Yang Yi was obviously stunned after learning what had happened, he carefully recalled the location and distance where he absorbed the aura between heaven and earth yesterday, and when it was determined, Yang Yi was suddenly wet with cold sweat, but he didn't dare to reveal the secret, he could only hope that the president would be able to push him away quickly.

What a seasoned person the president was, when he saw the smile on Yang Yi's face disappear and put on a somewhat frightened expression, he vaguely guessed that it was wrong, but he was not sure that Yang Yi had done this, he immediately closed the door, turned around and asked sternly: "You should tell me what is going on this time, right! Does this matter have anything to do with you?"

"I didn't ...... No!" Although Yang Yi was still quibbling, he was obviously lacking in confidence.

Seeing that Yang Yi was so weak-hearted, the chairman was even more sure that Yang Yi must have something to do with this matter, and he immediately scolded him very harshly: "You are still stubborn! Tell me what is going on, maybe there is still a chance to remedy it." ”

Yang Yi, who was weak-hearted, still didn't resist the pressure of the president, and told the whole story of the matter in 1510, and then looked at the president pitifully, hoping that he could find a solution.

"Hey!~" After thinking about it for a long time, the chairman let out a long sigh and said to Yang Yi: "I also know that you don't have a heart, but this matter has already alarmed other super warriors, even if I told them not to investigate, there is no excuse, the matter is too difficult to do." ”

"What will the association do with me if I admit it?" Yang Yi was a little unbearable to see the president so bothered, thinking about the pain and helplessness of losing his cultivation and suddenly losing the aura between heaven and earth, Yang Yi was ruthless, ready to admit this matter, in order to give an explanation to the samurai who he had inadvertently hurt.

"What will you do, the Spirit Devouring Termites are what will happen to you!" the chairman glared at Yang Yi fiercely, angry at his naivety.

"......" Yang Yi was speechless, although he wanted to do something to the samurai as compensation, but he didn't want to die yet, he still had a lot of people who couldn't give up.

Seeing the president's lonely departure, Yang Yi lowered his head gloomily, thinking that he had inadvertently ruined the bright future of a samurai, Yang Yi deeply blamed himself and secretly regretted his recklessness.

A month passed quickly, and Yang Yi was very careful when cultivating the aura between heaven and earth in this month, lest the last incident happen again, and the mercenary association seemed to be instructed by the president, and no one was arranged in Yang Yi's vicinity.

After many inquiries, Yang Yi knew that the last incident had completely passed, and the warrior who was injured by himself was forcibly promoted to an intermediate warrior by the chairman with a large amount of cultivation resources, although it was impossible to continue to upgrade in the future, but the position of the head of cultivation materials still gave him some balance in his heart.

Back to the temporary residence arranged by the president in the mercenary association, Yang Yi really felt the president's carefulness to himself, the rare natural crystal lamp hung high on the roof, rich and imposing, the bright aura emitted by the crystal lamp showed a gorgeous color through the reflection of the natural crystal, which made people dizzy, and the whole roof was shrouded in beautiful colors, but the strangeness of this crystal lamp was not here, its most peculiar thing was those beautiful aura, just out of the range of the roof, all the gorgeous aura suddenly gathered into a bunch of bright and soft white aura, illuminating the entire hall without a trace of paleness, lying on the carpet with long fluff and looking up at the roof, I couldn't see any color, and all the gorgeous aura seemed to have suddenly disappeared.

"Is it beautiful here?" Ling'er didn't know when she came quietly to the surprised Yangyi, and the thick hand-woven green carpet on the ground completely absorbed Ling'er's footsteps. Even Yang Yi, who was very alert, didn't feel Ling'er's arrival.

Seeing Yang Yi nodded, Ling'er also lay down beside Yang Yi and looked up at the roof, and said gently: "In the past month, whenever I think of you, I will lie here and wait for your return." ”

"As soon as I reach the level of a high-ranking samurai and complete the initial vision, we will go back to my hometown, find a remote place, cultivate our own land, and live an ordinary and happy life. Yang Yi was also infected by Ling'er's tenderness, and now he is also a little tired of the boring cultivation and those unknown battles every day, and even he has an urge to stay away from the hustle and bustle of this earthly matter with Ling'er now, but he can't, here is his miss for his family and loved ones, there is the president's expectation of himself, his promise to protect Ling'er, and Tiantian and Du Yazi, the two girls who have a kind of inexplicable feeling.

"Hey!~ When will this dream come true!" Ling'er felt very happy when she heard that Yang Yi also had the determination to lead herself to an ordinary life, but she knew that it was impossible to achieve, not to mention Yang Yi's strength, but her own duties as a worm warrior did not allow this, Ling'er could only hide this empty promise as a beautiful dream in her heart.

Home is everyone's harbor, only home can make people feel warm and safe, Yang Yi has always been happy that he can now have a home, although this home is temporary, but there are people who love themselves and care about themselves at home is enough.

With a strong sense of security, Yang Yi gradually entered the state of cultivation, this month in the mercenary association, Yang Yi has always blamed himself for his mistakes, even if he keeps cultivating the aura between heaven and earth every day, it is greatly reduced, and there is no speed when he usually cultivates the aura between heaven and earth.

Feeling the aura dots between the heaven and earth around him, Yang Yi found that he could control the black silk thread again, what was this black silk thread that had made Yang Yi think hard for a few days, and then after the president's analysis, he knew that this was Yang Yi's own spiritual power, that is, spiritual power, originally spiritual power could not be perceived, even if it was as strong as the president, but Yang Yi could perceive and control it, this may be that although the golden divine consciousness was sealed, it was used frequently before, and it still had a great bonus effect on his spiritual power。

In fact, spiritual power is not generated by the aura between heaven and earth, but from the depths of the soul, although Ling'er's aura realm between heaven and earth is much higher than Yangyi, but the silk thread formed by spiritual power is very short, even less than one-third of Yangyi, even if Ling'er seals her own aura between heaven and earth, Yang Yi can determine the strength of her aura between heaven and earth through the exploration of spiritual power, because no matter what, the soul will never lie.

Yang Yi's current control of spiritual power can be said to be extremely proficient, as long as it is within the scope of his perception, all the spiritual energy spots between heaven and earth cannot escape the capture of Yang Yi's spiritual power, hundreds of black silk threads are scurrying around in the world of Yang Yi's perception, if it weren't for Yang Yi's current perception range of only about ten meters, he may be able to recover his heaven and earth aura in an instant.

Waiting is boring, Yang Yi is really bored at this time, after the aura of heaven and earth within the perception range is captured and absorbed, Yang Yi can only wait, waiting for the aura of heaven and earth active in other places to enter his perception range.

Yang Yi, who had nothing to do for the time being, was bored to control those black silk threads with his mental power, ordering them to pose in various shapes according to his own wishes, these silk threads seemed to be able to penetrate any object, no matter how chaotic Yang Yi's orders, the silk threads did not show any signs of entanglement, and Yang Yi, who was curious, wanted to know why these silk threads could form the appearance of an entity that he saw, but at this moment, he suddenly remembered a scoundrel, the scoundrel who had blocked himself but was killed by himself, when he rushed through the scoundrel's block, Yang Yi had clearly felt the existence of these silk threads, and penetrated through the silk threads, Yang Yi even felt the beating of the scoundrel's heart, and he successfully killed him by tearing the rogue through the silk thread. Thinking of this, Yang Yi was extremely excited, and he knew that he had found a unique way of attacking, the previous means.

"Since the silk thread can make itself feel the opponent's heart, can it expand the scope of its perception?" Yang Yi drew inferences and immediately began to try his own ideas, and in his opinion, there was no danger at all, and he could completely let it go.

The black silk threads no longer spread around, they formed the shape of a ball under the constraints of Yang Yi's efforts, and suddenly, except for a thin silk thread used to control the direction of the ball's movement, Yang Yi cut off all other silk threads from himself. Yang Yi wanted to immediately send the ball out of his perception range, but the remaining silk thread was too fragile, Yang Yi just used his mental power to gently shake the ball, the silk thread was already crumbling, and Yang Yi was also dizzy, as if he had been tired for a long time, Yang Yi knew that this was an inevitable reaction caused by the excessive use of his spiritual power, but he didn't dare to act easily, for fear that if the thread broke, those spiritual power threads would completely lose their control, so it would not be long before Yang Yi wanted to recover.

After a period of continuous concentration of spiritual power, Yang Yi felt that the broken spiritual power threads slowly appeared again, although they were only shorter, but after Yang Yi gathered all of them into the silk thread that controlled the ball, it was enough to double the size of this silk thread.

Seeing that his spiritual power silk thread could really quickly merge within his control, Yang Yi was no longer lazy, he immediately concentrated all his mental power to meditate hard, and concentrated all the spiritual power silk threads that meditated out on the silk thread connecting the round ball, gradually, the silk thread had reached the thickness of the chopsticks, and gently moved the ball, and the silk thread no longer had the very fragile feeling just now, at this time Yang Yi put his mind at ease and controlled the ball to slowly move outside the range of perception.

"Boom!" Yang Yi's head suddenly made a loud noise, and a strong vibration knocked Yang Yi unconscious.

After fixing his spiritual power, Yang Yi began to extend his spiritual power along the silk thread, he wanted to see what kind of world was in the ball he released/

"Ahh Everything is so real.

"Is this the power of the soul? I can already banish my whole soul out of my body?" Yang Yi was overjoyed, he thought that he had found the true meaning of his soul, that he had found the law of the movement of all things.

Dissatisfaction and the status quo are the common advantages and disadvantages of all races, Yang Yi is not satisfied with just probing the living room, his spiritual power is still extending, he wants to try how strong his spiritual power can be, how big the scope of support is.

Spiritual power can ignore the existence of objects, and Yang Yi's spiritual power shuttles through all rooms in the house without hindrance, and even the door protected by the magic circle is useless under Yang Yi's spiritual power, and it does not play any role.

Gradually, Yang Yi's spiritual power probed farther and farther away, and Yang Yi only took half an hour to explore all the places where he lived, in which he peeked at the whole process of bathing a middle-level beautiful warrior on the same floor, and it took two incense sticks.

Yang Yi wanted to continue to extend his spiritual power, and when he wanted to inquire about Zhang Huanming's refining of the Sweet Worm Clan's battle armor in the training base, a conversation in a room caught his attention.