"Okay, use this mass of mantra liquid to control them with spiritual power to draw the spell pattern of the refining body on the refined animal skin, remember to use soul sense to control the slow flow of these liquids, not one thick and one fine, but absolutely fine...... Okay, this is a total of 100 body refining charms, you will stick one on your back every day, and then fill the wooden bucket with water, soak in it, and practice the exercises. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

After completing the last step, Brother Sheng handed him a hundred animal skins with mysterious spell patterns painted on them.

"Brother Sheng, I want to ask you a question, my talent demonic nature has been sealed by the Heavenly Sealing Curse, so has my soul talent also been sealed?" Leng Xiaoshi stretched out his hand to take the first base of spells handed over by Brother Sheng, squeezed it in his hand, gritted his teeth, and asked hesitantly.

"Not sealed." The corners of Brother Sheng's mouth hooked up a faint smile, as if he wanted to see through Leng Xiaoshi's thoughts.

"Then ......" Leng Xiaoshi paused, raised his head to look at Brother Sheng, and was about to say what he thought.

"The Curse Master is not as good as you imagined, accumulate well, with your current ability, even if you open up the Soul Sea, it is impossible to go too far on the Curse Heaven Master, but it will leave sequelae because of the unstable foundation and premature opening up the Soul Sea." Brother Sheng frowned suddenly, then stretched out, crossed his hands, and said to Leng Xiaoshi with a serious face.

"Oh, then I'll go to cultivate." Leng Xiaoshi suddenly looked a little lost when he heard this, pursed his lips, and slowly turned around, holding a spell with red lines on a yellow background in his hand.

"Okay, you cultivate well, I promise, one day, I will pass on the inheritance of the Spell Heavenly Master." Shaking his head, the corners of Brother Sheng's mouth unconsciously showed a wry smile, and promised Leng Xiaoshi, who was walking with small steps.

"Okay, gentleman's words, horses are hard to chase, I've cultivated, hahaha." Leng Xiaoshi smiled, walked out of the door quickly, and went to fetch clear water.

Not long after, Leng Xiaoshi **** sat cross-legged in the bathtub with his upper body, and the water around him fluctuated slightly and rippled.

Biting his lip and letting out a long breath, Leng Xiaoshi took out a spell from the Qiankun bag, glanced at the spell, then turned his gaze to the squinting brother on the side, and then said.

"Brother Sheng, you can help me put it on my back."

"Well, you can run the Sword Sutra."

Leng Xiaoshi listened to Brother Suisheng's voice, slowly condensed his spirit, and started the exercises, his "Sword Sutra" had reached the first level of the entry realm, and his strength was already the middle level of the Great Spirit Realm, Leng Xiaoshi had a faint premonition in his heart that he was about to break through.

Thinking of this, Leng Xiaoshi couldn't help but think a little more in his heart, and the exercises worked even faster.

Brother Sheng grinned, chuckled, the spiritual power in his hand condensed, and with a flick of his fingers, the body refining charm was attached to Leng Xiaoshi's back along the spiritual power.

In less than a moment, Leng Xiaoshi felt that the inside of his body was burning, as if he was violently forged by the flames, and every inch of flesh and blood in his body was being burned by the flames, and every inch of nerve clearly reflected the intense pain.

"Ahh

Leng Xiaoshi finally couldn't bear it anymore, his face twitched violently, he roared, the exercise stopped, his eyes were red, and he mobilized his spiritual power to try to extinguish the invisible fire in his body.

"Don't use your spiritual power, otherwise you will lose all your previous efforts and cultivate the Fa." Brother Sheng couldn't help frowning when he looked at the reddened Leng Xiaoshi, his voice was cold, and he reminded Leng Xiaoshi.

"Huh~Huh~Huh~" Leng Xiaoshi gasped violently, as if he had heard Brother Sheng's warning, and tried to restrain himself, ignoring the surging pain, and wanted to re-run the exercises, so that the scattered spiritual power in his body could return to the meridians.

"Ah, ah, raw...... Brother Sheng, no, huh, the flames make my heart numb, how can I cultivate. Leng Xiaoshi endured the pain of the burning fire, opened his eyes, and said to Brother Sheng with a pause.

"Think about the fall of the Leng family, the death of Leng Shaolong, and the suppression of the Pan family, no one in the eyes of the Bai family, and the heavenly sealing spell you set yourself, the road of martial arts, you should pay more attention to your heart, the heart of the Tao is transparent, and the true intention of the strong, you can't bear this pain, how can you take revenge, and how can you protect it." Brother Sheng's eyes condensed, he concentrated, mobilized his soul sense, and his voice went straight to the depths of Leng Xiaoshi's soul, sounding in the depths of his soul.

The words sounded in the depths of Leng Xiaoshi's soul, "If you can't even do this little pain, how can you talk about revenge, how can you talk about becoming a strong person." This sentence echoed in Leng Xiaoshi's mind.

Leng Xiaoshi's eyes suddenly widened, the white light was overflowing, and the spiritual power in his body slowly converged, returning to the meridians, and following the route of the exercises, he began to operate.

And above Leng Xiaoshi's body, there seemed to be a big fire, but Leng Xiaoshi's eyes were as calm as Gu Bo, and the pain of burning his body was still there, but he had a more violent belief in his heart than him, how could he be moved by the fire.

The aura converged into Leng Xiaoshi's body, running Zhou Tian, turning into spiritual power, and Leng Xiaoshi's spiritual mansion was overflowing little by little, slowly expanding.

Immersed in the artistic conception of cultivation, Leng Xiaoshi was not aware of the changes in the outside world at all.

In the wooden barrel, Leng Xiaoshi's body seemed to really start to burn, every inch of his flesh was burning, a large amount of black filth was discharged into the clear water, and the spell on his back was slowly burning, turning into dust, and little by little golden points of light, the dust fell, but the golden points of light merged into Leng Xiaoshi's body.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a smile of relief, and Leng Xiaoshi seemed unwilling to let go of the last bit of energy of the spell behind him and inhale it into his body.

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Leng family, cloth garden

An old man in a yellow robe raised the teacup on the table, put it to his lips, took a sip, then put it down, and slowly said to the middle-aged man who was meditating and cultivating on the side.

"Buyi, there are still twenty-three days left before the plan, I don't know if everything will go well."

"Uncle Shan, I have been preparing this plan for thirteen years, and I must not fail, no matter whether it succeeds or fails, I will leave after this plan and do my own private affairs."

The middle-aged man on the side slowly woke up, opened his eyes, and turned to look at the old man on the side.

"Alas, I hope to succeed, thirteen years have passed, and you haven't changed."

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Heavenly Saint Kingdom, Imperial City Taishi Mansion

An old man sitting cross-legged on a futon suddenly opened his eyes, waved the dust, raised his right hand, and pinched something.

Suddenly, his fingers stopped, and he muttered softly, "Not good." He got up immediately, and before he had time to sweep the dust off his body, he pushed open the door and commanded the two guards outside the door.

"Go and prepare a car for me, I want to enter the palace and meet the saint."

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Leng Xiaoshi was changing into new water at the moment, sticking the spell on his back, and cultivating, his face was calm, and he didn't feel the situation in the outside world at all.

"Boom." "Boom."

For some reason, thunder fell from the sky, lightning flashed brightly, and the sky was surging, but there was no rain and dew, and there was thunder and lightning in the sky.

In the room, Brother Sheng raised his head slightly, glanced at the changed sky, and then retracted his gaze, crossed his legs, and meditated.

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