As the days went by, it was boring, but Wednesday was even happier that I had so much time.

On a new day, the Yin Soldier routinely checks around, and then leaves.

Wednesday sat cross-legged again in the corner of the tent.

Today's Wednesday, the cultivation of the soul refining technique is already quiet, and there is no longer a scene of crying father and calling mother, this change, even Meng Po, who has been observing Wednesday, is slightly surprised. After all, people who practice soul refining are basically in the order from feet to head, because if you cultivate the head first, your nerves will be more sensitive, and the pain will be more intense, which is not as simple as doubling it at all. While Meng Po lamented Wednesday's resilience, she also had a little headache. This cultivation sequence just proves that Wednesday has not studied the Soul Refining Technique carefully at all, and if he studies it carefully, then he will find this hint. However, Meng Po was also pleased, because she knew that if she wanted to truly cultivate the Soul Refining Technique to the Great Perfection, then cultivating from scratch would bring great benefits to Wednesday, after all, she was a living example.

Meng Po raised her left hand, and her palm instantly turned into a hazy soul, and after a flash, it returned to a white palm again, the pain was still there, and it was very clear, but there was a light smile on the corner of Meng Po's mouth.

"The little ones are getting more and more interesting. Meng Po muttered softly.

The soul refining technique was activated, and a palm-sized soul in Wednesday's heart fluctuated violently, and then slowly condensed and formed, and Wednesday's body trembled like chaff.

Now the soul in the heart part is already the last piece of soul in Wednesday's body that has not been cultivated, and if this soul is cultivated and formed, then it also marks that Wednesday's soul refining technique has entered the realm of entry. Once you reach the realm of entry, your soul will be able to cultivate the exercises of other underworlds, after all, the underworld also needs to be cultivated, just like the human world.

Syllable......

Wednesday clearly felt that something was breaking in his consciousness, and the sound was crisp, like the sound of an eggshell cracking.

Consciousness sank.

Soul Tempering, Primer.

A deep voice rang out in Wednesday's consciousness.

Your mother, Lao Tzu finally survived. Wednesday's mood at this time was happier than marrying a daughter-in-law, although he didn't have a daughter-in-law, he was still a virgin.

Subsequently, the massive amount of information once again shocked his consciousness.

After the feeling of dizziness and swelling disappeared, Wednesday checked the information that was newly "drilled" into the head, which was the follow-up cultivation method of the Soul Refining Technique.

Your uncle!

This is the only expression after watching it on Wednesday.

I originally thought that the previous decomposition and reorganization were perverted enough, but I didn't expect that the later ones would be even more perverted, and Wednesday probably summed it up as stretching and compressing, and to put it bluntly, it was to pinch yourself into a ball, and then pull it into an adult.

"Your mother, is there any simple exercise? "Wednesday was not mercilessly knocked down by the fact that he was incarnated as a ghost, but he was tortured by this soul refining technique and wanted to cry.

"Lao Tzu doesn't want to do it, let Lao Tzu die, let Lao Tzu be a lonely ghost, and then feed the vicious dogs of Vicious Dog Ridge, and if it doesn't work, let Lao Tzu be a blind streamer. Wednesday screamed frantically in his head.

"And the idiots in front of you. Wednesday stared at the spirits in front of him with a puff of air. People, whether they are human or ghosts, always have tempers, of course, referring to Wednesday like that. Therefore, when Wednesday saw these sluggish souls in front of him at this time, he was even more angry, and it was estimated that there was a lot of anger in it.

"Your uncle, Lao Tzu's mouth is about to wear out day by day, and just a few of them will make it clear if they have a little reaction. Even if it's a pig, Lao Tzu can now teach it addition and subtraction within ten. "Wednesday was like a shrew.

The Thousand Heart Jue was instantly activated, enveloping the people in the tent.

"I'm your big brother...... Wednesday said his "mantra" almost instinctively.

"Big ...... Big...... Big...... Elder brother. A figure turned around with difficulty, stammering a word.

Wednesday instantly froze there, the expression on his face was wooden, like the soul around him, but because Wednesday's mood was too chaotic now, Wednesday himself didn't know whether he should be happy or angry, or moved and angry.

"You called me?" Wednesday asked again, uncertain.

"Big ...... Eldest brother. The soul looked at Wednesday fixedly, his expression was still wooden, but there was a hint of clarity in his eyes.

Call......

Wednesday stood up and breathed hard with his eyes closed.

Ha ha...... Ha ha......

Wednesday muffled the sound of an explosion, like steam rushing madly out of the pressure cooker's bleed valve. Wednesday pulled the soul in front of him, and then hugged him fiercely.

"From now on, you will be with me. Wednesday's eyes looked fixedly at the soul in front of him, about a head shorter than himself, and it seemed that he should be a teenager.

"You...... In, I ...... I ......" The boy repeated what he said on Wednesday with difficulty, but he could not say it completely, and his facial expression fluctuated violently, and it was not difficult to see the teenager's mood.

Calming down his excitement, Wednesday looked at the teenager in front of him.

The boy must be a real soul, otherwise he would not be standing here like a living person, that is to say, the boy is definitely a dead man.

The boy looks like he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and this age is the age to have fun, and I don't know what happened to the boy, and he will actually appear in this place.

Wednesday tried to tell the boy about his Thousand Heart Formula's exercises, and then expressed his intention to use the Thousand Heart Formula to check the boy.

The boy's face was full of confusion, as if he didn't know what Wednesday was talking about. It's just that the corners of his mouth slowly pulled a smile, although it was stiff, but it was warm in Wednesday's heart, and then nodded slowly.

The Thousand Hearts Technique was activated again, and a slow, gentle shroud enveloped the boy.

The consciousness of a teenager is warm and bright. At the moment when the Thousand Heart Recipe shrouded him, Wednesday could feel the boy's dependence on him, really like relying on his brother.

Qianxin continued, desperately squeezing his spirit on Wednesday.

It's a pity that Wednesday can only see what the boy is thinking at this time.

Boom!

As soon as Wednesday sat on the ground, the dust slowly flew to every corner of the tent.

"Brother...... While...... When ......," the boy said stiffly.

"Don't worry, it's fine. Wednesday stood up with a smile and reached out to rub the boy's head.

"A thousand hearts to get started. The voice in his consciousness came from a soft female voice, which seemed to be like Meng Po's voice.

"Damn! Double happiness is coming!" "Wednesday felt that happiness came too suddenly, and I felt a little like peeing.

And then it's the same as before, with a huge amount of information pouring in, and then getting dizzy.

"So that's what happened. Wednesday withdrew consciousness and muttered under his breath.

The Thousand Hearts Recipe turned out to be like a soul refining technique, the beginner can only view the target's current thoughts, Xiaocheng can only view the target's recent thoughts after Xiaocheng, Dacheng can view the thoughts of a longer time ago, and if the Great Perfection is complete, you can view the current past and present lives. It's just that this exercise seems to be similar to the mortal body refining technique, force decision, and soul refining technique practiced before Wednesday, all of which are the kind of exercises that have no upper limit, and the Great Perfection doesn't seem to be the end of these exercises.

Boom Boom Boom ......

It was "blissful" on Wednesday when the sound of chaotic footsteps outside rang out.

Through the cracks in the tents, Wednesday saw many Yin soldiers rushing into the camp.

"What time is this?" Wednesday frowned slightly, feeling bad.