Lin Feng's gaze shifted from Sang Luohe to Shi Xingyun, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"There's something wrong with this girl. Her soul is very special." Lin Feng could see Shi Xingyun's mana fluctuations at a glance, but if the other party didn't get out of his body, even the powerful soul wouldn't be able to see through it.
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But when Lin Feng looked at Shi Xingyun, he always felt that her soul was a bit weird, which made Lin Feng very interested: "It seems that the soul warlock from Beirong may be kicked out of the iron this time."
Sang Luohe walked slowly to the Hidden Dragon Pot, but instead of entering the Hidden Dragon Pot like Shi Xingyun, he sat cross-legged on the ground.
The onlookers looked at him curiously, but they saw Sang Luo sitting on the ground with his eyes closed, with a peaceful expression on his thin face, as if he was asleep.
"What is he doing? Isn't he going to enter the Hidden Dragon Pot?" This question came to the minds of many people in the crowd.
Only a few people could vaguely see that a faint light and shadow floated above Sang Luohe's head, turning into a stream of light and entering the Hidden Dragon Pot.
Zhu Yi turned to Lin Feng and asked: "Master, is that the soul of Sang Luohe? But, how could it be like this?"
When a monk's soul leaves the body, the stronger his Taoist cultivation, the stronger the soul becomes, and the clearer his posture after leaving the body becomes.
The souls of monks in the Nascent Soul Stage leave their bodies and appear to be the same as real people in the eyes of others. Those who have strong souls in the Golden Core Stage monks are also extremely clear and agile, as if they have condensed into a solid entity.
Sang Luohe specializes in cultivating the soul, but after his soul left his body, it was as blurry as a shadow in the daytime, almost transparent.
Lin Feng said: "This is the mystery of Beirong Wangting's soul Taoism. Pay attention and observe, and you will gain more."
Zhu Yi, Xiao Bu Dian and other disciples nodded in unison and looked at the Hidden Dragon Pot with their hearts.
In the pot, Shi Xingyun raised his head, looked at an open space, and said with a slight smile: "Sang Luohe's soul skills have indeed been passed down by the Beirong Royal Court."
In the space of the Hidden Dragon Pot, Sang Luohe's voice suddenly sounded from all directions. Everywhere.
"I made Princess Xingyun laugh. Please give me some advice."
Before he finished speaking, Shi Xingyun's eyes suddenly turned dark, as if he had fallen into an abyss, and his six senses were completely deprived.
She wanted to retreat, but found that she couldn't move at all. This kind of situation that she couldn't even control herself could easily make people feel fearful and anxious.
But these feelings of Shi Xingyun were not understood by the people watching the battle. Most people could only see Shi Xingyun standing quietly on the spot, as motionless as a clay puppet, while Sang Luohe's body was still sitting quietly.
Outside the hidden dragon pot.
"Has it started?" Zhuge Fengling was confused and confused.
Yue Hongyan and Yang Qing also frowned. They looked at the Hidden Dragon Pot with doubts in their eyes.
The little boy tilted his head slightly and said to Zhu Yi: "Second senior brother, I could see San Luohe's vague figure, and then I saw a black shadow suddenly appear from him and pounce on Shi Xingyun, and nothing else could be seen.
I can’t see it anymore, how much can you see?”
Zhu Yi stared closely at the light and shadow reflected on the mouth of the Hidden Dragon Pot, and replied casually: "Not much more than you. You can clearly see that the black shadow is a big man with a ferocious expression, and his whole body is covered with purple tattoos."
"I can't tell what happened after this black shadow fell on Shi Xingyun."
Lin Feng said from the side: "That is the Nightmare Dark Prison technique among the secret soul skills taught by Beirong Royal Court. It can suppress other people's souls, cut off the connection between the target's soul and the physical body, and imprison the opponent's soul in one's own body."
The spell deprives the opponent of his six senses."
With Lin Feng's current cultivation level and soul strength, although he could not figure out the principle of San Luofa's spell, he could see the effect of the spell on Shi Xingyun.
Comparing the characteristics of some famous soul and mystic arts in Beirong Royal Court, it is easy to know what Sang Luohe did.
The little boy frowned slightly: "Almost without a trace, Beirong Royal Court's Soul Technique is too difficult to guard against."
"It's useless to you." Lin Feng said with a faint smile: "There are two kinds of power that can best restrain the soul and secret arts. One is the thunder method. When the thunder is heard, the soul will fly away. The brilliant thunder method does the most damage to the human soul.
, so it is also the most restrained in Divine Soul Taoism."
"Apart from Lei Fa, the opponent that Divine Soul Warlocks least like to meet is precisely the most prolific martial arts monk in Beirong Royal Court."
Lin Feng patted the little one on the head: "A powerful martial arts monk, with strong Qi and blood, as hot as the sun. His soul is closely connected with his powerful body. It is difficult to shake easily, and he can effectively restrain the soul technique."
Among his disciples, the one who is least afraid of Sang Luo He is Xiao Doan. Although Xiao Do Dian's soul is weaker than Zhu Yi, his physical strength is extremely strong and he controls the power of wind and thunder. He will only take advantage of Sang Luo He.
, you won’t suffer any loss.
Zhu Yi nodded beside him: "This is exactly the truth. When the blood is strong, the ghosts and gods will fight against the changes, and all evil will not invade."
"That's what I say, but there are only a few people who can do this." Lin Feng said in his heart: "Except for a few people, the rest of the top 16 Jindan people will have a huge headache when facing Sang Luohe.
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Lin Feng glanced at the people in the venue. The elders of each family were also doing some popular science for the disciples. But in fact, most people still felt confused when they looked at the Hidden Dragon Pot.
People tend to be most afraid of unknown things. Most of the people present were looking at the body of Sang Luohe sitting in meditation outside the Hidden Dragon Pot, with deep fear in their eyes.
This is a Dharma competition, which is why Sang Luohe is so careless. It can be imagined that in a real life and death fight, Sang Luohe will first hide his body properly, and then leave his body to fight the enemy.
For most people, they have already been tricked without even seeing San Luohe.
The little one looked at the Hidden Dragon Pot: "How will Shi Xingyun deal with it?"
Before he finished speaking, Shi Xingyun in the Hidden Dragon Pot had already given the answer.
The girl in yellow, who was originally like a clay sculpture, suddenly moved her dull eyes, and instantly regained her vitality and aura, but in her eyes, there was something completely different from before.
The girl moaned in a low voice, but the sound she made was not human language, but strange syllables like a dragon's roar.
Above her head, a shadow of a dragon actually appeared. It was lifelike, clear and picturesque, and its majestic power spread out, which was frightening.
"I see, I just said that I felt something was wrong with her soul." Lin Feng suddenly realized, shook his head and laughed: "But I never expected that this girl actually smelted the dragon soul of an ancient celestial dragon into her own soul."
Naturally, it was impossible for Shi Xingyun to smelt the dragon soul on his own, and it would have to be the help of the Great Qin royal family.
The original intention of doing this was probably to help her practice the Taoist skills of the Five Emperors True Dragon Secretary, but a side effect was that it made her soul extremely powerful.
At least, at the level of the Golden Core stage, Shi Xingyun's soul is definitely the most powerful existence.
King Zuoxian of Beirong looked at this scene, his eyelids twitched twice, shook his head, and looked at Shi Zongyue: "You are really willing to spend money. Is that the dragon soul of a pure-blooded ancient dragon? Taixu Temple is not willing to raise a dragon.
If you use it this way, I don’t think even Prince Chongyun of your country would be treated like this, right?"
Shi Zongyue smiled slightly: "This is the only case in our Daqin, but this opportunity for Xingyun was given to her by her brother."
After hearing this, all the Yuanshen bosses present looked slightly moved, and then quickly returned to normal.
In the Hidden Dragon Pot, the sound of dragon chants from Shi Xingyun's mouth could not be heard. She put her palms together, and light golden white light circled around her body, turning into a roaring platinum light dragon, which originated from the White Dragon Emperor's book.
Supernatural powers.
Shi Nebula's platinum light dragon flashed with dazzling metallic luster all over its body, and kept jumping. The sound of sizzling electric current sounded, and billowing thunder appeared around the body of the platinum light dragon.
"Roar!" The phantom of the dragon soul above Shi Xingyun's head, and the platinum light dragon in front of her, together let out an extremely violent roar, like the roar of a heavenly dragon, and like the explosion of thunder.
Waves of violent sound waves shook the entire space inside the Hidden Dragon Pot.
The originally invisible sound waves spread around like water ripples, and soon there was a sway in the air, revealing a vague figure, which was the soul of Sang Luohe!
Since the beginning of the war, Sang Luohe's soul has finally been exposed to the public, and everyone can clearly see its existence with the naked eye.
The blurry figure was shaking violently, as if the porcelain had been greatly shocked and might break at any time.
And the roar of Stone Nebula is endless, long and melodious, as if it will never stop.
After Sang Luohe persisted for a moment, his soul suddenly flew out of the Hidden Dragon Pot and returned to his physical body. His physical body shook violently. He opened his eyes, his eyes full of weakness, and sighed: "I lost.
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Everyone watching the battle in the venue was talking a lot, and they all looked at Shi Xingyun and Sang Luo in surprise.
Lin Feng smiled, turned to look at Zhu Yi and Xiao Doan, and said, "How?"
The little one smiled and said: "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."
Zhu Yi said quietly: "If it weren't for the internal strife, the overall strength of the Qin Dynasty would be even worse than that of the Zhou Dynasty."
Shi Xingyun had also come out of the Hidden Dragon Pot at this time, politely raised his hands to Sang Luo, and then saluted Shi Zongyue and King Zuoxian of Beirong before slowly walking back to the Qin Dynasty camp.
From beginning to end, her expression remained calm, without any hint of complacency or arrogance.
Lin Feng looked at her and nodded slightly: "Let's not talk about other things, but based on the strength of the soul, this woman is probably the number one among the golden elixir stage monks present now."
"A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. What's more, this camel from the Qin Dynasty is just a little old and is still far away from death."
While he was thinking in his mind, Lin Feng suddenly felt a reaction from one of his sound crystals.
What surprised him was that the person who sent the message was actually Xiao Yan, who had not heard from him for almost a month.