Withdrawing from the dream, Lin Sheng's hands were still shaking.

He straightened up from the bed and sat on the edge, his hands like cramps, unable to stop and trembling.

It was as if there was some kind of backlog in the chest, expanding, pressurizing, like a balloon that could explode at any moment.

hiss

Lin Sheng took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it several times.

This is a little technique that he didn't know where to see before, used to regulate emotional breathing.

The results were unexpectedly good.

After a few consecutive times, his mood stabilized slightly, and his hands no longer trembled.

"Absorbing this soul fragment, it's a little indigestion"

In the dark, Lin Sheng stood up, habitually walked to the desk, took out the encrypted notebook from the drawer, opened it and recorded it with a pen.

On it, he recorded some of his own major turning points.

After he began to learn the evil spirit language, he began to use the evil spirit language alphabet, the ancient renn script and the Chinese character pinyin, and a certain proportion of mixed encryption.

With such encryption, there is no doubt about the security it brings. The downside, however, is that a short message can be expanded to twice its original length.

The lamp is turned on.

Lin Sheng sat under the lamp, picked up the pen and thought for a while, and began to write quickly and rustling.

After recording all the information, he returned to bed, lay on his back, and began to meditate on the gray print.

The Grey Seal of the Sanctuary was complete, and now he meditated on the second Grey Seal, roaring.

Under his perception, the roar was about to feel something.

After meditating for a while, the impulse in Lin Sheng's heart slowly stabilized.

He paused again and began to sort through the vast amount of meaningless information he had just absorbed.

Kadulla's broken memories don't contain much. There is really a little bit of substantive information.

From the content of his memory, Lin Sheng probably knew part of Kadulla's life.

It was born deformed and then abandoned.

No one wants to raise it, and it is treated as a monster, and it is picked up by the peddlers, and dragged around to collect money, until it is finally discovered.

As for how Kadullah obtained the abilities and how to enter the elven dungeon, these memories are not there.

The only information left was a white-haired old man in a yellow mage robe with no arm.

The old man's name was Evil Eagle.

"Evil Eagle is indeed him, and the guy who created the Stripping Demon Circle is also the culprit who completely polluted the elven dungeon. ”

Lin Sheng sighed in his heart.

The nature of the soul of the thousand-armed human face was so bad that he couldn't completely digest it after leaving the dream for so long.

Lin Sheng just lay down, sometimes meditating, sometimes sorting out the fragments of memory, sometimes resting.

Before you know it, the sky outside is gradually turning gray.

Finally, after waiting for his physical condition to improve a little, he immediately got up and packed all kinds of things.

Quickly change into a loose outfit and find some leftover hard-boiled eggs to eat.

He couldn't wait.

"If the thousand-armed human face can really be summoned, then the impact on the situation in front of you will be unprecedented!"

At least on the side of the provincial military in Redon, they will definitely be extremely jealous of the Iron Fist Association.

In the absence of a direct conflict of interest, Redion will most likely not easily provoke the Iron Fist Club, whose strength is unknown.

Lin Sheng didn't know what level of strength the thousand-armed face was, but it was definitely far stronger than him now.

After getting dressed, he left a note to leave a message, gently pulled the security door and walked out, calming down in the stairwell for a while.

Now his hands would suddenly tremble if he didn't pay attention to them.

It's as if there's some after-effect on the nerves. The body is unconsciously in a state of tension.

Lin Sheng faintly felt that this should be the soul absorbing too many soul fragments at one time, resulting in some indigestion, and his own ontological soul was affected by Kadura.

So there is a special phenomenon.

He didn't pay attention to it, this phenomenon was not a few in his complicated memory, and it could be eliminated naturally as long as he insisted on practicing the holy power for a period of time.

Divine power is the most domineering power that can eliminate all soul impurities.

At six o'clock in the morning, Huaisha, like a cold beauty who had just put on a layer of blue veil, was slowly losing its last line of defense under the invasion of the sea breeze and waves.

Lin Sheng got on his bicycle and went straight to the suburbs and mountains without stopping.

There was a faint eyeliner spy outside the community who wanted to follow, but he sent a black-feathered swordsman crow to easily lure them away.

Now there was only one Blackfeather Swordsman and two heavily armored dungeon soldiers by his side. The Brutal Shield and the other minions are dead and have not been resummoned.

Lin Sheng planned to leave as much soul space as possible to the thousand-armed face this time.

The strength of the thousand-armed human-faced Kadullah far surpassed his own, so he didn't know how much soul space he needed to afford the existence of this monster.

Anyway, it's always okay to reserve as much as possible.

Multiply.

The bicycle wheels braked suddenly.

Lin Sheng, dressed in a black tracksuit, rolled over from the car, lifted the dark blue backpack full of materials, and strode towards the mountain.

His steps were big and fast. Almost one step is more than two steps for a normal person.

After a short while, it walked through the farmland, into the dense forest, and up the slope. A somewhat dilapidated abandoned temple appeared in front of Lin Sheng.

The temple seems to have been recently reorganized, with broken and drooping doors reinstalled.

The weeds on the ground, the moss on the steps in front of the door, were all ground away with human things.

Lin Sheng pushed the door with his schoolbag and entered the courtyard in the middle.

Most of the roots of the trees in the yard that were originally bare on the ground were torn off and cut off, and the dense grass and vines before were gone. Set aside large open areas.

Lin Sheng walked to the clearing, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

Overhead, a black crow swept silently and began to fly in circles around the temple.

The Black-Feathered Swordsman Raven slowly appeared with black smoke and, along with another heavily armored dungeon soldier, began to patrol around the temple in a loop.

As for the heavy armor soldier, he was sent by Lin Sheng to protect his family.

After doing all this, he put down his bag and began to quickly take out the painted plastic paper and various materials.

He doesn't have much time, and Redon will inevitably take action once he finds out he's out of surveillance. So he had to complete the ritual as fast as possible to prevent long nights from dreaming.

Boom.

Lin Sheng spread the plastic paper painted with the summoning ritual array on the ground.

Then skillfully began to place the materials in their respective positions, and the rest of the materials were okay, with the help of the Iron Fist Society, it was definitely enough.

However, gold and silver dust are only enough for a maximum of three summons.

"Gotta get some new material. The Iron Fist Club is not profitable, and just preparing other materials for me has already used up most of the activity funds in the account. Lin Sheng sighed with emotion.

Finally, the pan was set up, and he poured purified filtered water into it.

Then with a snort, light the tallow lamp with a lighter.

The water in the pan also began to slowly boil in the rising bonfire.

Lin Sheng picked up the paste-like ingredients that had been stirred, scooped up a spoonful vigorously, and poured it into the pot.

"Let's get started"

Place the last live white spider into the liquid in a saucepan.

"mu, ba, en, di, yu, yi" strange syllables began to float out of Lin Sheng's mouth.

Soon, the white smoke from the butter lamp began to fly towards the pan like life, and then quickly got into it.

The cloudy liquid in the pot began to stir up the slightest ripple, and along with the ripples, there were large patches of rising white water vapor.

hiss

Countless white water vapor quickly rushed towards Lin Sheng like a mist, surrounding, encircling, and enveloping it.