Bai Long didn't expect Mo Ying to agree so quickly, this is good, the words he had been brewing for a long time to advise Mo Ying were all useless.

Bai Long was dumbfounded for a moment before continuing, "Before that, I want to teach you a technique for cultivating aura. ”

"Good. Mo Ying was obviously not as relaxed and excited as before, but a little dignified.

He has already chosen to make a bet with his life, and if he is wiped out in a while, it is useless to know how to cultivate spiritual power.

"I will teach the exercises to your spirit, if you have successfully resurrected, you have cultivated spiritual power, and you will try to transmit spiritual power into that ring. I'll cast a resurrection spell on you in a moment, and then quickly draw a simplified twelve-figure sealing array on your brow while the spell is in effect, and if nothing else, it will find the chip in your body and suppress it there. After the formation, I will use the last of my spiritual power to drill into your ring and go out with you. In the ten years since you were resurrected, if you have found the rest of my soul, there may be a way to prolong your life. ”

Mo Ying listened to Bailong's meticulous step-by-step explanation, and suddenly felt like he was explaining what was going on. He laughed and shook his head violently, pushing the negative emotions out of his mind.

It will definitely work.

He kept comforting himself.

"Now, sit cross-legged, turn your heart to the sky, abandon distracting thoughts, and meditate. Remember, keep your peace of mind at all times and never open your eyes no matter what you hear. ”

"It's going to hurt a little bit. ”

Mo Ying was afraid of pain, which Bai Long didn't know, but at this time, Mo Ying had already chosen this path, and it was useless to tell Bai Long about this, so he could only endure it himself.

"Hopefully we succeed. ”

Mo Ying followed the command of the white dragon and took a pose, closed his eyes and silently recited the mantra of purifying his heart in his heart.

"Let's go!" Listening to Bai Long's words, Mo Ying, who closed his eyes tightly, nodded slightly, signaling that Bai Long was ready, and then stopped moving, sitting there like a seated Buddha.

With only a loud sound, Mo Ying's brain suddenly swelled and ached, and countless words poured into his mind, as if he was going to burst his head.

"Hmm. Mo Ying's brows were tangled together, and he snorted softly.

"Hold back!" Bai Long's voice slashed into Mo Ying's mind like a sharp sword, making him sober up a lot, grabbing this Mo Ying and then taking a few deep breaths, clenching his teeth, and reciting the heart-clearing mantra frantically in his heart, he quickly recovered his state.

After a while, the pain disappeared, and Mo Ying noticed that there were many more book-like things in his mind, which must have been the qi refining method that Bai Long said, but at this time, Mo Ying had no time to carefully check the content of the formula, and he just hurriedly adapted to it and then plunged into the pure heart spell again.

The white dragon gave Mo Ying a time to adapt, and after a few breaths, Mo Ying felt what the white dragon was drawing on his body with his tail.

At the moment when the white dragon finished painting, Mo Ying felt the pain of pulling from his soul, the pain from weak to strong, intensifying, and later, it was as if countless hands were vigorously pulling his soul, trying to tear it apart.

"Ahh!!h

"Mo Ying, Mo Ying!" Bai Long didn't dare to touch Mo Ying's body easily at this time, so he had to shout Mo Ying's name loudly, trying to make him sober up, but Mo Ying couldn't hear it at all.

Pain, endless pain.

Even if Mo Ying was ready to be in pain, he still couldn't bear such a violent pain.

The feeling of the soul being torn apart is more terrifying than the pain of the body, not to mention that Mo Ying is originally a person who is extremely afraid of pain, which is even more painful. At this time, he had long forgotten what the heart purification mantra was, what resurrection, he just wanted to roar out and vent all his pain.

But how can this pain be vented by shouting?

Mo Ying's body began to tremble violently, if it weren't for his soul body, he would definitely be sweating like rain at this time. Mo Ying was even a little unable to maintain his posture of five hearts to the sky, and he was about to fall.

But he still had a trace of reason left in his heart, and tried hard to tell himself to persevere.

But what to hold onto? Mo Ying couldn't think of it anymore. It's just that instinctively stretching his hands apart to prevent it from clenching his fists, and pressing the backs of his hands downwards against his knees, in place of the desire to clench his fists and hammer the ground.

"Ahh!!!!h

Bai Long knew that he couldn't disturb Mo Ying at this time, and he could only rely on himself to get through the difficulties. After gritting his teeth, he forced himself not to pay attention to Mo Ying, and began the painting of the twelve-character sealing demon array.

"It's going to work, it's going to work. The white dragon prayed secretly in his heart.

I saw that its tail quickly drew twelve shapes in the air in twelve directions, and drew a huge spell in the middle of the twelve characters. The white dragon flicked his tail while saying the words of the ancients in his mouth.

After finishing the painting, Bai Long's originally condensed body suddenly became translucent, and he exhausted the last trace of strength, and struggled to jump into the ring on Mo Ying's hand, and disappeared after a flash of light.

He was also unsure whether his plan would succeed or what the outcome would be, so he had to resign himself to fate.

After entering the ring, the white dragon quickly lost consciousness.

On the seventh ring, Mo Ying's blood was intertwined with the black qi on the collar and seeped into the ground, differentiating into countless filaments that were invisible to the naked eye, wandering and forming formations. Finally, the blood seemed to have found Mo Ying's soul, and the filaments were happily entangled together, and they quickly ran in the direction of Mo Ying.

At the moment when the blood qi and Mo Ying's soul fused, Mo Ying once again felt the same huge suction force as when he was pulled into the twelve-character sealing demon array. After a strong burst of vertigo, the pain of the soul being torn apart was gone, replaced by a tingling pain and deep exhaustion in the center of the eyebrows.

Mo Ying knew that his resurrection was successful.

The space where the white dragon is sealed seems to be much slower than the time here, thinking that the white dragon must be even more tormented when it is sealed inside, at this time, Dean Zhao Qingyu and the others have just finished assembling the children on the field, and they are still asking them to promise that they will not tell the outside world about the encounter with demons.

Mo Ying's body was still unable to move at this time, so he took a breath and felt the inside of his body.

Mo Ying was keenly aware that there was something moving around in his body, and there was a burning pain everywhere he passed, but this pain was a little insignificant to the pain of Fang Cai's soul tearing.

This is the small twelve-character sealing demon array.

After the Demon Sealing Array swam in Mo Ying's body for a week, it slowly stopped at his left eye, and after a rapid and scorching stinging pain, Mo Ying could not feel the existence of the Demon Sealing Array.

It can't be a failure, Mo Ying was a little flustered.

The feather arrow of the Demon Breaking Bow that he made himself was still firmly inserted in his eyebrows, stinging incomparably, the bow was designed to deal with the wicked, in addition to the physical pain, it was more of a paralyzing effect only for the wicked, but at this time, Mo Ying found that the feeling of paralysis in his body was getting smaller and smaller, until it disappeared.

The only explanation for this situation is that the Demon Breaker Bow is no longer aware of the existence of the demonic aura on its body.

It should have been.

Mo Ying hooked his fingers. Well, you can move.

Immediately, the demon opened his eyes.