It's too child's play to just watch the excitement in exchange for the use of divine power.

Bu An originally thought that he would have to pay some other price, but when Wei Seventeen heard this, he smiled and said, "Then I will teach you the art of instilling spirits with one hand first." ”

"What do you mean?"

"Drive the aura with divine power, infuse all beasts and plants, and help them become demons. Wei XVII said quite complacently.

Bu An was shocked when he heard this, and said in his heart that it was no wonder that the Moon Worship Cult had so many demons to drive...... When I thought of this, I was suddenly horrified.

Su Su always said that she was originally a civet cat in the mountains, and it was Gongzi who gave him spiritual power, didn't she lie? What she said was all true?

"You are very good at writing poetry, and Reiki must not be a problem for you. Wei XVII said as he looked around, and then ran towards a barren mountain.

Bu An hurried to follow.

When he reached the top of the mountain, Seventeen shrugged his shoulders and said, "It is said that Shenzhou has a strong aura, I don't know if there is enough here." As he spoke, he opened his arms, looked up at the sky, and muttered to himself: "Just release the divine power as much as possible, envelop the aura, and there must be no leakage, the more cages, the better the effect......

Bu An listened carefully, but saw that Seventeen's arms gradually closed, as if catching an invisible huge round ball, and then slowly compressed it, and finally wrapped it in the palm of his hand, like a handful of water.

"At this time, you must ensure that the divine power and the divine soul are connected unhindered and cannot be blocked, otherwise the demon you make will be a fool......"

Seventeen slowly bent down, still carefully holding the invisible aura in his hands, and approached a pale yellow wildflower.

"If you point a hundred beasts to demons, you will irrigate their eyes, and if you point plants and trees to demons, you will irrigate their roots......"

Bu An leaned in front of her and looked carefully, although he couldn't see the aura, he roughly understood what Seventeen was doing.

I saw that she slowly aimed her hands at the roots of the small yellow flower, patiently explaining how to use the weakest divine power to probe the roots of the grass and trees to find its essence, and how to leave the slightest opening, and how to pour the aura mixed with a trace of divine power into its essence......

"Spiritual power and spiritual energy are one and the same thing, so if a practitioner wants to use spiritual power to drive spiritual energy, he will not be able to do it by taking water from water, but divine power is different from spiritual energy, as if he is drawing water from wood......" 17 This is explaining the principle of spiritual infusion.

Bu An probably understood, although there were some different opinions, such as one of the six arts of Confucianism, the art of etiquette, and one of the six mysteries of Taoism, the curse Xuan, which is a means of using spiritual power to drive aura, but these two methods are both open and closed, and they are far less subtle and meticulous than the spiritual infusion technique demonstrated by the Seventeenth.

"Found ......" Seventeen smiled between her eyebrows, obviously saying that she had found the spirit of this yellow flower.

Immediately afterwards, the yellow flower grew miraculously in front of the two of them, the grass stem became thicker and thicker, and in the blink of an eye, it was as thick as chopsticks, the grass blades shook and spread, the petals bloomed and then withered, and the whole flower and plant suddenly withered in the process of rapid expansion, and finally fell to the ground, without a trace of life.

Seventeen raised his foot and stomped on the astonishing remains of the flower, his face raging.

"What the hell is this place, thinner than the aura on the island!"

Bu Anxin said, this ghost place is not something you found yourself. There are places in the world where the aura is strong, but it does not include this barren mountain range.

"It's okay, it's okay, I just need to understand. He smiled comfortingly, and then wanted to try it himself.

Seventeen's anger has not subsided, seeing his hands facing the sky, he sneered: "The divine power is colorless and invisible, if you want to control it easily, it is simply difficult, and the art of instilling the spirit is even more exquisite. ”

Bu'an was reminded by her, but his spirit was greatly lifted.

The divine power is colorless and invisible, that is for others, and since he has practiced, the divine power obtained by rubbing ghosts can be seen and touched-when I first used it to play the pipa, I still felt that this colorful ghost qi was just beautiful, but it was useless.

"Try it casually, maybe I'm very talented, and I'll be able to learn it......" Bu An said with a smile as he looked up at the sky, carefully forming a round ball more than three feet wide from his detached divine power.

The divine power on this ball is escaping all the time, and Bu An needs to spread out more divine power from the dantian divine soul from time to time to replenish the escaping part. And a place that is not careful, and escapes the fastest, will form a hollow.

Seventeen is really right, if he really can't see the divine power, he will probably have to practice for a year and a half.

Seeing that his expression changed again and again, Seventeen shook his head: "You really think you are a genius, this girl also practiced for three months back then......"

She hadn't finished her sentence, but she saw that Bu'an had already folded her arms, and her palms formed a ball, as if she held a round ball that she could see and touch in the middle.

You must know that the larger the ball surrounded by divine power, the more difficult it is to seal evenly, that is, the most difficult part will be completed in a few breaths.

"Really?" Seventeen looked puzzled, "You're pretending, aren't you?"

Bu An didn't answer, just squatted down slowly, and concentrated on holding the divine power ball between his palms, and at the same time, because it was still escaping, he was always drawing divine power from the divine soul to replenish it.

"How do I know where its spirit is?" said Bu'an, pointing to a weed.

"Test with divine power, if you feel it, take your time and experience it with your heart......" Seventeen saw his solemn expression, and while he was surprised, he didn't feel like he was acting.

Hearing this, Bu An exclaimed a trace of divine power, and slowly leaned towards the root of the weed in front of him, and then his heart moved, as if in his soul, there was an extremely faint resonance.

Right in front of him, the part of the weeds close to the soil actually glowed faintly, and a wisp of multicolored silk spread from the bottom to the top, along the grass stem.

Bu An hurriedly leaned up the ball surrounded by divine power, causing it to leak out a tiny hole, facing the thread of color.

Immediately, a faint divine power was absorbed, flowing with the colored thread. Bu An couldn't see the aura, but he knew that this faint divine power must be wrapped in the aura.

Sure enough, in an instant, the weeds in front of him soared sharply.

Bu An was startled, and his hands almost trembled, but fortunately, he had been practicing the Lie Que swordsmanship for a while, and the control in his hands had long been different.

In this way, he just couldn't see the trend of the weeds growing wildly, and concentrated on compressing the ball of divine power, pouring all the spiritual energy wrapped in it into the essence silk threads of the weeds' roots.

When he raised his head, there was already a delicate woman standing in front of him, her face was green, and she had no trace on her body.

"Master......" The woman called softly, then her eyes closed, and she fell to the ground, and then turned into a grass again, and after a while, it gradually withered.

Seventeen looked at the withered grass, then at Bu'an, swallowed his saliva, and then opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it, and then looked at the withered grass, and swallowed again, as if he didn't believe what he had just seen.

"I said I was talented. Bu An spread his hands: "Why don't you believe it." ”