and pulled the tiger skin with the little fat man in the back mountain, but fortunately, the two reached an agreement, and the two helped each other in the team, which was called the Alliance of the Weak.

After all, the teammates are too strong, and if one of them comes to eat black, both of them are very dangerous.

Jiang Ming smiled and returned to his residence with the "Soul Together" and the unknown piece of black iron. Since everyone is already teammates, the improvement of the strength of teammates is also a guarantee for everyone.

So Jiang Ming unceremoniously took the ancient book directly, but he didn't give it a dime. The little fat man couldn't say it when he was angry, so he could only admit it, who made Jiang Ming's mouth seem to output a flower, and he told the little fat man that he was dizzy one night.

Li Ziting had already fallen asleep in the house, and Jiang Ming didn't feel sleepy, so he simply opened the ancient books and continued to study.

Most of the souls are lodged in the mud pills, and when they are used, they move as they like, and people don't feel that you are using the soul at all.

For example, Jiang Ming controlled his spiritual power to make a water polo technique, which was actually a kind of use. The divine soul came out of the mud pill and came to the dantian to control the spiritual sea to send out spells.

Although this book is "Soul Together", what was said in the early stage is a method of forging souls, and cultivators need to pour the dantian spirit sea into the mud pill palace to achieve the purpose of forging souls.

The book clearly states that at the beginning, you must be careful, you can only take a little spiritual power from the spiritual sea, and slowly enter the mud pill, if the technique is too rough, the light one will lose the soul and become demented, and the heavy one will be directly destroyed and there is no possibility of rebirth.

Jiang Ming continued to study this chapter repeatedly, and after his heart was ready, he closed the book.

Looking inwardly at his own dantian, a small cycle has been formed inside it, the spiritual sea turns into a white mist through the ice silkworm Gu, and the white mist falls back into the spiritual sea through operation, and so on.

Linghai is pure and has no attributes at all, if he doesn't have that mysterious vision in his body, he doesn't know what his spiritual power attribute is. However, these didn't matter, because even if he didn't have a vision at the moment, due to the appearance of the Ice Silkworm Gu, he would also transform Jiang Ming's spiritual power attribute into Ice Cold.

Then look at the mud pill inside is a gray piece, as if the universe has just been born without any color, it is not black, black is just a description, his mud pill palace at the moment should be a wasteland of nothingness waiting to be developed.

Jiang Ming picked out a thread of spiritual silk from the spiritual sea and slowly rose, the dantian was like a thick earth, carrying everything about the cultivator's cultivation.

And the mud pill is like the sky, you can't see through it and you can't touch it, but if the heavenly way is damaged, no matter how much you practice, it will be a broken will.

The spiritual power that is out of the spiritual sea is like rootless water, and it disappears before seeing the mud pill.

Jiang Ming was not discouraged, so repeatedly, but in the end it was fruitless.

"With such care, the spiritual power can't reach the Mud Pill Palace at all, so how can you forge the soul?"

This time, Jiang Ming controlled a wisp of spiritual power to rise, and this time it did not dissipate, and soon came to the periphery of the Mud Pill Palace, and further inside was where the divine soul lived.

At this point, Jiang Ming pulled out a trace of it, Jiang Ming's divine soul power was already weak, and it was the first time that he had such a precise control of spiritual power. At this time, his forehead was already covered with sweat, and his clothes behind his back were already soaked, but he completely ignored it and controlled his spiritual power wholeheartedly.

That trace of spiritual power floated in front of the Mud Pill Palace, cautiously tempting, like a shy woman who was careless.

First enter a little bit and then abruptly withdraw, and when you find that there is nothing unusual, you enter again and then withdraw again. After repeating this six or seven times, Jiang Ming controlled his spiritual power to enter in one go.

And at this moment, Jiang Ming didn't seem to be Jiang Ming, but that trace of spiritual power, and what he saw was a void in his eyes. How small he was at the moment, especially lonely in that gray world that saw no color.

His arrival did not bring any ripples to this world, he was not even as good as a stone. Because the stone can still stir up ripples when it enters the water.

Soon, that trace of spiritual power disappeared and dissipated in the Mud Pill Palace.

Jiang Ming, who had regained his clarity, did not feel the slightest change in his soul, as if everything was still and nothing had happened.

The evening breeze blew slowly, and Jiang Ming felt a touch of coolness. After being sober for a while, I was even more cold in a sweat, and I was afraid for a while.

When his perspective changed to that trace of spiritual power, he knew what he was facing, that was the world, that was the way of heaven. No, no, no, that's the unknown, that's what human nature fears the most.

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"Look, good, how did it turn black there?" cried out sympathetically and worriedly.

"No, did it wake up so soon? that annoying thing. ”

"Who is he?"

"Evil! ”

But the darkness doesn't make a sound, you don't move in that corner.

Zen observed for a while, and then said again: "He is not evil, otherwise he would definitely come back to show off, he will show off his strength." ”

"And what is he?"

"I don't know, but let's not mess with him. ”

As the words of goodness fell, the darkness grew a little stronger, but kindness and compassion were not found.

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Jiang Ming didn't dare to try again, at least not now, the impact on him was too great, and he decided to wait.

He took out the black iron from his arms, and it seemed that the black iron could continuously absorb his spiritual power, or it could not absorb it. This confused him.

There was nothing to do at night, and Jiang Ming continued to send cold spiritual power into it, but he entered the black hole without any accident, and there was no feedback.

Several experiments were fruitless, and Jiang Ming also lost interest, but when he thought that if this was really a treasure, then it should be useful to recognize the Lord with blood.

With the mentality of giving it a try, Jiang Ming bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of essence blood on the black iron.

The black iron suddenly shone brightly, and the dark substance on the surface slowly fell off. Jiang Ming fixed his eyes and saw that it was a white fossil-like thing.

Just when Jiang Ming was about to study it carefully, a drop of his own essence blood landed on the palm of his left hand, and then the white fossil seemed to be alive, and it was pasted on it.

This startled Jiang Ming, and he hurriedly tried to buckle it off for him with his hand, but the thing seemed to grow on his hand and couldn't be taken off at all.

When he was anxious, the white fossil slowly fused into his flesh and blood. Jiang Ming didn't care so much, he picked up a stone casually and wanted to smash it into his left hand.

The moment the stone fell, his left hand involuntarily secreted a milky white object, which became extremely hard in the wind. The rock in Jiang Ming's hand was instantly shattered.

"My dear, what the hell is this?"

Jiang Ming was just about to move his left hand when a tingling pain came, and then his entire shoulder shook unconsciously.

Then he saw his left arm tumbling like a bad eater's belly. Then a sharp pain that cannot be described in words spread.

Jiang Ming only felt that his arm was constantly being shattered, then reorganized, then continued to be crushed, and then reorganized, and so on.

At this moment, his left arm had flipped to an angle that ordinary people could not understand, and Jiang Ming's whole body was also twisted and fell to the ground, he was so painful that he couldn't even scream, and he lost the ability to control his senses.

Then it was as if he heard a tearing sound, and then liquid was left on his arm. Jiang Ming guessed that it was blood. What he couldn't see at this time was that his left arm was flashing with strange lines, which were strange words.

If anyone who has studied history might recognize it, it is a script written by the first people they know appeared on this continent. It's something that modern people can't understand, and they call that kind of writing "witchcraft."

This kind of writing is in line with the way of heaven, and modern people can't write it at all, that is, the monk who has collected the greatest achievements, and if he wants to write a word like this, he has to use up all his qi, and he may also catch up with life.

This kind of writing is like the will of heaven, if you can write a word "death" in this font, then the people of the entire continent may explode on the spot.

But Jiang Ming couldn't see it, he couldn't bear the pain anymore and passed out. It was a strange arm that was left moving uncontrollably.