As soon as the cultivation of the third order of Yan San's soul cultivation began, there was a roar in the void, and in the endless void beyond the sea of souls, thousands of heavenly demon eyes glowed green, and their bodies appeared cruelly and viciously, coveting the bright moon of the Purple Mansion, and coveting the nine soul circuits that connected the flesh that spread in the sky.

These are very attractive to the extraterritorial heavenly demons, just like a blood-dripping lamb is to jackals, tigers and leopards, as if steaming braised pork is to a prisoner who has been hungry for three days, and the next moment, the heavenly demons rush into the Lethe River like a dark cloud, heading towards the Soul Terrace.

Behind the crown of Yama on the soul platform, his eyes were blurred, but the corners of his mouth were filled with a sneer, and the black jade stone wall in the Lechuan slowly moved, and a deep and distant shout sounded from the Lethe River: Soul ...... Return!

In the void, I don't know how many sleeping soul beasts opened their eyes and woke up blankly. The crystal light of the stone wall of Lethe River is shining, the five colors are confused, the five tones are irritable, the five flavors are mixed, all the soul arrays are triggered, and the dead soul beast is crazy when it touches it, and it is difficult to distinguish between the enemy and me, and the heavenly demons are killed.

This killing was endless, until the time of the Heavenly Demons' stay passed, and all the Heavenly Demons had no choice but to turn into smoke, and they didn't know how far away they were from the center of Lethe. A fresh breeze descended from the nine heavens, cool and refreshing, and blew down quietly. Yama on the soul platform calmly opened his arms and bathed in the breeze.

The breeze is as soft as a lover's hand, blowing away all the tiredness and sorrow, blowing away all the filth and evil thoughts, circling the body for three weeks, Yama's soul body is clear and pure, and there is no trace of dust impurities, the wind is unwilling to rush towards Yama, and a transparent shadow pounces out from Yama's body, and his face is like Yan San.

The wind is a pure wind, and it is also called the wind of troubles, and the soul cultivation can only be enjoyed once after the success of the breakthrough level, and most of the ordinary soul cultivators are tainted by the injuries of the heavenly demons in the battle, and this wind is mainly used to treat soul injuries and remove the evil thoughts of the heavenly demons. And Yan San's soul body does not touch the heavenly demons, and a Lethe River is flattened, so the pure wind has nothing to go, blowing out a flawless soul.

This is Yan San's second soul split. If other soul cultivators learned that Yan San had two soul splits with a third-order cultivation, he wouldn't know what to think. Ordinary soul cultivators have not been able to separate a soul by themselves until the fourth order, and their lives are at stake, and the risk is huge. Spiritual cultivation and physical cultivation can only be cut out of the external incarnation after reaching the fifth-order immortal, which is simply out of reach.

As soon as the second soul appeared, Yama laughed loudly on the high platform, the bright moon was bright, the Lethe River was vast, and the four wild beasts were all in wait, and the majesty was indescribable.

Yan San's head was light, and when he opened his eyes, he only felt that the world was clearer and clearer in front of him, what he heard in his ears, what he heard in his nose, and what he saw in his eyes seemed to be different, but if he looked closely, there was nothing different, something seemed to be in front of him, in his ears, and at the end of his nose, within reach, Yan San knew that this was the result of a great increase in his perception of soul cultivation to a higher level, and his heart was overjoyed.

One soul division cultivates the Great Wind Song, one soul division cultivates all thoughts are destroyed, and the main soul deduces soul techniques and martial arts, one body and three souls, each doing its own thing.

Of course, the main soul also has to do occasional chores. For example, feed the night float that has not yet woken up every day, and bleed the bronze-like dead pimple 'primordial hegemon'. These two things have been with Yan San for a long time, they are simply two white-eyed wolves that can't be fed, obviously they have been ready to move a long time ago, but they just haven't woken up, sometimes Yan San really wants to pinch these two things.

That is, people like Yan San, for any one

A monk, every day, half of the blood of the whole body is sent to the bronze corpse, and half of the spirit yuan, blood yuan, and soul yuan are extracted to warm the night floating slaughter, and he has already become a person. Coupled with the 'Wedding Dress Curse' asking for money from time to time every day, Yan San also began to feel a lot of pressure. However, there are a large number of Yuan Crystals plus the third order of internal refining body cultivation, and now you can use the 'Wood Source Spirit Bead' to steal some life vitality from the 'Nazhu Dragon Scroll' to hang your life, Yan San asked himself if he could support it.

If you don't wake up before you get out of the crying prison, I'll have to give you to that black-hearted crow, you know, the crow doesn't treat the puppet as a human being at all, and when the time comes, you will be allowed to burrow into the mud every day, wear rotten clothes, eat rotten flesh, and drink stinky blood, and you will know that you are wrong!' Yan San pulled out the light breeze, slashed his palm widely, controlled the 'rapid recovery' talent to stagnate, and injected the rolling blood into the top of the bronze corpse's head, while babbling to the bronze corpse.

The blood and blood elements flowed into the bronze corpse like a river, and Yan San's mind also followed the blood slowly throughout the bronze corpse's body, and when the last stream of blood was injected into the heart of the bronze corpse, Yan San only felt a suction force coming inexplicably, and the stone-like heart suddenly beat heavily.

The sound of 'bang......' was not loud, but Yan San, whose whole mind was running in the blood of the bronze corpse, seemed to have a heavy drum in his ears. Yan San wondered if he was hallucinating because he was expecting too much, and then he felt a low and powerful sound: Bang!

Followed by a continuous and powerful heartbeat, not a single heartbeat was accompanied by a sucking of blood and blood elements, Yan San's face was pale, and he immediately let go of his palm after feeling the heartbeat of the bronze corpse was stable, only this heartbeat, he was almost not sucked dry by the bronze corpse!

The bronze corpse is alive! Yan San looked at the face of the bronze corpse in disbelief, and at this moment, the bronze corpse suddenly opened its eyes.

'I'm finally alive!' Yan San was overjoyed, he almost fainted after losing too much blood, slapped the bronze corpse in the face, and scolded: "I almost sucked Lao Tzu to death! You still have the face to come back to life!"

There was no sadness or joy in the eyes of the bronze corpse, like a cold and hard stone, only the heartbeat thumped proved that he was really alive. Lost Yan San's blood supply, but this innate body was indeed strange, as if it had become a whirlpool, and a large amount of spiritual mist was attracted to it, and it was sucked into the body by the bronze corpse.

Yan San was stunned, happy, and anxious. For fear of polluting the Yuan Liquid, the bronze corpse was placed by him on the shore to pour blood, and at this time, the bronze corpse absorbed the vitality by itself, that is, it was a proper life, and it was not necessary to inject blood by itself. But Yan Sansheng was afraid that the bronze corpse would be malnourished, and when the next one was wrong, because the energy couldn't keep up, it would become a lump of dead lumps, and then it would be called. Therefore, even if the hands and feet are weak, they drag and drag the bronze corpse into the pond of Yuan liquid. Seeing the bronze corpse sinking to the bottom of the pool, and the liquid on the surface of the pool sinking to form countless shallow whirlpools, Yan San was relieved.

However, the next moment, Yan Sanhuo hurriedly planted himself in the pond. The bronze corpse can't die, but don't let it come back to life! If the 'innate madman' generates his own spiritual intelligence and comes to life, then he will still refine a fart, I am afraid that he will grasp himself into a hand to grasp the flesh in three or two strokes! This thing is a thing that breeds in the extremely evil place, and the consciousness generated is also a collection of all evil thoughts, and it must be dealt with as soon as possible.

It's too late to use the puppet technique to refine a puppet. Yan San's eyes flickered when he saw the bronze corpse's eyes, and his heart was horizontal, and his forehead touched the bronze corpse's

forehead, a split soul directly passed.

This is no longer a puppet technique, but a seizure of relinquishment! The ability that the third-order soul cultivator does not have at all, after all, the soul body has not yet been completed, it is only illusory, and it is difficult to succeed in half of it. Yan San could only bet that the bronze corpse had not yet become conscious, and there would be no resistance, otherwise this split soul would be wiped out even if it encountered the slightest resistance.

As soon as Yan San's soul rushed into the body of the innate madman, his soul shook violently, and he suddenly lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it took, Yan San woke up quietly, only to feel a burst of headaches. Although his soul body was blown twice by the pure wind and gave birth to two split souls, the split soul body was fragile, and if the fruit was still attached to the branches, it was not completely independent. At this time, the rash loss of a split soul was like forcibly picking a fruit from a tree, although it would not damage the main soul, but the discomfort of the emptiness still made Yan San dizzy for a while, and he wanted to vomit.

In fact, Yan San made a mistake in this process. This also stems from the fact that Old Immortal has no memory of this at all, and Yan San didn't have time to consult the crow. This kind of corpse that has been refined by one's own essence blood is the easiest for soul cultivation, Mr. soul into the dead body, and then the essence blood can be activated, there is no possibility of giving birth to one's own consciousness at all.

Of course, mortal corpses or even monk corpses are dead and do not give birth to self-consciousness, with the exception of natural fanatics. But the principle of snatching is the same. Yan San's split soul can actually be settled in a long time ago, as long as it is nourished by its own essence and blood, the soul will naturally be immortal, waiting for activation. And Yan San put the cart before the horse, first activating the bronze corpse, and then entering the soul, which produced this great risk.

Yan San sat with his aching head in his hand for a while before he came back to his senses, his eyes swept to the side, and his soul suddenly flew away.

The body of the innate madman is gone!

A layer of cold sweat erupted from Yan San's body, and he was quickly expelled from the pool by the yuan liquid that submerged him. If the soul is hung up, it will be hung up, the key is what happens to the born fanatic? If it is the birth of self-consciousness, then it will be the end of grasping human flesh by hand, there is no second possibility!

At this moment, Yan San almost wanted to rush out of the tiger's den and shouted: 'Open the door, let me out!'

However, in the blink of an eye, Yan San saw the innate madman sitting cross-legged in the middle of the Juyuan Array, looking at him with a smile in his eyes. Yan Sanmeng!

'You...... Are you a human or a ghost?' Yan San stammered, he couldn't help but be afraid, soul cultivation sometimes scares himself and scares people to death. Thinking about it, Yan San said again: 'Is it me or yourself?'

Do you see one person asking another, 'Are you me or yourself?'

The bronze metal color on the bronze corpse has receded, turning into the same new wheat-colored skin as Yan San, but it looks a little pale, and a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Grab meat or eat it alive, you can choose one." ’

Almost in the blink of an eye, Yan San's face was about to cry, and he asked in a trembling voice, "What do you mean?"

'To grasp meat is to beat you to death first, and then tear you into pieces and eat them. It's a bit troublesome to eat three living people, the legs are roasted, the buttocks are fried, and there is not much meat on the upper part of the body, so I have to boil the soup, the key is to put your head out of the pot, you can't let you die, otherwise you won't be called a living person!'

。 Sogou