The human soul is a string, and the stronger the soul, the longer the string.

Chen Qing looked at the guqin, there was a messy thread, that was his soul, as for why the soul was a thread, Chen Qing didn't know, that would only be known when Chen Qing touched a higher place.

What Chen Qing needed to do was to tie his soul to this guqin and then tighten it.

The soul that never relaxes is the Horcrux, and the soul that is always in a state of tension can play music that can shake the soul.

And that's the string.

The body is like the puppet, and the soul is the thread that can control the puppet.

Chen Qing reached out to touch his soul and cleared the messy thread, and then Chen Qing grabbed the end of the soul and tied it to the end of the guqin.

This string should be tightened below, and according to the method of condensation of the Horcrux, it is said that making one's soul tense will make oneself feel pain, pain that cannot be alleviated.

And after tightening a string and then cutting it, you will feel the pain of tearing your soul.

This process is the most painful, many people directly collapse in this ring, and then go crazy, so not many people are willing to try.

Every step of making a Horcrux requires great care, and if you miss it, you may become a fool.

And this is done at the same time, and there is a great deal of suffering.

Chen Qing began to tighten this string, tied it to the other end of the guqin, tied the string, Chen Qing took out the first soul carving knife, and cut it at the end of the first string.

As if he was dehydrated, Chen Qing's body seemed to have fallen into the water and fished out, and his whole body was soaked with water oozing from his body, and the water was dripping and falling to the ground.

The severe pain made Chen Qing curl up on the ground.

Then Chen Qing grabbed the rest of the soul, tied the second string, and then cut it with a knife!

If Chen Qing was asked if there was anything more painful than cutting his soul by himself, Chen Qing would tell him that it had not been cut off with a knife.

Chen Qing looked at the soul carving knife, there was already a gap, which was caused by cutting his own soul.

Chen Qing's trembling hands held the soul carving knife again, removed the gap, and cut it on his soul again.

After making the second string, Chen Qing began to tie the third string.

Then came the fourth, fifth, sixth......

Chen Qing had almost forgotten that the method of condensing Horcruxes said that the strings of Horcruxes could have up to nine strings, and nine were extremely talented.

No one in this world can condense more strings. Nine is the extreme of heaven, and the limit of human beings is nine strings.

But Chen Qing's subordinates did not break, and the intense pain made him forget about them, and he only remembered that he had to tie his soul to the guqin.

The 10th, the 11th......

He didn't know exactly how long it had been, he just numbly pulled up his soul, then calibrated it to make sure there was not the slightest insanity, then tied it up, tied the other end, and then cut it off.

Sixteenth, seventeenth......

Outside the courtyard, Zhang Hongyu looked inside the house, and could still hear the violent wheezing sound, like a beast that was seriously injured and breathed rapidly, but he was afraid of being discovered by the hunters, so he pressed it very low.

It was a muffled breathing sound.

A month and a half had passed, Chen Qing was still in the room without stepping out, and Liu Sheng was like wood, maintaining that posture and never moving.

Zhang Hongyu had heard that condensing Horcruxes was dangerous, but in her eyes, for a drama master, condensing Horcruxes was not a trivial matter?

However, Zhang Hongyu's eyes changed slightly, she did not suspect that Chen Qing was not a drama master, but thought of a more terrifying possibility.

Before Li Ming didn't realize that the strength of the soul was the real strength, the soul strength of the drama master was often much stronger than that of ordinary people, and even those peerless and rare geniuses.

Moreover, their souls are sharper, and they feel the same pain several times more.

Zhang Hongyu suddenly looked at Bai Ruoxi beside him and said, "How many soul carving knives did you give him?"

Bai Ruoxi said: "Eighteen handles." ”

Zhang Hongyu frowned and said, "Maybe the soul carving knife is a little insufficient. ”

Bai Ruoxi said: "Generally speaking, a few soul carving knives are enough, even those geniuses who have not been out for 100,000 years, they only need eight soul carving knives at most, because, even the most powerful soul can only have nine strings at most, nine is the extreme of the sky, if it exceeds nine, then it is definitely not ten, because that is, the end of the soul." ”

Another half a month passed, and there was still no news in the room, except for the faint and heavy breathing sound indicating that Chen Qing was still alive, there was nothing else.

Zhang Hongyu looked at the door that had not been opened for two months, and muttered to himself: "Could it be that there is such a thing as the ultimate soul in the world?"

For example, the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Daos who was once the enemy of Zhang Hongyu's ancestors is the ultimate of the ancestral realm, although it is only the ancestral realm, but it can cross the great realm to face the enemy, and the demeanor of the ancestor of the ten thousand paths when he was young can be described to the extreme in one sentence, that is, the head of the gods.

Not a god, but the head of the gods.

You are the head of the gods, and in addition to the Ghost Emperor in the world, only the Ghost Emperor has the power to protect most of the countries under his command.

However, those characters are too far away, and the distance makes Zhang Hongyu chill just thinking about it.

Such an overlord is too unpredictable, in today's world, there are only kings walking in the world, and even the big people in the ancestral realm rarely appear, let alone gods.

The gods are above the nine heavens.

And she is just a multitude of beings living in the Nine Heavens.

When a person looks up at the sky, he should feel fear. If you don't feel fear, it's not just a person, it's a god.

Day after day passed, Zhang Hongyu judged that Chen Qing was still alive by virtue of the faint sound of breathing.

Another month passed, and outside the room, there were wisps of frost on Bai Ruoxi's face, and she brought bad news, "Quliu is already the last moment to break through to the boundless. ”

Zhang Hongyu's face tightened, his eyebrows were already full of killing intent, and he waved his hand lightly, it was a seal letter, only Wang Jiang could know the meaning of that seal letter, it was a symbol of the emperor's blood, a small bronze ghost.

"Xiaoqing, take this seal letter to the king general of the Wanxing Palace, and tell him that within three days, if you haven't come to see me, let the entire Wanxing Hall be buried with you. ”

The door was finally pushed open, and Chen Qing, who was thin and skinny, made a voice like a skeleton laughing strangely, sharp and hoarse.

"No need. ”

Zhang Hongyu's frowning brow was finally unraveled, "Congratulations, sir." ”

Chen Qing smiled and said: "Ho ho ho ho, it's a bit troublesome to cut meat with a blunt knife." ”

Zhang Hongyu was silent, isn't eighteen soul carving knives enough? she had already guessed something, and she also understood that she couldn't say it.

Chen Qing's Horcrux has at least nineteen strings or more!

It's horrifying.

Bai Ruoxi had never seen anyone condense the Horcrux and become this ghost virtue, but from Chen Qing's appearance, he could think of how much torture Chen Qing had suffered, and said, "But the Quliu Death is almost boundless!"

Chen Qing smiled freely, "Ho ho ho ho, he enters his boundless, I am my legend, the two have nothing to do with each other!"