What is Biluo Soul Orb?

It was a brilliant and round turquoise bead, and it was also the bearer of Xiao Heitian's condensation of countless strong souls and clones.

Such a thing, even in the spiritual realm, where the aura is far more abundant than this world. It is also a very precious thing.

It was with this thing that Xiao Heitian condensed eighteen clones, and no one resisted them for a while, until the battle for the corpse of the true dragon in the depths of the Death Canyon was defeated, and he was defeated by the joint efforts of me and Nur and other brothers.

Every little black sky clone is destroyed, and a bead like this will be left behind.

We've got a total of twelve. I left it to Noor.

He needed it more than I did in that world, and yet Noor always wanted to keep the best for me.

That's what brothers.

We seemed to have an argument at the time, but we were interrupted by the intruder of Lady Black Flower.

I had forgotten about it, but when I heard it talk to me about how to get rid of my demons and practice the means of transforming into an external clone, I couldn't help but think of this thing when I had a decisive battle with Kang Ke on the shores of Lake Le Sap that day.

Then I writhed around the Eight Treasure Bag in a mysterious way.

The bead lay quietly in a corner, not moving, and if I could not remember it. Maybe it'll stay here until I'm idle one day and tidy up my bags, and then I can put it back to light.

I really don't remember when I left this bead in the Eight Treasure Bag.

At that time, the battle was already fierce to the extreme, and then I was successively pitted by the blackened lady and the small medicine box, and I was angry and angry. Where would you think about it?

But whatever its origin, the key point is that at this moment, it does appear in the palm of my hand.

Scorching its brilliance.

Since this thing can be the embodiment of the little black sky, it can definitely hold my consciousness.

But how, exactly?

I don't understand.

But this doesn't matter, as a top-level Taoist sect that has lasted for thousands of years, Maoshan's records of various methods and methods are all in the Tibetan scripture hall, and before I retreated, I had already used my status as a council of elders to borrow more than a dozen relevant classics and notes from my predecessors. Careful research.

I read the book for three days.

On the first day, I will browse through all the contents of the book and make a rough evaluation of the content in the book and select the useful content.

The next day in the cut.

On the third day, I finally imprinted everything in my mind, and then I understood these things in my heart, and the rest was enlightenment.

I held the Biluo Soul Bead in one hand and meditated hard for another three days.

Spiritual practice is really an addictive thing, as long as you really calm down and feel the joy in it. One thing you will find is that there is really not enough time.

I think if I can sit on the wall for more than half a year, like many ascetics, I may be able to directly refine this Biluo Soul Bead into a clone.

But not at the moment, I still have a lot of things to do, and countless people have a lot of expectations for me.

I can't let them down.

And the most important thing is that although I can't nominally be the father of the baby in Xiao Yan's womb, I still hope to be able to witness him, or her birth.

These things made it impossible for me to indulge in cultivation.

However, I had a rough initial idea in my mind, that is, to pinch out a piece of divine consciousness and integrate it into it, so that the Nabila Soul Bead could grow up quickly like a baby, so as to become another me.

At that time, I will be able to completely rid my inner demons of the sea of consciousness.

I will be a whole and independent person.

And not marionettes.

However, it takes enough time to achieve this qiē, and I can't afford to wait for it, so I can only consider it as a long-term plan.

And after these days of enlightenment, I also understand one thing, that is, not only can the Biluo Soul Bead be my external clone, but also a magic weapon that lives with me all year round, like the Blood Drinking Cold Light Sword, can also become the bearer of the soul.

However, when my palm touched its hilt, I didn't feel the power of its killing of Kang Keyu that day.

The magic sword is still the magic sword, the only difference is that it seems to be heavier than ever.

But it doesn't fly, and it doesn't have the strong killing intent that it expresses when the demon is possessed, or rather, it's still not a flying sword at the moment.

It has its own sword spirit and demonic nature, but it will only exert its greatest power when the inner demon is present in the body.

I've been with this for more than twenty years, but I can't resist the few minutes that the demons are holding.

Surrendering to the powerful is not the only thing that humans do.

However, despite this, after absorbing most of the essence of Kang Ke's incarnate body, the Blood Drinking Cold Lightsaber has completed its most important evolution, becoming a demon soldier that makes people feel heavy and daunting.

One of the main things I did when I went to see Nannan was to ask him to help make a scabbard that could slightly hide the fierce light.

After more than a week of retreat, I had already made the gains, perceptions, gains and losses of the First Battle of Nanyang relatively thoroughly, and I had no choice but to leave the practice room without the fastest way to refine the Biluo Soul Bead.

There were two little Taoist priests guarding the door, and when they saw me coming out, they bowed to me, and then went back to pay respects.

Soon, many people wanted to come and see me.

Although Nanyang became famous in the first battle, and his fame chased after Tao Jinhong, the head of Maoshan Mountain, I knew that in the dark, there were countless eyes staring at me, and I didn't dare to have too much arrogance.

I wasted a whole day like this, and then a Taoist boy came to deliver a message, saying that Yang Yanren wanted to see me, and I don't know if I was free.

Yang Zhixiu sat in the position of the talker, not too long, and the shelf was very low, such an attitude made many people praise him, thinking that he was approachable, but I know one thing, this guy who smiles all day long is not a good bird.

On Maoshan Mountain, fish and dragons are mixed, and they have never been with the light.

Perhaps, but it is just that the contradictions are too deeply hidden.

For Yang Yanren's personal visit, I didn't express too much excitement, at this moment, I have been in the officialdom for almost 30 years, what kind of scene has not been seen, but I can't give birth to the generosity of the death of a confidant.

The two sides are not very good at dealing with each other in the first place, this is for historical reasons, and at the moment with a false smile on his face, it is really tiring to say polite words here.

They were smiling at each other, but they were just disguises, and they couldn't say anything too nutritious.

Yang asked me if I had any plans to stay in Maoshan to help preside over the overall situation, and if so, he invited me to work with him, hoping to revitalize Maoshan by drawing on my years of experience in the court.

Although the other party said it sincerely, I also knew that it was just a temptation.

And I didn't have too much to think about with him, and told him directly, after I rested properly, I was soon ready to return to Beijing to perform my duties.

For this matter, Yang Yanren expressed regret.

Deep regret.

After I left the customs, I didn't stay in Maoshan for a few days, I originally wanted to get together with Senior Sister Xiaoyan to relieve my lovesickness, but after the meeting with Yang Yan, it was finally put on hold.

I don't want to let Senior Sister Xiao Yan get too much attention because of a moment of pleasure and ruin the plan of the dust innocent people.

Today's Maoshan is not the Maoshan of the past.

After leaving Maoshan, I went to Nanjing to meet with Nannan and received a portion of the finished product, including two elaborate dragon scale armors and a scabbard made of dragon python horns.

Not to mention the dragon scale armor, this dragon python horn looks unpretentious, as if it is made of a dead wood, but there is something inside.

Only this thing can cover the ferocious aura of the blood-drinking cold lightsaber at this time.

Armed with all my belongings, I returned to Kyoto.

After coming out of the special passage of the airport, I didn't even go home, so I called a taxi, went straight to the General Bureau, returned the things I had received from the equipment department, and returned to the unit to report for duty.

And I hadn't been communicating with Director Song for more than five minutes when the red confidential phone on his desk rang.

Director Song smiled bitterly and spread his hands and said, "It is estimated that Mr. Wang is looking for you, and he has been talking about you these days." ”

As soon as I picked it up, it was Mr. Wang.

In the shortest possible time, I rushed to Wang Hongqi's office in the Soviet-style small red building and saw this admirable old bald head.

"You were the first to do it, but I didn't expect you to really do it!"

The first time he saw me, the old man no longer sat down behind the large desk, but rushed to me excitedly, grabbed my arm, and shook it incessantly.

Although Mr. Wang is a native of the Northeast, he has been in Xichuan for a period of time, and he has also gone to the front line with the million Sichuan army.

I smiled at being praised by the first person in the General Administration, and I didn't know what to say.

If I am too arrogant, it will inevitably give people the impression of being unstable, and if I am a modest appearance with a light breeze, in front of Mr. Wang, it seems that I am a little too pretended.

After thinking about it, I coped with it for a while and told him what had happened that day.

Of course, I naturally know how to call it detailed and appropriate.

Hearing all the twists and turns I said, Mr. Wang let out a long sigh, and then pointed it out to me: "Qin Luhai, this person, was originally a Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain, and he is still the uncle of the contemporary Zhang Tianshi, and later after being expelled from Longhu Mountain, he joined the Evil Spirit Sect, but he is the Qin Demon among the Twelve Demon Stars!" ”

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