Among them, the soul is yang and the soul is yin, carrying all the gods and imprints of a person.
The mutilation of the soul is far more terrifying and irreparable than the mutilation of the physical body, because what is lost is not only one's own memory, but also one's origin.
The three elements are unified into one, and the practice after being promoted to the Martial Saint is called the five internal organs, but in fact it is still the soul and soul.
The reason why it is called the five internal organs is because the soul is stored in the five internal organs, the heart stores the spirit, the lungs store the soul, the liver stores the soul, the spleen stores the mind, and the kidneys store the mind.
This is also the key point for the further transformation of Qi Shen Yuan.
Similarly, if the physical body is still there, you can still swallow elixirs to transform the five internal organs to make up for the damage to the soul. If you only have the soul, it can be said that medicine and stone are useless.
"Replenish the soul, replenish the soul. It stands to reason that the evil-suppressing seal has the power to temper the soul and transform the Yinshen. It should also be able to make up for the damage to the soul."
Looking at the unconscious mantra in the purple gourd, Yang Yu was unsure, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and try.
Ji Dao Kuixing is the master of manipulating corpses and ghosts, but what he is best at is swallowing ghosts, not curing them.
But at this moment, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and try. At least, it wouldn't be worse than it is now.
Buzz!
With a thought, the Evil Suppressing Seal began to glow, the purple gold gourd trembled slightly, and the gourd opened its mouth.
Yang Yushen is highly concentrated and carefully guides the soul of the True Word Taoist to wander between the two great fruits.
Over the years, he has done a lot of similar things, and his mother's soul has been completely refined by him, but now it is not for refining, but for repair.
Therefore, he was nervous and had no confidence.
Buzz~
The purple gold gourd vibrates slightly and spits out wisps of mist. This is the residual soul power left after the evil-suppressing seal was sacrificed to the grass-headed god.
Yang Yushen tensed up, but unexpectedly, the process of integrating these soul powers into the broken soul body of the True Word Taoist was easier than imagined.
Not the slightest bit of exclusivity, just like.
These are the incomplete souls of Master Zhenyan?!
"Is this the split soul of a real person? How could it be such a coincidence?"
As the soul power merged, Yang Yu felt his heart tremble.
In a daze, among the threads of soul power flowing around, various images seemed to appear in his mind.
Among the mountains and above the river, a young man of truth, dressed in white and armed with a sword, walks around the world, enjoying his grudges and grudges, very free and easy and heroic.
Until later, he met the person who traveled with him arm in arm
Outside the room, Taoist Lin remained motionless, and the stone statue seemed to have stood for seven days and nights, blocking everyone, including Qin Si, from the door.
Zhao Kun watched eagerly, but did not dare to step forward. He could only lead a group of fellow apprentices to wait together.
It wasn't until the eighth day after the door was closed that Yang Yu's tired voice sounded in the house:
"Senior Lin, come in."
"Master."
Lin Daoren's body trembled, and he opened the door cautiously. His mind was tense until he heard a familiar voice, and the stone in his heart fell to the ground.
"Lao Qi, thank you for your hard work."
"Master!"
In the dim room, the figure of Taoist Zhenyan was very illusory, but he walked out of the locust tree. Taoist Lin cried with joy.
After the disaster, the master and the disciple reunited, and no one bothered them. There were many people waiting outside the house, but they all dispersed when Yang Yu waved his hand.
The exhaustion of two years of running around broke out in great sadness and joy. Not long after the conversation, Lin Daoren could no longer hold on, so he forced himself to go back to the house and fell asleep.
"Real person." Yang Yu stepped forward to greet him.
"My little friend saved me again."
The voice of the True Word Taoist is still very illusory and has no body. It is actually not easy to communicate with strangers. "No matter what the real person said, if you hadn't sacrificed your life to break the old demon's seven-in-one body, the younger generation would not have been able to escape."
That old demon’s method.”
Yang Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It's just that I don't have a physical body."
As the natural disaster approaches, the soul can exist in the world, but without the body, even if the man of truth was once a martial sage, he is like a duckweed without roots. He can survive for a while, but it is difficult to survive forever.
In fact, this is also true.
Under the seclusion, the person's fate is in chaos. "The seal of pity for life and sacrifice of one's body."
Master Zhenyan didn't care, as he was in a very peaceful mood without the torment of severe pain. He floated to Yang Yu and only glanced at him, already understanding his condition.
"You are already a Martial Saint? But you haven't become the Ten Capitals yet, and you have received the Seal of Sacrifice that was promoted by her three thousand years of cultivation?" Every time he said a word, the Zhenyan Taoist's brows furrowed deeper. By the end of the sentence, he was already
Twist it up.
"The old witch's Taoist practice is superb. I am very lucky to be able to kill her, but I can't avoid this seal of sacrifice no matter what."
Yang Prison did not hide anything and told all the causes and consequences.
Even now, when he thinks about the battle in Dingyang City, he still feels that it was extremely dangerous. The strength of the old witch was unbelievably strong.
It was a bit of a fluke to win.
"Three thousand years have passed, and even a pig's achievements will not be much worse, let alone a genius like her.
As if the past was being recalled, Master Zhenyan sighed slightly:
"Taoism is not as good as martial arts. The road from martial arts to the Martial Saint has come to an end. Going forward, it is difficult to explore, but Taoism is not like that.
It's a bit of a fluke that you can win."
He knew the old woman very well, and naturally he also knew what a thrilling fight lay behind Yang Yu's brief words.
"Not bad." Yang Yu nodded.
The twelfth rank is said to be the limit in the world. For three thousand years, there seems to be no clear proof that anyone's martial arts and Taoist skills exceed the twelfth rank.
But even if they are both at the twelfth level, superior Taoism is often more powerful than superior martial arts, not to mention that Taoism has the ability to complement and superimpose.
Different types of Taoism complement each other, and when superimposed, they can often explode into power beyond the limits of ordinary Taoism. Just like the twelve Taoisms that the old woman finally activated.
If his spiritual energy was not strong enough to support him, his flesh and blood would be evaporated in that moment, and even his dark iron frame could not bear it.
"Fortunately, although she dabbles in martial arts, she doesn't think highly of martial arts. Her three thousand years of practice is naturally far more than any martial saint in the world, but there has been no qualitative change, otherwise."
After walking around Yang Prison, Master Zhenyan's brows eased:
"Your physical strength is not inferior to that of Zhang Xuanba back then, but you can still compete with it, as long as Xiao Si's magical powers are improved.
He is very familiar with Liansheng's mother and his grasp is very accurate.
"In a land with three states, hundreds of millions of people gather together for great fortune. There is no problem for Xiao Si to complete the ceremony. Perhaps, she can also take the opportunity to light up the destiny map. By then, it may not be possible to expel the sacrifice seal, and even turn harm into benefit.
.""That's all it can do."
Yang Yu groaned as he spoke, and blood bleeded from the corner of his mouth.
Two years have passed, and he has gradually become accustomed to the tearing pain that is constantly colliding in his body, but from time to time, it is still difficult to suppress it, and his energy and blood are boiling.
"In comparison, you were promoted to Martial Saint before you became the Ten Capitals, which has a greater impact on you." As he spoke, the veteran couldn't help but sigh:
"At that time, you had not yet become a great master and were still far away, but the old master forgot to warn you.
"Everything in the world is always difficult to satisfy. Now that I have made a choice, I will know the pros and cons and will not regret it." Yang Yu was very calm.
"You have changed a lot in the past few years. This mentality reminds me of Zhang Xuanba back then." Taoist Zhenyan was somewhat appreciative.
No one is born calm and calm, and looking at Yang Yu who is now in front of him without changing his expression, he can't help but feel a little disturbed in his heart.
"The real person is ridiculous, how can this junior compare with Prince Zhao?"
During the conversation, Yang Yu did not stop adjusting his breath. At this moment, he exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his pale face turned red:
"According to ancient legend, the reason why it is difficult to become a Martial Saint is that it is difficult to become a Martial Saint, such as a promotion in rank, and it is difficult to accommodate two ranks in one body."
These days, while Yang Yu was healing his wounds and practicing, he was also thinking about this issue, and being in it, he naturally felt it more deeply than anyone else.
Now, he has determined that the origin of the saying "Become a Martial Saint first, then it will be difficult to become a Martial Saint". It is because the achievement of Martial Saint is almost equivalent to him refining another level.
This can be seen from the fact that the Three Great Path Fruits in his body are becoming less and less active. "Not bad."
Hearing what he said, the mantra Taoist couldn't help but frown:
"Do you have to give up this martial arts? It won't work, unless you completely destroy the foundation of martial arts, otherwise, it won't work at all.
What's more, no one has ever tried this before. If you give up martial arts, you still can't achieve the ten capitals?"
"How could I give up this martial arts that I have developed after twenty years of hard training and hundreds of thousands of bloody battles?" Yang Yu stood up and paced in the dim room. In front of the Master of Truth, he was very frank.
, state your plans.
"Incarnation?!" The old Taoist couldn't help being shocked when he heard this:
"Incarnation is the art of magical power. It is only available to extremely rare ranks. Do you have such magical power?"
"It's not quite accurate to say incarnation, but it's pretty close."
Wiping away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, Yang Yu spoke slowly, while his mind returned to the acupoints through the flow of true energy.
In the wisps of mist, the stone monkey with seven orifices rises and falls uncertainly.
This is not only a natural stone monkey without consciousness and thought, but also the reflection of his chosen "transformation".
It can temporarily carry your own martial arts!
"Are you sure?"
After listening to Yang Yu's plan quietly, even if the Taoist Zhenyan was in such a state of mind, he couldn't help but feel a little frightened:
"You have become a martial arts saint. The foundation of martial arts is connected with your destiny. If you are not good at it, you will not be able to become a ghost."
"Naturally I won't act rashly."
Yang Yu knew the worries in his heart.
But he certainly wouldn't make fun of his own life. With the Cauldron of Gluttony, he could try out the recipes until he was absolutely sure.
"You have to think carefully and don't act too hastily."
The mantra warned.
"Junior understands."
Yang Yu nodded and opened the door.
At this moment, the night has receded, the morning light has broken, and a red sun rises from the sea of clouds:
"Counting the time, it's time for the guests to arrive."