warriors and people with weak spiritual will to seize their souls. It is somewhat like the ability to seize souls after mastering the Death Soul Technique.
But this has limitations. Even Lin Mo today can only use it on ordinary masters. As for the great master, after he started to transform, he had to suffer some negative effects.
The second is digestion. As the name suggests, after seizing the soul, Lin Mo can digest and absorb it to enhance his own divine will.
This ability is similar to the Nine Transformations of True Spirit, but it is more specific, specialized, and more effective.
The third is the soul. Just like the white-faced sneak attack boy, he can store and save the captured soul.
Then he attacked him and even killed him.
The latter is naturally the most difficult and troublesome. According to the exploration of talent, only souls and souls of the same level can perform death substitutions.
Once the soul of the soul is not of sufficient quality, it will not be able to withstand corresponding attacks. The so-called substitution death is naturally a joke.
Generally speaking, if it is just a single ability, it can only be said to be useful and fun, but there is an upper limit.
But once combined with the Dead Soul Art, everything changes.
Lin Mo's mind slowly wandered through the notes on the human skin paper.
There are writings crawling on the blue panel of the Talent Orb.
He could feel a restlessness in his body, an irritability arising from his heart.
Qi and blood are abnormally declining and failing.
Visible to the naked eye.
Lin Mo's crystal clear skin began to wrinkle and lose its luster, and his breath changed slightly.
It's like he's getting older and weaker.
In this state, his mental state became more and more full.
My mind gradually became empty.
The air around me seemed to have changed, becoming warmer and softer, becoming like a kitten's down, soft and prickly.
There happened to be bursts of gibbering in my ears.
Hiss!
It was a sound like a wild beast.
The warm world seemed to be spinning at this time. The Wudao Pavilion disappeared and the big trees disappeared. Instead, they were replaced by wind, strong wind, and a desolate grassland.
There are people on it, all dressed in different clothes...
Some were tall, some were skinny, some were male, some were female, some were handsome, some were ugly, they looked at each other wildly and ran wildly on the grassland.
No...not running, but escaping.
Behind it was a black shadow whose face could not be seen clearly.
hiss!
There was another strange noise.
But suddenly, it was as if something happened and it was a foregone conclusion.
Lin Mo was like a third party, watching all this, but also like a participant, as if he had become a member of the grassland below.
It's not who it is, it's the black shadow.
The black shadow collided with those people.
Bang bang bang!
Ho ho ho!
Hiss!
Those people, holding the shadow, were gnawing, kissing, and drooling.
The black shadow was also very crazy, biting one by one, waving its claws at the same time, grabbing the smooth foreheads of those people, and hiding them in the abdomen under their clothes.
Those people were eating at the end of the forest, and the end of the forest was eating at them.
Chewing every piece of meat, sucking the marrow from the bones, enjoying, soul, and fear.
That feeling is very wonderful, refreshing and invigorating, the muscles are trembling, the soul is trembling, excitement and numbness are mixed together.
Lin Mo is obviously crazy, but from a third party's perspective, he is also very calm.
He could see, on the barren grassland, in the sky, there were stone statues modeled after the lake, forming a palace.
The stone statue is huge and the palace is magnificent, but the shape is distorted, it is an indescribable line...
On the ground, below the desolate grassland, as far as the eye can see, there are black sea cliffs, with countless black shadows wandering among them.
[If you want to become an immortal, you must enter a realm. You can see the Three-Day Golden Palace from above, and there are immortals above it. You can see the Qilunhuang Mansion below, and there are souls living below it...]
[The person is like firewood, like firewood. When firewood burns, his soul enters a realm...]
A mysterious murmur suddenly came to mind in my ears.
The scene on the grassland rolled by quickly as if accelerating.
All is quiet.
Those people began to stand up, as if in fear, dancing unknown dances, muttering something, roaring something,
And the black shadow revealed its true appearance, and now its body was broken and turned into a corpse.
The corpse looked like a human or an animal, and was dressed in white clothes...the clothes Lin Mo was wearing...
[If you want to become an immortal, you must enter a realm...see the true body of your true life, observe the three life spans and seven centuries...]
Whisper happened to say.
After saying this, the vast grassland began to fade and was eroded by the blankness. The stone palace above the head and the black sea cliff continued to move away and fade away.
There is only the end of the forest on the ground, all alone.
Those dancing figures and the chanting hymns really became clear, and their voices became louder and louder...
[Those who enter the border...]
[Use the soul to capture the soul, see the upper, middle and lower parts... then... it will be...]
【...Fairy!
...]
The moment the words fell, everything seemed calm.
turn out……
Lin Mo raised his left hand.
The clear red mark on the back of the hand now became darker.
The Enlightenment Tree still stands, its branches and leaves moving with the wind.
The sun shines on the body, and the skin is still crystal clear and white.
Only the red marks on the back of my hands stung a little, as if they had been burned with a soldering iron.…
"It seems to be beyond my imagination. With this soul talent, not to mention the side effects, the cultivation progress is going very smoothly. However, what I suddenly saw is the so-called Three-Day Golden Palace, the Seven-wheel Huang Mansion
?...And that black shadow...is..."
Vaguely, Lin Mo felt that the black figure was him, maybe the Ten Immortals, the Soul Hunter...
Just like when he was practicing the Dongji Qinghua Sutra of Immortality, the big banyan tree he encountered was that person.
With a thought, he summoned the pearl screen of talent.
The writing on Namo Lake has become so solid that it can almost be seen clearly.
[Dead Soul Art: (1/100)]
Once solidified, you can continue to practice on your own track, as before, avoiding the interference and influence of the so-called Ten Immortals.
Seeing this scene made Lin Mo feel a lot more at ease.
"Once the three-day golden palace and the seven-wheel Huang Mansion are solidified, you can use your true life body to capture the soul with your soul. Maybe it will also strengthen your soul-revering talent to a certain extent... But before that, you still need to be careful."
Lin Mo let out a sigh of relief. The strength of the Ten Immortals became increasingly clear as he became stronger.
But compared to others, he can see hope of catching up.
The only price you pay is time and patience.
Fortunately, he didn't lack anything.
At this moment, a mountain breeze blew by, blowing up Lin Mo's hair.
He put it to his ear, frowned, and turned around:
"You are an uninvited guest. Your Excellency came to my Lingtai Sect, but you hid your body. Could it be that you want to test whether Lin has the ability to subjugate demons?"
The empty old trees behind were swaying with branches and leaves, making a rustling sound, but no one was around.