As soon as the hair Qi Ling appeared, it immediately jumped in Wang Xiaoming's hand, and it seemed that he wanted to strangle Wang Xiaoming's neck again. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wang Xiaoming hurriedly grabbed the hair, then bit his fingertips and squeezed out a drop of blood.

"Sizzle!"

Blood dripped down the hair of the Covenant Spirit, and a trace of red mist rose before turning into white smoke.

The Law of Blood Refining!

The method of blood refining has been popular in the Dark Alliance for a long time, and it is said that it can greatly improve the compatibility between the spirit and itself, making it less likely for evil qi to invade itself. Wang Xiaoming doesn't know how effective it is, but it's always good to try.

Watching his blood evaporate little by little, Wang Xiaoming felt that his hair Qi Ling was a little quieter. A strong connection was clear between him and the Hair Covenant, as if the hair belonged to him and should be controlled by him.

But in the dark, another force is vying with him for control of this hair. Whenever the two of them fought, the Hair Pact would become confused, or rather, it would lean more towards the dictates of another power.

"It's so weird, is there another owner of this thing?"

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but think of the phantom that disappeared in a flash in the world of all souls. Could it be that the phantom has an independent consciousness and is fighting with him for control of this hair? Is it also that it wants to kill itself?

"Impossible, right?"

With a feeling of surprise, Wang Xiaoming competed with that force for a while, and finally gave up.

Being able to become one of the two masters of the Hair Pact Spirit is already his limit, and he can't go any further.

Pulling the hair pit back into the soul space, he summoned another pact.

This silver-white demon spirit, like moonlight, was clear, transparent, and incorporeal. It should belong to a special class of covenant spirits, but the specific ability has not yet been figured out by Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming observed this pact spirit for a while, and made sure that it was not abnormal, before proceeding to the blood refining.

The blood mist rose in the silver-white demon spirit, and Wang Xiaoming's blood was also rapidly consumed. It took a full ten minutes for the demon spirit to be refined by blood.

Wang Xiaoming gasped heavily, and after refining two Covenant Spirits in a row, he was a little tired. But this is not the time to rest, because the Moon of the Spirit is about to rise.

Adjusting his breathing, Wang Xiaoming watched the moon of Han Ling rise.

When the moon rose, a vast aura also poured out from the two covenant spirits.

The silver-white demon spirit is indeed the most evil thing. The evil aura in its aura carries a supreme manipulative power, as if it wants to become the master, become a god, become the master of everything, and make it impossible to resist from the bottom of one's heart.

The opposite of the demon spirit is the dark aura in the hair spirit. It is deep, deep, dark, like heaven and earth, immovable, whatever it is, it can only be obliterated by this darkness.

"It's too powerful!"

Feeling the vast aura and evil thoughts on the two covenant spirits, Wang Xiaoming was secretly frightened.

All pact spirits can emit aura when the moon of the spirit rises, but the aura of ordinary pact spirits is very small, only a cup, a scoop, or a jar, which is also the reason why those spirit masters are not happy to cultivate and have to take medicine.

The evil spirit of Wang Xiaoming's previous life, like a stream, was gushing out of spiritual energy in a turbulent manner, a hundred times stronger than ordinary spirit spirits. It is precisely because the evil spirits are so special that the evil spirit protectors are called the most qualified spirit masters.

And now Wang Xiaoming's two spirit spirits exude a vast aura, like two seas. The evil spirits of the previous life are also very small in front of them, and they are not worth mentioning!

The demon spirit, sure enough, is the most terrifying pact spirit in the world, and it is irresistible!

"It's good that the two of them are fighting each other." Wang Xiaoming thought secretly.

When ordinary spirit masters are cultivating, the aura on the spirit will directly penetrate into their bodies, improving their cultivation.

However, due to the incompatibility of Wang Xiaoming's two contract spirits, the aura was attached to the spirit spirits, condensed but not dispersed, collided with each other, roared, and only a small part of them splashed down and poured into Wang Xiaoming's body in the collision of the two forces.

Although only a small part of the body poured into his body, Wang Xiaoming still felt unbearable.

The aura of the evil spirit is like a stream, constantly surging, it can make countless people go crazy, Wang Xiaoming's two spirit spirits splashed out of the aura, like the waves of the sea sprinkled on the shore, surging, surging, full of power, even more crazy.

"Hold on, hold on!"

Wang Xiaoming gritted his teeth, guarded his heart, and let the endless evil thoughts brought by the aura surging in his heart. Now he is like a traveler swimming on the edge of a cliff in the night, and if he is not careful, he will fall into the abyss from which he will never recover.

Thirty minutes is not a long time, but Wang Xiaoming feels that it has passed 10,000 years.

When the moon of Hanling gradually fell, Wang Xiaoming was sweating through his clothes, but he had a smile like the morning sun on his face.

Gently pulling the sleeve of his right arm, he found that the wound on his arm was completely healed, and he couldn't even see the scar.

Reiki can promote physical recovery, but the average person does not have much aura, and the recovery effect is ordinary. It will take at least a week for the spirit disciple to fully recover from this injury, and the spirit master will be better, but it will take three days.

But Wang Xiaoming's two spirit spirits were too powerful, and the vast aura was stirring in his body, and it only took thirty minutes for his injuries to completely recover.

Standing up, Wang Xiaoming gently activated his aura, and then was suddenly startled.

"The strength of this aura is...... Spirit Disciple Level 8? ”

There are ten levels of spirit disciples, and ordinary spirit masters do not rely on external forces, and it takes decades to reach level eight from level one, and even the best owner of gold-level spirit spirits will take ten or eight years.

Of course, wealthy spirit masters will not waste their time in the spirit apprentice period, they will find ways to shorten the cultivation time. However, even if the financial resources are boundless and there are sufficient elixirs, it will take one or two years to reach level eight regardless of the consequences.

The Evil Spirit Guardian is similar to the person who is the limit of the medicine, and it takes one or two months to upgrade to the first level, and it also takes one or two years to reach the eighth level.

But Wang Xiaoming, from level 1 to level 8, only took thirty minutes!

What a horror!

"The demon spirit really deserves to be a demon spirit, I didn't stand in the way, I only absorbed the sputtered aura, and I climbed eight levels at a time. If all the aura comes at me, I'm afraid I'll already become a spirit master, and of course, my sanity will be completely destroyed by the evil aura. ”

Shaking his head, he sighed: "No wonder the Dark Alliance immediately killed the Demon King when it found out, a person with such a cultivation speed and completely lost his mind is terrifying!" ”

Taking two steps forward, Wang Xiaoming let the aura fill his entire body, and then hit a big tree.

During the period of spiritual disciples, every time he ascended one level, he could increase the strength bonus of about 100 catties after using the aura. Wang Xiaoming has become an eighth-level spirit disciple, and this palm weighs 800 catties!

Rumble!

Click!

The trunk of the big tree broke in response to his blow!

"Whew, with this strength, things should go much smoother today. Tsk, eight levels in one night, it's unbelievable. ”

"Let's go see Jing Jing first."

Carefully returning to the door, Wang Xiaoming saw a girl slipping out of the house. This is what the two of them agreed on yesterday.

"Jingjing, how is your cultivation?" Wang Xiaoming asked.

"Let's make peace, I used the method you taught me to increase my aura." Zhang Jingjing said softly.

"There's nothing unusual about the intermediate process, right? For example, if you feel like your brain is messed up, you feel bad, you have a lot of weird thoughts, etc.? ”

Zhang Jingjing blinked suspiciously: "Why are there those things?" I'm just filling my body with aura, and I'm very energetic right now. ”

Wang Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief. In this way, Zhang Jingjing's pact spirit is exactly the same as a normal pact spirit, unlike evil spirits and demon spirits, which contain evil powers.

"Let me see." Wang Xiaoming pressed his hand on Zhang Jingjing's lower abdomen, and then his face was full of surprise: "Level ten? You actually reached level 10 all at once? ”

He thought that his level eight in one night was enough to rebel against the sky, but he didn't expect Zhang Jingjing to be level ten in one night!

If it weren't for her inability to condense the spirit vortex, I'm afraid she would have become a spirit master!

This cultivation speed makes many geniuses who knock medicine cry to death!

The pact spirit from the ninth heaven is really extraordinary!

"What is level 10 and can you eat it?" Zhang Jingjing asked inexplicably.

"Forget it, I won't explain it to you yet. Listen, today we are going to kill a spirit master, you have to listen to me completely, or we will all be in danger. ”

"Spirit Master? The most powerful soul master? The girl's eyes widened.

The Spirit Master is not the most powerful Spirit Master, but he is the backbone of the Spirit Master. The number of Spirit Venerables in the entire Bohai Kingdom is very small, and it is the countless Spirit Masters who support this country.

"Aren't you going for revenge?" Wang Xiaoming touched the girl's head.

Zhang Jingjing's father was assassinated by the gang at the behest of the mayor, and the mayor was a spirit master!