Hearing the thin old man's words, Feng Fan nodded, although he had never seen the spirit of the Qinghe Sword, but when he was facing death on the highway outside Lilin City, he had heard an old voice in a blur, although Feng Fan had never heard this voice since then, but he had a feeling that the old voice was the sword spirit of the Qinghe Sword.

"In that case, we can give it a try." Su Lin pushed his glasses and said, if it is really as this old man said, Juque can put the White Tiger Fierce Soul into the sword and become a soldier soul, then Juque's power will be greatly improved, and at that time, Qin Lang's strength will also be stronger because of the changes in Juque's ancient sword.

"Although this sword can carry the White Tiger Fierce Soul, it is very difficult to put it into the sword, and when the sword wielder puts the White Tiger Fierce Soul into the sword, he will be counterattacked by the White Tiger Fierce Soul, and if he is not careful, he will be eroded by the White Tiger Fierce Soul's fierce soul power." The thin old man opened his mouth and told the three of them about the risks.

"Of course, if you really can't take away the White Tiger Murder Spirit, you can choose to give up halfway. However, if you give up, not only will you fail, but the sword wielder will be traumatized, and it is estimated that it will take a few days to recover. ”

"In that case, it's time to give it a try." Su Lin nodded, although there was a risk of putting the White Tiger Fierce Soul into the sword, as long as he gave up halfway, he should not have to worry about his life.

"Uncle Sulin, don't make decisions on your own, you haven't asked your uncle's opinion yet." Feng Fan couldn't help but be speechless when he saw Su Lin's calm appearance. Nonsense, you're not a sword wielder, you don't have to do it yourself, of course you're very calm.

After listening to the thin old man's words on the side, Qin Lang pondered for a moment, and then said, "I'm fine, if we don't have to worry about our lives, we can give it a try, even if we fail, we will only cultivate for a few days at most." ”

Hearing Qin Lang's words, the thin old man nodded, "Don't worry about your life, after all, the White Tiger Fierce Soul has lost a lot of soul power in thousands of years of suppression." And your strength is not weak, even if you are invaded by ferocious intent, it will not endanger your life. Of course, if you can't withstand the backlash of the White Tiger Spirit, it's best to give up. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen. ”

"Understood." Qin Lang nodded, with a look of clarity on his face.

"Okay, now that it's decided, come with me."

As he spoke, the thin old man turned around and walked towards the distance with his hands in his hands, and Feng Fan and the three of them saw this and followed closely behind.

"Really? If you can't bear it, give it up. Walking on the road, Feng Fan said to Qin Lang next to him.

"Don't worry, I'm measured, I won't force it."

As the four of them walked forward, the ferocious intent that permeated them became stronger and stronger, and in the end, the ferocious intent rolled in and invaded the three of them. But fortunately, the strength of the three is not weak, and this level of invasion can still be resisted.

"Here we are."

The thin old man's footsteps suddenly stopped, and Feng Fan and the three of them also looked up.

I saw that there was a not very big pothole in front of me, it looked like a very small basin, about a few meters square, and in this small basin, there was a white tiger-like thing constantly beating, rampaging in this small basin, as if it was about to break out. However, around this small basin, there were countless intricate imprints, and whenever the white tiger-like object collided, a ball of cyan light poured out, blocking it and making it unable to do anything.

"That white thing is the White Tiger Fierce Spirit, even after so many years, the ferocity is still undiminished." The thin old man couldn't help but sigh when he looked at this scene.

"What am I going to do?" Qin Lang asked.

"Put the sword in your hand in that red magic circle, which is the soul gathering array I carved in these three thousand years, which can pull the soul into the weapon, and thus become the soul of the soldier." As he spoke, the thin old man pointed to the left side of the small basin, where a circular circle was constantly emitting red light.

"Then, you sit in the circle and pull the White Tiger Soul into your sword with your mind. This is a very painful and dangerous process, if your mind is really unable to resist the backlash of the White Tiger Spirit, then you had better choose to give up, otherwise, I will not be able to guarantee your life. ”

"Yes."

Listening to the thin old man's words, Qin Lang walked over with a solemn face, and then took off the giant ancient sword on his back and slowly put it on the red magic circle.

As the Juque Ancient Sword was lowered, a dazzling red light lit up on the circle, and then in the small basin, a roar of anger sounded.

"Quick! Sit in the circle. ”

Then Qin Lang sat cross-legged and was in the center of the magic circle, and then the red light covered his whole body, so that Feng Fan and Su Lin not far away couldn't see Qin Lang's figure clearly.

"Let's start, we can't help him for the rest, we can only rely on himself."

The thin old man stood quietly watching with his hands behind his back, and Feng Fan and Su Lin stared intently.

Inside the circle, the red light flickered continuously, and sometimes the angry roar of the white tiger fierce soul came. Qin Lang, on the other hand, was in a peculiar state, and his consciousness was constantly being invaded by a fierce intent. This ferocious intent was extremely fierce, constantly impacting Qin Lang's consciousness, but after all, Qin Lang had experienced countless dangers, and his consciousness had already been tempered extremely powerful, and he had experienced the pain of drinking the blood of Manolos, and his consciousness was as strong as iron.

The backlash of the White Tiger Fierce Soul continued to invade Qin Lang's consciousness, but Qin Lang was unmoved, and used his mind to pull the White Tiger Fierce Soul towards a void space, which was the internal space of the Juque Ancient Sword.

While using consciousness to pull the White Tiger Fierce Spirit into the internal space of the Juque Ancient Sword, he used his consciousness to resist the invasion of the ferocious intent. In the beginning, everything went smoothly. But soon, the White Tiger Fierce Spirit seemed to sense the danger and increased its resistance and erosion!

Suddenly, Qin Lang felt that his consciousness was constantly being impacted, and a rumbling sound sounded in his head. Then, Qin Lang found that the White Tiger Fierce Spirit began to invade violently, and his consciousness was constantly being impacted, being eroded little by little.

"Hold on, it's victory!"

Qin Lang gritted his teeth, although the White Tiger Fierce Spirit had been eating at his consciousness, he was not a person who easily admitted defeat, and he was stubbornly guarding his consciousness to prevent that evil intent from eroding.

Time passed little by little in the tug of war between Qin Lang and the White Tiger Murderous Spirit.