"It's all used by Master for me to defend myself. No matter what problems he encountered, Lin Xiu casually returned without blinking.

At this time, opposite him, sat a middle-aged man with a majestic appearance. The man has a beard, a neat black beard with a pinch of white beard in the middle, and the relative comb is neatly combed, and there is also a handful of white hair to the end in the middle of the upright black hair of the crown, such a appearance makes him even more disobedient, if someone who has seen the White Emperor comes to see him, they will find that he and the White Emperor have a bit of imagination, after all, they are brothers. But what is different from Emperor Bai's eyes that has the world in mind is that this person's seemingly calm eyes are full of cruelty.

When Lin Xiu tidied up his clothes and was brought to him by the guards, in addition to staring at him for a long time, he was squinting at him with a series of questions.

And he had already thought about it, and pushed it all to his bald donkey master. Master Bald Donkey should be very capable, and Bai Wei is also very respectful to him and respects him as a master. And as we all know, he has been taken away by the bald donkey master all these years, so it makes sense that all these strange things are pushed on him. It's just that Amitabha Buddha is guilty of sins, I'm sorry that the old bald donkey took advantage of you.

"Because my body was weak since I was a child, Master planted these textures on me. When I left, I sent a lot of spiritual power into it and gave me a string of prayer beads. And on the Shenlong Slope, what Kang's killing intent and the stimulation of imminent death may have triggered something, so it became like this, otherwise do you think that after that Kang's blow, my body, which is even more useless than ordinary people, will not be exploded?"

Bai Wei frowned and thought about it, too, even if he was an ordinary person, he would die under that Yankang's blow, not to mention him? What made him believe even more was that when he found him lying in the empty courtyard, there was indeed a white rosary on his neck, and it was not that he didn't think about taking that rosary to observe, but there was a faint Buddha power resisting him.

Of course, if he really wants to take it by force, he will definitely be able to take it, but there is no point in doing so. But what he was puzzled about was that this faint Buddha power was completely different from the power that sucked the spiritual power in other people's bodies, and the Buddha energy was a decent qi, how could there be blood?

But looking at Lin Xiu's scoundrel look, no matter what you ask, I know these anyway, and he knows that he can't ask anything.

"It stands to reason that you should call me father. Bai Wei raised his eyebrows slightly.

Lin Xiu glanced at him lightly and found that there was no trace of emotion in his eyes at all. "I didn't call you before the recovery of the spirit, and after the recovery of the spirit, I knew that you were above the ten thousand people in the empire, and it is not an exaggeration to say that you are the first person in martial arts, how dare I call you that. ”

"I heard that you were able to cultivate before?" Bai Wei lowered his eyes and picked up the pen to point out the ink.

"Liang Ke is just a dream, now it's good if he is not crippled, how dare he ask for so much. It is very happy to be able to bear the name of the little prince and be powerful in the imperial city. ”

Lin Xiu tugged at the corners of his mouth, and looked cynically at Bai Wei lifting the pen and preparing to drop the paper.

"Well, since you're back, stay in peace, and I'll send someone to protect you. After Bai Wei finished speaking expressionlessly, he stopped looking at Lin Xiu, picked up the pen and paper, and sprinkled it on it.

Lin Xiu watched quietly, then the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he turned around and strode away.

At the last moment, Bai Wei waved his pen and wrote vigorously on the paper about "giving" and "gaining".

Just show him, let him know what to give and what to get?

"It seems that this prince seems to want to monitor and imprison me, he can give me brocade clothes and food, safety and security, the title of the little prince, this is what I can 'get', so what do you want me to give up?"

"Alas, it's troublesome, I'd have pretended to be stupid if I said it earlier, but he won't believe it...... Lao Yin, how can you let me get out of this trouble and find a dangerous place to practice......"

And after Lin Xiu had been gone for a long time, Prince Bai Wei put down his pen and asked at the seemingly empty room:

"Shadow Ten, is there anything wrong with him?"

A faint sound like a needle piercing the air reached Bai Wei's ears in a straight line, and there was no leakage at all.

After a few whispers, a hint of meaning flashed in Bai Wei's eyes again. "It's fine if he's demented or in a coma all the time, or even just a stupid ordinary person, but it's ...... It's a pity......"

Bai Wei once again raised his pen and ink: "Puppets shouldn't be so smart!"

......

Lin Xiu returned to the room and sat cross-legged on the bed. He thought about it, and the magic voice said that he wanted him to cultivate the 'Soul Devouring Pen'.

"Soul Eater...... Is it something related to Soul Eater?"

He calmed down and snuck consciousness into his mind. From this time he woke up, he was able to sink into his consciousness space again.

What made him happy was that his spirit body did not dissipate, but may have been injured and became more transparent and illusory, although in addition to being able to sink into the consciousness space, he could not see half of the inside of his body, let alone perceive his dantian, and this also meant that he could not collect spiritual energy to enter and cultivate.

But the magic voice said that he should cultivate the 'Soul Eater Pen' well.

There are roughly two ways to cultivate the spiritual realm, one is the public's spiritual martial arts cultivation and spiritual power dantian, and the other is the spiritual imperial cultivation that only a few people can carry out, cultivating the spiritual power to influence all things with the spiritual power to control the aura.

And those who can carry out spiritual imperial cultivation can undoubtedly cultivate spiritual martial arts, but for those who are extremely qualified, being able to become a respected spiritual master and have a strength higher than that of spiritual martial cultivators of the same level is their own destiny. Of course, there are also many people with this qualification, who choose Lingwu cultivation because the path of the spirit master is difficult to walk, or because they advocate physical strength.

As for those who practice both...... It's not that there isn't, but they're all drowned in the wave of cultivators. No matter how high the spirit pillar is, the talent is excellent, and no matter how hard you work, you choose to cultivate concurrently, but the result is the same.

One cultivation method is already too difficult, let alone two cultivation methods at the same time? It's not a matter of dividing half of each portion so it's slower. It is not easy to capture the aura of heaven and earth, and how many will be missed if you pick up a copy, and how much will be left that can enter your body?

What's more, if you cultivate the spiritual body, when you bring in the spiritual energy, the spiritual energy caused by the exercises will be instantly absorbed by the spiritual body, if you want to forcibly take it and send it to the dantian, how much work will you have to waste? And for those who are also cultivators, the level of the 'Imperial Spiritual Decision' of the Imperial Spirit and the 'Spiritual Decision' of the Lingwu must be on par, otherwise it will be difficult for the weak party to obtain the spiritual energy at all. If it goes on like this for a long time, it is inevitable that you will go mad and explode and die!

Not to mention that the soul master is fundamentally strong, and the realm of the spirit tribulation is an existence that can survive the catastrophe by abandoning the physical body at a critical juncture! And for the spirit martial cultivator, the body is all blown up, the dantian is gone, and he still plays with a yarn?

When Lin Xiu saw his spirit body, he was overjoyed, at least he had the possibility of being a spirit master again. You said that he only has one grid of spirit pillars that can't be cultivated? He will roll your eyes widely, is there any mistake, only one grid is the big brother Mu Nelin Xiu who has already burped, and his soul has crossed over, not necessarily worse than those arrogant people who can cultivate the spirit master!

Although he couldn't see the inside of his body, he was a little disappointed that he didn't see the intact dantian and meridians. But he had a strong premonition that the cultivation of the 'Spirit Devouring Pen' was the cultivation of the Spirit Master!

The cultivation method of using the pen and handwriting, except for those who use the pen as a weapon to write, is only the spirit of the spirit master. And the devil can use a pen as a weapon?

Lin Xiu looked at the mysterious purple-red light in the consciousness space, and his heart was full of anticipation.

He didn't rush forward to see, but adjusted his mood and state to the best, and then slowly stepped forward and touched the purple red that changed his fate.

Paragraph by piece, words leaped into his mind, swirling around the purple-red light that slowly thinned with the touch.

Those words Lin Xiu had never seen before, but they had turned into some of the languages he could understand, just like the first time he came into contact with the Pure Heart Mantra, the Locking Demon Hoop, and the extremely domineering words. But even then, the words are extremely obscure.

This time, there were so few things he could understand, but fortunately, the words had not disappeared, and he could still watch them over and over again, while he was desperately trying to remember.

"It should be an exercise, and it is a cultivation method of the Spirit Master!" Lin Xiu's heart couldn't help but get excited again. As long as he can cultivate, he can have enough strength, whether it is spiritual cultivation or mental cultivation, he is eager to be abnormal!

"It seems to say, first of all, you have to conquer a pen in some way, and only with that pen can you cultivate...... The others are to cooperate with that pen to cultivate and control the aura......"

Lin Xiumei's heart hurt when he saw the obscure text, and he was even tired and wanted to fall into a deep sleep, he thought that it was because he couldn't understand it that caused this, but he didn't know that even if this text was placed in front of other spirit masters, they couldn't understand it at all, and if they could read one-fifth of it, they were already considered geniuses with strong souls.

Those Lin Xiu in the back directly skipped it, and it was better to say if he didn't understand it, mainly because he was about to reach a critical point. It's not that he didn't think about quitting and resting for a while, but as long as he retreated a little, even the words that appeared before would slowly disappear, and if he wanted to touch and read it again, he would have to start all over again.

"The pen is in it!"

Since all of them have to conquer that pen first, then of course they have seen that pen!

As the purple-red light cluster became smaller and smaller, Lin Xiu cheered up and concentrated his attention that was already about to be dissipated, staring at the front.

As if peeling back a cocoon, time was slowly passing, Lin Xiu's eyes were already blurry, he was about to squeeze all his soul power, and it was with his strong willpower that he had survived until now.

To be able to endure the pain that is even more extreme than going to hell and enduring the punishment of eighteen layers of hell, will you be defeated by this little pen of yours?

"If I can't even see you, then how can I conquer you!"

There was a roar in Lin Xiu's consciousness, and he was crushing the purple-red light cluster that had shrunk to the size of a cylinder.

"Bang!"

Whether it was the explosion of consciousness or the explosion of the light cluster, he could no longer tell. It was only at the moment when he fell into a coma that something as deep as the darkest night came into his blurred eyes.