The teleportation ceremony is about to begin. Dao Yichi and A Lei will be divided into two shifts and wait 24 hours a day in front of the Jinxiu Pavilion to protect them. Qing Huan cannot sleep at all these days. She needs to guard Shi San.
Keep him by his side and replace his glucose injection at all times to prevent his body from experiencing spiritual overdraft.
Next to the teleportation charm, dozens of glucose injections were piled up. The amount was enough to replace all the blood in a blue whale. Even so, Qing Huan felt that it was not enough, so she specially prepared a tube of Lin Xi's
Blood syringe, because Lin Xi's body has stopped breathing and endocrine relations, Qing Huan cannot extract liquids such as saliva. However, according to the information fed back from the laughing torpedo, Thirteen reacts more strongly to Lin Xi's blood, so he is prepared for emergencies.
It's needed.
"Are you ready?" Qing Huan had already finished drawing the talisman on Thirteen.
"Let's begin." Thirteen closed his eyes.
"Soul transmission! Start." Qing Huan bit his finger and used his own blood to touch the ground in front of Thirteen. Using this as a key, the entire Black Eden earth suddenly trembled, and the black dog's blood drew a
The huge spell array emitted a coquettish red halo. Suddenly, there was a huge flash of red light. Thirteen's three souls and seven souls were extracted from the body and condensed into a light bullet in the soul cannon.
It shot into the reincarnation space underground.
The advantage of fighting with the soul is that no matter how injured the body is, you can face the battle with full strength; the disadvantage of fighting with the soul is that once the soul is seriously injured, congratulations, even gods can't save your little one.
Fate, you will completely disappear from the three realms.
The process of soul transfer completely confused Thirteen's concept of time. It felt like only one second had passed, and it seemed as long as a century had passed. Thirteen half-crouched and fell to the solid ground in a "Terminator"-like posture, with his whole body
**, with well-defined muscles. He holds multiple spiritual release machines in his hands, and a sword niche hanging on his waist. This is his entire outfit.
The first thing Thirteen had to do when he came here was... lift up that damn head! What Qing Huan didn't tell Thirteen was that in order to increase the control of the soul, the gods set the gravity of this reincarnation space.
It is set to be five times as big as the human world. Even if you just stay here, it is like carrying hundreds of kilograms of shackles for the soul. No matter how awesome you are in the human world, in the underworld, you must first learn to crawl.
Started.
But some special souls can be excluded. According to the rules of the underworld, the strength of souls is divided into four types: bronze, silver, gold, and stars. Generally, the souls of humans and animals can only be regarded as bronze. If nothing else, their best
The state can adapt to the gravity of the reincarnation path and stand up after ten years.
Silver: The soul of a practitioner, the soul of an outstanding human being, but it takes at least one month to move freely.
Gold: Alien souls. There are very few souls of this level. They are the kind of souls that are born with the ability to travel around the three worlds. They have extremely strong adaptability and talent. Qing Huan falls into this category, so she has never known that there are other souls.
Something like gravity difference.
Stars: This is the soul quality that only gods and demons have. It is the super soul quality that humble humans and animals pursue in their lives. Not only can they move freely in this samsara space, but they can also control the space.
Of course, the level of the soul can be changed. By surviving in the reincarnation space for a long time, the bronze can evolve into silver, the silver can also become gold, and the gold can become the stars of gods. For example, the most famous arrester in the history of the Underworld Bureau
The ghost master Zhong Kui evolved into a godhead in the underworld and had a job.
Of course, it is extremely difficult to evolve. It contains too many uncertain factors. Whether it is destiny or chance, it is something that can be encountered but not sought.
When he first arrived in the reincarnation space, Thirteen's soul, which was still a silver-level soul, fell into a situation where he could only squat here and do nothing for three days.
Discovering this predicament, Thirteen was so panicked that he almost went crazy, "Move the hell!!!" Thirteen roared and competed with himself, his voice echoing through the sky.
I saw the muscles on Thirteen's body twitching and rattling, covered with beads of sweat, but they were unable to destroy the shackles of gravity on their bodies.
"Either let me die now! Or let me move!" Thirteen gritted his teeth, the muscles and veins all over his body bulged, and he activated the first level of the Reverse Muscle Art, and he was finally able to raise his head.
"Not enough! Not enough!" Shisan roared and exerted force again, the black tendons turned into red color, and the second stage of the reverse tendon technique was launched, and he finally stood up tremblingly.
Qing Huan, who was in the present world, was confused by Shi San's bulging red veins on the ground. The two glucose bags for infusion were almost sucked dry by Shi San's blood vessels. Qing Huan quickly put on four bags and injected them together.
.
"Asshole, inform the logistics department and send me glucose. These are totally not enough!" Qing Huan answered the call from the logistics department.
Is this the limit? Thirteen mastered the second level of Nijinjue just over 2 months ago. According to Dao Yichi's estimate, to reach the third level, Thirteen would need to be at least 30 years old to be able to do it.
However, when Dao Yichi pushed a cart of glucose infusion bags to the inside of Jinxiu Pavilion, he was stunned by Thirteen on the ground. He saw An Jing as if he was sleeping, and the muscles all over his body were pulsating...
…turns into a tea-gold color.
"Nijinjue... the third level? How is it possible?!" Dao Yichi was at a loss for what to say. There was no shortage of geniuses in the history of Taoist Esotericism, but no one had ever been able to do it in just a few months.
Just going from the second level to the third level cannot be explained by talent.
"Stop looking! Come and help!" Qing Huan was so busy that she and Thirteen were changing the injection bags. Now they have been replaced with 10 bags of injection fluid for IV drip, but the water level of those ten bags has not dropped at the same speed.
How much slower.
The third level of Nijinjue can transform decay into a magical realm, which can increase the power, speed, and intensity of the physical body to a superhuman level, but in this desert of souls, it is only enough to allow him to walk like an ordinary person.
"Much more comfortable." Thirteen looked at his wealthy gold version's body and began to take stock of the surrounding environment.
The so-called soul desert is really a red earth wasteland so barren that there is no edge. There is no sun in the sky but it is always bright as day. The hot environment is close to 45 degrees, and it feels like the skin made by the soul is being scorched.
generally.
Not to mention animals, not even a blade of grass can be found on the surrounding land. There are strange rock pillars and small peaks everywhere. I don’t know which uncreative designer designed this land.
The feeling of staying here even for a second.
Thirteen walked on the hot red earth and began to look for the railway track Qing Huan mentioned. But the first thing he found was a white skeleton leaning under a rock. This man dressed in explorer uniform
The skeleton told the consequences of staying here. Thirteen had no intention of digging a hole to bury the old man and obtain some martial arts secrets, as written in martial arts novels.
What he was staring at was a pair of shorts and leather boots of the skeleton. People are like this, even if they have turned into ghosts, they still can't let go of their useless shyness. Thirteen, a rude tomb robber, reached out to take off the skeleton's pants.
.
"Brother, is it really okay for you to be so impatient when we first meet?" the skeleton suddenly spoke.
"Damn!" Thirteen was frightened. Although he has seen a lot of ghosts, he has never seen a skeleton talking. It is said that there are evil spirits like skeleton soldiers in Europe, but this is the first time that Thirteen has seen them.
.But soon, Thirteen regained his composure and continued to take off the male skeleton's shorts.
"Brother, I haven't tried a man yet, can you be gentler?" the skeleton said shyly.
"You're under your influence, you gay skeleton, just die and make some contribution to me!" Thirteen forcefully pulled off the skeleton's shorts and boots.
"How could you do this? Xiaosheng has just been napping for decades. When he wakes up, he is teased like this by his brother. How can you let Xiaosheng meet people in the future?" The skeleton huddled its legs aside and cried sweetly, but
There were no tears flowing from those empty eyes.
"By the way, who are you?" Thirteen asked while putting on his pants, just like every rich and handsome man would have the same attitude after sleeping with a cute girl.
"Brother, don't you have eyes? Isn't Xiaosheng just a set of bones?" Bones turned his head and said.
"Don't tell me?" Thirteen drew out his gold-plated mace and gave it a wild beating, which made the bone scream, "It feels so good! Yes! It's right here! Hurry up! Don't pity me just because I'm a bone.
!”
After fighting for less than half an hour, Thirteen was so tired that he dropped his heavy mace on the ground. Even though his whole body was blessed by the third level of Nijijue, Thirteen actually failed to hit a heavy mace that could break even steel bars.
There was no trace of bone cracks on the bones of the skull. On the contrary, Shisan's jaw was as painful as if it was about to split open due to the shock.
"It feels so good, brother. I haven't been beaten so happily in decades. It feels like I'm alive again." The skeleton stood up excitedly.
"Okay, I know who you are...you must be the legendary 'cheap bones'." Thirteen gasped while supporting his knees with both hands.
"Brother, I have good eyesight. Xiaosheng has long forgotten what it was like to be alive. Xiaosheng once went through many hardships under the hands of the king of hell in the 18th level of hell and the 10th palace. He lived for about 1,000 years, right? But he still couldn't atone for his sins and reincarnate.
.
In the end, Xiaosheng couldn't bear it and fled from the underworld to this desert of souls, but until the memory disappeared with the wind, all that was left in his bones was the feeling of being whipped.
Xiaosheng longs to be spanked again, but he still can't find his way back. Brother, can you help me?" Shisan looked at Thirteen longingly, although he had no eyes to express his longing.
"Do you want me to take you back to the underworld?"
"No, please continue to whip me like you just did." The bitch's face was full of shyness, although he had no face to show it.