"You mean!?"

"Yes, you guessed right! In other words, because of this incident, you directly skipped the stage of spirit slaves and spirit envoys, and now you are already a spirit refiner with natal spirit objects! ”

Seeing that Han Bo was still a little ignorant, he couldn't help but continue to admonish: "This spirit refiner has always regarded his natal spirit object as his biggest secret, because although this spirit refiner can give birth to and control spiritual energy, he can't produce spiritual power and is not good at fighting. Therefore, if the natal spirit creature is known by the enemy, it will suffer heavy damage at least and be killed instantly! ”

"Only by continuing to cultivate, from the spirit master to the spirit venerable, and then from the spirit venerable to the legendary spirit king, can this natal spirit object turn into a virtual reality, and switch freely between the ontology and the outside world, and the fatal weakness of the spirit refiner can be effectively avoided!"

"What about the Soul Sealer?"

"As for us Soul Sealers." As he spoke, Lin Yuan's hand shook, and the expanding soul light began to shrink again, returning to its original appearance.

It's just that it didn't stay in this form for long, and it continued to shrink, until it reached a certain critical point, and it began to collapse violently, bursting like starlight, and finally turned into a streamer, forming a series of interconnected spiritual veins. Once this spiritual vein is connected, it forms chakras of different shapes.

"This is the Soul Seal! The hallmark of our soul canons is this chakra. ”

"The soul sealer awakens the soul through the awakening ceremony, and throws the soul into the spiritual sea through the two gates of life and death for tempering, constantly stimulating his own potential. After the eight spiritual veins on the human body form a chakra, the spiritual energy in this spiritual sea can be converted into spiritual power for fighting. ”

"Five hundred years ago, the eight main planes gathered in the astrological city of the twilight plane to make an alliance of cold fire to fight the spirit hunters. In that covenant, the Spirit Sealing Kings of the Eight Main Planes and the Thirteen Spirit Refining Kings gathered together, and it was only for the first time that this Spirit Sealing System was assembled and sorted out, and the current rules and regulations were established. ”

"The soul sealer goes from awakening the spirit, forming the vein, sealing the chakra, hallucinating, and then entering the mind and attracting the soul...... It is a difficult road of not borrowing external forces, seeking oneself internally, and constantly surpassing oneself. ”

"It is not unreasonable that although we spiritualists have risen the latest among the three major spiritual systems, we can take the lead and become the mainstream of today's spiritual world. The so-called way of sealing the soul is nothing but the process of awakening the soul of each of us and shaping it according to our free will! ”

In the Cold Fire Alliance five hundred years ago, there was a saying of the six methods of sealing the spirit: one is the 'Netherworld Original Sin Covenant' of our Abyss plane, the 'Blue Light Spirit Heart Knot' of the Blue Spirit Plane, the 'Cloud Shadow Demon Blood Seal' of the Cloud Shadow Plane, and the 'Nine Bones of the Cold Mountain Plane' of the Cold Mountain Plane, the 'Five Aggregates of Karma Collection' of the Burning Lotus Plane, and of course, your Zixuan's 'Purple Xuan Weiyang Jue'."

"As for this Spirit Hunter...... Lin Yuan Jue said, his hand shook again, and this little bit of soul fire began to shrink and merge under his control, and then continued to break under fission, until Han Bo could not see its true existence.

It's just that in the deep darkness, the already extremely weak soul suddenly rose and ignited the line of fire.

These lines of fire stretched freely in the air, drawing a mystical trajectory, and finally formed a mysterious rune - it was the blood-colored waning moon that Han Bo saw before he passed out in the Requiem Array.

"This is not ......" Han Bo had been immersed in the various visions of the Spirit Sealer, and suddenly saw this waning moon, and couldn't help but exclaim!

"Yes, you read that right! This is the evolved form of the soul of the soul hunter, the so-called opening the door of death and accepting the fierce spirit, it is for the legendary soul eater! ”

"This door of death is convergence, contraction, it leads to time and reincarnation. By making a soul contract with the demon god, the soul form that evolves in this direction will form various magic spectrums. Once this soul spectrum is complete, it can be used to recruit and control the seeds of the fierce spirits through the four ways of temptation, stickiness, bondage, and erosion, and use them to fight. ”

"And what we see in the Requiem Array tonight is one of the four great magic spectrums - the spectrum of the undead! Legend has it that when it is perfected, it will turn into a full blood-colored moon. Once this spectrum of the undead is complete, it can manipulate countless undead to fight. At the time of the battle, the undead were almost endless, and there was no way to completely kill these undead except for sealing them or killing the spirit hunter himself! ”

"You mean, there are spirit hunters in our Xunyang City!?"

"Yes, the reason why I appeared in the Requiem Ground tonight is to track down the trail of this spirit hunter! It's just a pity ......"

"What a pity!?"

"This spirit hunter is not in Xunyang City!"

"Which waning moon?"

"Alas, this magic spectrum can rely on the formation to cross the boundaries of space, if the spectrum of the undead that appears today is not a doppelganger projection, but a deity appears, I'm afraid we won't have a chance to talk here!" Lin Yuan sighed and continued: "However, although this spirit hunter is powerful, it is still under the guise of external force. And you need to make a soul contract with the demon god, which is extremely dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will be counterattacked. ”

"Besides, this fierce spirit race was originally born in the Stygian Sea, from the illusion realm, and the underworld energy carried by the body is naturally opposed to the plane aura, once they meet, they will annihilate each other, so they have always been the great enemy of our plane world!"

"Soul Pact!?" Han Bo looked at Lin Yuan's never-ending demonstration, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "Since my soul resides in this fragment, that is, I said that I did not make a soul contract with the demon god?" I'm not going to be a Spirit Hunter!? ”

"Little brother, you are very perceptive, but this is also what I don't understand!" Lin Yuan sighed and continued: "We have only one soul, which cannot be divided. The three of these spirit refining, sealing spirits, and hunting spirits have always been distinct, and they are not connected. Although there are also precedents for spirit refiners and spirit sealers to fall into spirit hunters, they can only make this transformation after they have abolished their own cultivation. As for your situation, according to common sense, you should be a dead person at this moment-"

"Dead man—"

"Yes, but you don't have to worry!" Lin Yuanjue continued to comfort Han Bo: "Existence is reasonable, but I see another possibility in you!" ”

"What possibility?"

"Open up the spirit refining and sealing the spirit...... And the boundary between the three of them! ”

"Get through...... ...... between the three Boundary? ”

"Yes!" Lin Yuan smiled faintly: "Of course, the premise is that you can live to that time!" ”

Looking at Lin Yuan's continuous deference, Han Bo couldn't help but be fascinated for a while, and trembled again. He kept imagining all kinds of possibilities, but he rejected them one by one in his heart.

After a long silence, he came back to his senses: "Why are you helping me!?" ”

"Why do you want to help you......" Lin Yuan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but sigh lightly: "Yes, why do I want to help you?" Maybe it's like you, you can't ignore it......"

While the two were talking, Han Bo suddenly turned his head and looked at the wind and snow outside the house, and he seemed to hear the footsteps of the pursuers.

Almost at the same time, Lin Yuanjue also listened sideways, and he gave Han Bo a look of appreciation: "If you still want to live, remember what I said to you tonight!" If you don't know how to choose, remember your original intention to save people today, and you will no longer feel afraid. ”

After Lin Yuanjie finished speaking, he didn't wait for Han Bo to react, so he stood up, stepped out of the dilapidated house, and disappeared into the wind and snow outside.

I don't know how long it took, but Han Bo finally came back to his senses. He noticed that the soldiers on the night patrol had not arrived for a long time, presumably led by him elsewhere. The fire was slowly burning, and the elixir on his body was starting to work. Outside the house was bleak and snowy, but inside this room was so warm that it made people sleepy.

He wanted to touch the burning pain on his head, but before he could touch it, he broke out in a cold sweat. The pain made him suddenly feel unreal, what a strange person, a strange thing.

He simply lay quietly, carefully recalling what Lin Yuan absolutely said, and constantly telling himself what he needed to pay attention to in the future. In the midst of recalling it over and over again, I fell asleep peacefully.

In the early morning, he woke up suddenly, sat up in shock, and found that although he still had a faint pain in his body, most of the injuries had healed. The wind and snow outside the house have not stopped, although it is dawn, but there is only a glimmer of light. It's still this lonely city, this dilapidated house, this snow.

He slowly got up and stepped into the wind and snow in a trance, feeling like he was in a dream. He tucked away his robe, looked back at the dilapidated house, and finally made sure that none of this was a dream!

The ashes of the fire were still burning, and there was an ugly scar on his forehead. What's more important is that the fluctuation of aura coming from the wide robe on his body made him feel a long-lost warmth in this post-apocalyptic siege.

Xunyang City stands with smoke and clouds, west of Lufeng Ling Mountain, north of the Moon Shadow River, leading the barbarian Jing and controlling Ouyue, with three rivers and five lakes, it is the first important town of Zixuan Dousu, and it is also the last barrier to protect the imperial capital Weiyang City.

The city is one hundred and eight miles in circumference, and the city wall is eight zhang low and eleven zhang high. The foundation of the city is wide and can carry eight horses at the same time. It is surrounded by nine city gates, each with four layers of iron fences. The city wall is made up of green black spirit stones and the blood of fierce beasts, which is the third strongest city of Zixuan, and it is also one of the few cities built by the legendary spirit king Yi Shizhong in person.

Five hundred years ago, Yi Shizhong, the legendary spirit king of Zixuan, suddenly rose up in the disaster of fierce beasts that swept the entire dimensional world, and he led the Weiyang army to retreat from the fierce beasts, expand the territory, chase the fierce and stubborn, and reorganize the Zixuan River Mountain, and this Xunyang City was one of the most important battlefields in his past.

It is said that after defeating the surging tide of fierce beasts here, Yi Shi stood at the head of the city, looked at this piece of scorched earth, and was silent for a long time. When asked why, he sighed and said the proverb that has been circulating in Zixuan for a long time: "Every five hundred years, there will be a king who will prosper, and there will be a person who is really famous in the world!" ”

According to the explanation of later generations, Yi Shizhong said that every five hundred years, there will be a disaster like the end of the world on this Zixuan plane, and then there will be a king rising from it, turning the tide and saving lives from fire and water.

Up to now, 500 years have passed since Yi Shizhong, and the disaster he predicted has come as scheduled.

The empire had just suppressed the rebellion of the Moyuan Alliance in the Northwest Wind Breath Wasteland, and this Purple Lotus Sect had risen again in Yunmeng Tianze in the south. In just a few years, he rushed out of the sealed valley, crossed the barrier of the 100,000 mountains in the south, and swept through the southeast seven places of the Zixuan plane. The empire, which had already suffered a great injury, fell into a storm again.

This Purple Xuan Sect was carrying an increasingly large rebel army to the southeast, rising all the way. Everywhere I passed, there was no blood, rain, and thousands of miles of red land. Even Xunyang City, an immortal city, saw that it could not be spared, turning into another dead city on the road to the rise of the Purple Lotus Sect.

Yes, thanks to Yi Shizhong's vision and persistence. After returning to the dynasty in victory, he immediately ordered the reorganization of Zixuan's dimensional array, and rebuilt this Xunyang City at one of the most important nodes of the array. It was this lonely city that allowed him to survive in this troubled world, blocking the millions of rebels who claimed to be under the Purple Lotus Hades Throne from the prosperous place of the imperial capital within his reach, and also sheltering the inexplicable Hanbo in the city.

After these days of recuperation, his injured body has recovered as before. The stump was now hanging from his waist, and the splinter was clinging to his chest. The scar on his forehead had scabbed over and slowly turned into a strange mark shaped like an eye. He didn't tell anyone about all this, not even Captain Shi Jian, who he trusted the most.

It's just that these days, his mind is still empty, and the ink is like an abyss. He didn't have the magical powers that the legendary spiritual cultivators could see, and he didn't see anything unusual about the ghost that was sleeping in his spiritual sea.

The self-proclaimed Immortal Soul Sealer was gone, and even the accident that occurred during the requiem ritual that day had not spread in the city, as if it had never happened. He went back to the boot barracks, recuperated, drilled, and everything was still the same.

The whole city seems to have fallen into the numbness and persistence of the past.

It took him a long time to adjust to the changes in his body, and the spiritual eye on his forehead was able to open and close freely, dividing the world in front of him into two boundaries: normal and spiritual. As long as he thinks as he thinks and his spiritual eyes are closed, those complicated aura, soul separation Gu, and the complicated lines brought by the city defense array will quietly disappear, and the world will return to its original appearance.

But he still felt that all this was a little unreal, and he always felt as if his body was not his own. His soul was out of his body, looking down at the world from afar in the sky, and at his own body, which was already somewhat alien to him.

As long as he opened his spiritual eyes, the snow, the city, and the person of him seemed to become a painting, with messy lines in the painting, fluttering around with the aura, seemingly irregular, but with their own order. He always tried to look at what was behind these lines, but every time it was like a fish trapped in a fish tank, trying to pounce out, and bounced back in front of the image.

He sighed softly, withdrew his gaze, and stepped back onto the wall.

Looking from here, Han Bo saw a barren place. The cyan spirit stone on the city wall had been scorched black by the fire, and this scorched black stretched all the way down the city wall, extending to the iron gate of water below the city, passing the ruined dock waterway, and then overflowing the river bank line that divided the color of death, and stretched into the abyss-like moon shadow river.

The barren black color of the blood and fire spread like vines to the fiery water-walled camp on the Moon Shadow River.