"Hmm..."

Ling Qi groaned, and Qin Shou respectfully waited for his response. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Qin... Shou, if I am willing to develop your potential, are you willing to give up that power in your body? ”

"You should know what I'm referring to. ”

Ling Qi suppressed the spirit root's impatience, rubbed the ring of fire on the middle finger of his right hand, and said lightly.

This is also thanks to the body of this spiritual root, which solidifies the passage of the other world at the end of the clone.

These two soul aliens, although due to the nature of the soul, will cause everything related to the soul to ignore the actual spatial distance. However, dominating different bodies can still cause "distraction", that is, the power of the soul cannot be concentrated, so there is still a certain difference between them.

Since the ontology basically does not need the power of the soul to control the action, and only needs to leave a little consciousness to guide the almost omnipotent origin power, most of Ling Qi's soul and spirit root are almost all "transferred" to the clone.

This does not mean that the subject and object are reversed, but in order to prevent further assimilation and erosion of the power of the unknown source, it is also a practical need.

The soul and consciousness are completely different concepts, the soul can be separated, but the consciousness cannot, unless it already has divinity, and the two are one.

Therefore, the difference between duties and points is still in order, and both of them are Ling Qi, there is no doubt about this.

Qin Shou's body did not move, he lowered his head and couldn't see his face clearly, and after about a few breaths, he calmly raised his head and said firmly:

"I don't dare to quit if I want to. ”

"Actually, the secret in the jade jue was only discovered yesterday. It's just that it's clear that it's not something I can grasp, so it's a shame to abandon it. ”

Qin Shou's words didn't know if he said them to himself, or explained them to Ling Qi, or both.

Ling Qi bowed his head and smiled slightly:

"You're good, get up. ”

Saying this, it seemed to be very satisfied and polite, but Qin Shou still wanted to show his loyalty, which was also the way to be an official, but his body stood up against his will, and his mouth also said against his original intention:

"Do as you are told. ”

There was finally a hint of horror in his calm gaze, and his indifferent expression could barely be maintained, and it was very reluctant to let himself not be afraid.

This man...

Ling Qi casually placed the jade jue in the dragon's mouth on the side of the seat, as if this was not a Kui treasure containing strange ancient powers, but an ordinary plaything.

Qin Shou didn't dare to look more, until Ling Qi pointed his index finger to the center of his eyebrows, and the blood in his whole body was stagnant by the cold and piercing sensation, and his pores also contracted rapidly.

He felt a condensed evil aura penetrate his mind, and he almost couldn't help but pull out his hidden waist knife and slash off the finger that could kill him at any moment.

But he eventually held back.

As his eyebrows heated, a little hot stuff poured in with a large amount of information, something like instinctive inheritance, and before he could digest it, a majestic and vast force surrounded him, trickling into his body.

Severe pain and itching struck in bursts, Qin Shou only thought that this was the inevitability of developing potential, and he didn't know that another newcomer had not suffered so much at all when he was transformed, so he gritted his teeth willingly and endured it.

More pain meant stronger transformation, but also more destruction, and this was because there was an extremely mellow and long force in his body that was being extracted little by little, and because Ling Qi didn't feel the need to take special care of him in this regard.

At the same time, Ling Qi extracted the soul fragments belonging to Qin Shou, and the wisps were taken away one by one, as if they were peeling off the skin.

The pain is worse than the physical reorganization. Even a warrior who has been trained in the ice and snow since he was a child, and whose will is as strong as steel, can hardly help but faint in pain.

According to what he had thought, Ling Qi transmitted the fragmented soul that had been pieced together to another place thousands of miles away from this world space through the soul channel opened by his own self, and then through a certain node in that place, a door of death that gradually opened, wrapped in the power of Yuan Magnetism, and sent into it.

He called it the burial of the soul.

Having lost about one-eighth of his soul, Qin Shou only felt a sense of spiritual weakness, on the contrary, a feeling of incomparably strong and full physical body. This is completely different from the powerful feeling brought by the power from the jade jue devoured the night before.

That power is like a legendary master who has a sense of qi, he can feel it, but it is not easy to use, because it does not belong to him, and he has never had a similar experience.

Now the strength in his body is the same as the physical strength that has been exercised over the years, and he can fully exert 100%, which makes him feel that his choice is not a loss.

Of course, Qin Shou couldn't tell the truth about everything, such as the origin of Yu Jue, he concealed a very crucial part. Another example is that the devouring of that power is not really purely accidental, but the accidental and inevitable result after many attempts.

If he had been as loyal as he had appeared, he would have died in the barracks and on the battlefield. And in that case, he would not have killed Angremir, who gave him his name, and would not have turned his back on the object of his allegiance and turned his name to the king of the West.

He is very willing to obey the strong, this is not loyalty, but the educational philosophy he received from childhood. If there was anything in this world worthy of his loyalty, it was in the past.

Compared to Qin Shou's pain and happiness, Ling Qi was a little hesitant at this moment.

After burying Qin Shou's soul, he was supposed to transfer the "alien power" that he was supposed to devour later, a kind of earth power that was different from the power of Yuan Magnetism, but somewhat similar, and mutated, to the spiritual root.

But for some reason, it was obviously a soul and two bodies, and from the perspective of the main body, he suddenly thought that it was enough to leave Yu Jue to the clone and the spiritual root, and he didn't need more "investment".

It seems that the left and right spirit roots themselves can also strengthen the power of the alien species, for example, the power of his Yuan Magnet is now much stronger than at the beginning, and the initial investment does not seem to be important.

Besides, the spiritual root has been inherited for thousands of years, who knows if there is a similar power seed hidden in it that has not been discovered?

If the power of the unknown origin is unreliable, could it be that the spiritual root is reliable?

After all, it is foreign, and it is even rarer to resist the erosion and analysis of the power of the unknown origin.

And the power of the unknown origin is finally drawn by himself!

Out of this thought, Ling Qi inexplicably violated his original intention and began to store this power in the body, in fact, he wanted to experience it with his heart and let the power of the origin analyze.

The spiritual root can only use and strengthen this power, but the power of the origin can be analyzed, simulated and reconstructed, and the advantages and disadvantages are also clear at a glance.

Thousands of miles away, under the mountain range where Dolgodo was located, Ling Qi took the dull-faced Charr and was about to return when he suddenly froze in place.

He frowned, as if he was thinking about something, and it took a long time for him to be relieved.

Indeed, perhaps this would be more suitable. He tried to make the clone independent and based on the spiritual root, didn't he just not want to hang himself from a tree?

But in this relief, he was still a little uncomfortable, because this was not his original intention.

It's not surprising that a person going to do something will have different ideas. But if a decision has already been made, and it is not forced to improvise, the thoughts suddenly change again, and even more so after the behavior, this is still somewhat strange.

He silently thought, if one day this kind of contradiction in thinking is so big that it is irreconcilable, and this kind of "cutting first and then playing" becomes a habit, won't it become schizophrenia?

Ordinary people have only one possibility of schizophrenia going crazy, and he...

Ling Qi shook his head, rejecting this speculation, because this changed decision was at least something he could approve and accept. Moreover, the act was made at the same time after the decision was conducted, and he could have stopped it at that time, but he didn't, because although the spirit is different, the will is one, and there is no such thing as cutting first and then playing.

Ling Qi didn't want to think too much about it, and looked up at the sky, letting the gloom and emptiness calm the fluctuations of his thoughts.

Behind him, Charles' gaze was glazed.

The distortion behind him gradually has a tendency to expand.

Lonely Mountain, once Lonely Mountain, now Dead Volcano.

Barr stands in front of the volcano, and its huge figure makes the volcano, which is thousands of meters high, look less majestic, like an ordinary mound.

Barr spread his huge wings behind him, and his handsome face was full of solemnity.

In front of it, there was a black dot so small that it was almost ignored, and when it was magnified a thousand times, it was a sturdy male human, wearing tattered armor, and looking at the posture, it was actually confronting a demon hundreds of meters high!

"Roar!! otherworldly... Demon God, you should not provoke the great Lord of Baal, let alone test the patience of the Lord Baal with your small, lowly, and little divinity!"

The giant demon is in a strange state, it claims to be himself, but it is the Lord of Baal. In this way, it is as if it is no longer the great demon Baal who is about to sublimate, but another existence, an unknown existence named after Baal!

The demon looked like he would be trampled to death with a single kick at his feet, it was Ling Qi's old acquaintance, his former captain of the guard, Farion!

Farion's appearance was also quite strange, not referring to the tattered outfit, but his face was covered with billowing black gas, which looked like it was charred and smoking, but it was not funny, because it was exuding a thick ominous.

"Baal, little demon, how dare you steal my power!"

"I am the first apostle of Hittis to sit down, and I will call you back to the seat of God in the name of Hittis!"

Farion's voice was no different from the past, but it was tingling cold and indifferent regardless of whether it was an image or a look.

Apostles, what is an apostle.

Believers who honor God's name and wish to be sent, who walk in the Lord's service, who are given authority, who have the power to preach the gospel, who are gifted to teach the truth, and who are to open up their faith, are called apostles.

Ling Qi used to be known as the apostle of Hittis, but this is just a gift of glory, in fact, regardless of him or Hittis himself, everyone knows that he is not worthy of the name.

The apostles in Baal's eyes are even less like God's believers.

Because no believer in God dares to speak for God, but he dares to speak out, which means that the apostle is not just an apostle, but some kind of doppelganger of God...