With a crisp sound, a lighthouse lit up on the turbulent sea level, like a little light in the night, is the only way out of hope...

Mi Ke thinks so, it's like being injured, rubbing some medicine, if it doesn't work, take a few more anti-inflammatory drugs, and keep the medicine until the disease is gone!

Both internal and external cultivation, the combination of Chinese and Western, the symptoms are treated, ordinary people treat a disease and now sharpen their soul power in principle, in fact, the same.

Before, at the Yin Qi Screen of the Huangquan River in the Lost Forest, relying on his own perseverance, he managed to raise his soul power to the fifth level, but in the end, it was like taking more injections and medicines, and the body was paralyzed by the same way of stimulation and produced antibodies.

Since the external is not good, let's come to the internal, attracting into the body This is indeed a dangerous move, the sword goes sideways, but it is effective immediately, Mi Ke's soul body is hard, and this sixth-level soul power easily bounces away the surrounding pressure, and dies and comes to life!

Before he had time to get excited, the doubts in his mind rang suddenly like a set alarm clock, he looked at the shade of the acacia tree again, the two masters still looked light, elegant and elegant, and suddenly, they had the demeanor of a master again!

"Weird, really weird, how do they know?"

Mi Ke thought about it and felt that the problem was still with the Meng Po soup.

Since drinking soup and dying of drunken dreams, it is rare to see the two of them stumbling on weekdays.

For example, in the past, monks would often say that they were more handsome, and Taoist priests would mock them, saying that they were all twins, who was uglier than whom?

For example, sometimes Taoist priests often say that their Taoism is more powerful than Buddhism, and the monk is not convinced, so he pulls his cuffs and fights on the spot.

What's even more incredible is that even the same woman that the two of them once loved deeply haven't mentioned it again in recent times......

Makeover or reconciled?

No one can guess, but the only thing that is certain is that they have indeed changed!

"Time is pressing, let's get the other side flowers first!"

Mi Ke reined in his mind and adjusted his state to the best, and a thin wisp of yin qi drilled into the crack again, like bait, and flew into his mouth with a snort......

Time is like the pearl of the yellow spring, quietly passing away in the tick, and three days have passed in a blink of an eye.

Where the yin qi dragon head, the flowers on the other side are delicate, and the red flowers and two leaves in front of them are intertwined, tightly surrounded, which is the Manzhu Sawa that means reunion, and it is also the thing they want for this trip.

Mi Ke hung his head, and the gorgeous petals were still a few inches away from his fingers, but he couldn't reach them.

"Hey, it's a little close!"

Eighth-level soul power, this is the result of countless cold and stinging pains in the past three days, and the process in between is almost devastating, but now that I think about it, everything is relieved.

Someone said that pain can also be addictive, just like drugs, Mi Ke smiled bitterly, although I don't know which pervert summed up the wise saying, but after experiencing it, I feel that there is some truth.

When he experienced the process of dying, struggling and wanting to die and resurrect after experiencing the introduction of yin into the body again and again, he seemed to have found a trace of strange pleasure.

Pain and happiness, that satisfaction is a great progress in strength, but now there is still the last step!

At this moment, with two terrible screams behind him, the fluctuation of soul power came out, and Mi Ke didn't look back and knew that it was fourteen and Kuyou, and smiled heartily, they were level six!

"In that case, let's rush to the end!"

There is such a guidance on ninth-level soul power in the Soul Solid Codex: the same is the same, the difference is repulsed, the soul is yin, and the end is extreme!

At first, he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but with the implementation of the Yin Channel, he gradually gave birth to a trace of enlightenment.

The soul power is divided into nine levels, the first five levels are achieved by tempering outside the body, and the last three levels are absorbed by the body, but if you want to reach the limit, according to the code, it must be to completely assimilate the entire soul body and yin qi, otherwise just like yourself at this time, even if it is strong to level eight, but in this dragon head where the yin qi of the entire soul world is the strongest, it is still difficult to move an inch.

He hesitated for a moment, and decided to make one last big gamble for his reasoning, and everything was solved when he won, and if he lost, he took his own life to add a strong stroke to the signboard of the suicide holy land of Fuyin Mountain!

It was better to act than to move, he made a big decision and waved his hand, allowing the hard protective film to disappear out of thin air, and in an instant, the viscous yin qi in Wolong's body was like a flood that burst the embankment and quickly submerged it.

I saw two dazzling green rays suddenly passing through the undercurrent of the dragon's head, and then with a heavy breath, he swallowed the yin qi wandering around his mouth like a swimmer about to drown.

For a while, there was a strong agitation in Miko's soul body, and the entire soul body was quickly squeezed and shattered by the surrounding yin qi when it lost its protection.

Soul power has little to do with the realm, its strength is closely related to the density of the soul body, and the body of the eighth-level soul power that has been condensed with great difficulty is like a fragile porcelain piece that suddenly shatters in large pieces.

The magnitude of the destruction, the speed of which even he was amazed.

"If you want to break through the nine, you can only assimilate your soul body by allowing yourself to achieve a perfect balance of yin pressure inside and outside, so that you will not be excluded. ”

So while he was still conscious, Mi Ke closed his eyes tightly, and inhaled three times in a row with concentration, and just after the last trace of yin qi entered his body, he suddenly stopped all his movements.

In a moment, the continuous disintegration of the soul body immediately stopped, and Mi saw that he quickly emptied himself, and even his breathing suddenly stopped, for fear that this fragile balance would be easily broken.

Behind them, Fourteen and Kuyou were still struggling with the stinging pain, unable to care about anything, while the two masters under the tree in the distance smiled again.

"He likes to sacrifice his life every time, it's really panicking!"

"If you don't go crazy, you can't go to the extreme, when you don't care about anything, the road will appear!"

The two looked at each other and spoke, their eyes were sharp, and they saw that Mi Ke in the dragon head was polished by the balance of the pressure of the internal and external yin qi, and the broken soul body gradually grew a new part.

Don't break it, don't stand it!

After an hour, a figure took a steady step forward and slowly squatted down, carefully holding the red flower under his feet in the palm of his hand, gently lifting it up, and bringing it up by the roots.

At this time, Mi Ke's body was rendered by yin qi, glowing with a faint cyan, and the whole soul body was like a blue and white jade tripod, smooth and solid.

He got up again and put away the red flower, and with the crackling sound of the seven soul aperture at the same time, all the barriers disappeared, and the soul power was level nine, and it was a complete success!

At this time, there were two excited shouts from below: "Mi Ke boy, pick a little more mandalahua, and the poor Dao wants that Meng Po to brew some more wine for us to drink, haha!"

"The more the merrier, the more the merrier, the poor monk has been thirsty for a long time..."

Mysterious master, strange request, unconsciously Mi Ke had an indescribable admiration for the two of them, he nodded, and took another step.

In front of Manju Sawa is a red and white garden, where slender flowers grow in the cracks in the rocks on the mountainside, dancing as he approaches.

The white flowers, with two leaves facing each other, grow until they wither, each falling into one side, never intersecting, implying separation.

Mi Ke was not ambiguous, regardless of whether he was red or white, he picked a dozen flowers in one breath and then jumped down from the air.

The Taoist priest and the monk couldn't wait to greet him, and before he could speak, they looted all the mandala flowers.

Seeing the excitement of the two of them, he respectfully clenched his fists and said, "Thank you for your advice!"

"We haven't done anything, so thank you if you want to!" he waved his hand.

At this time, the two people in the Yin Qi Dragon's body had also recovered from the pain of being attracted into the body, and they hurried over when they saw that Mi Ke had picked flowers, and the two masters also praised at a glance: "Not bad, this trip can be described as full of harvest!"

When his soul power was still stuck at the bottleneck of the fifth level, he was suddenly awakened by those few words for no reason, and after looking at Fourteen and Kuyou, he finally couldn't help but ask, "I don't know how the two masters know the method of cracking?"

"Don't ask, we're just drunk and not awake, talking nonsense, you go your own way is the king!" After speaking, he turned around and left with the little white flower in his arms!

Kuyou laughed, took out the bamboo slips and recorded them, he said that these are all truths, and they should be memorized, and then followed.

Huangquan Waterfall, the bottom of Fuyin Mountain.

Rulong's yin qi was still flowing, and at some point, Mi Ke felt that a closed window in his heart had been pushed open, and looking at the cold light in front of him, he seemed to understand something!

A galaxy swept by, and the intricate soul destroying nails were scattered all over the ground, and he was no longer afraid of the ninth-level soul power, and walked straight over to pick up those pointed heads one by one, and then said to Fourteen: "Let's go, it's time to find our brother!"

The back turned, and the four figures gradually drifted away, standing in place, Fourteen was still thinking about what the master had just said: Walking your own way is the king.

It was said to Michael, and it sounded to him as well as to himself.

The two masters have changed, transcendent from the world, as if everything was written in their scripts, and they know it by heart.

Kuyou's following is also a broad road, that is the road that belongs to him.

Needless to say, he used his actions to tell everyone that he has been moving forward.

The world is like a mystery, and Fourteen stands at a crossroads on the road of exploration, and no one tells him where to go next.

Fourteen thought about it, but still took a step, following that sentence, taking your own path is the king, the road is long, and there is always one in the vast world that belongs to you!

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Six days have passed since they entered the mountain, the yellow spring water is still flowing, the Fuyin Mountain is still the same, and the sound of percussion in the wild forest in the distance is still echoing.

Five figures gathered together and walked past the forgers, they were talking about something, but no one could hear it clearly.

The light in the forest stretched the shadows behind them slenderly, and nothing changed except for the direction.

A soul soldier said: "Look, those few who ran away to kill themselves have come back again, I have never seen such a seedless guy..."

The other echoed: "It's just that I want to die but don't dare to die, I don't know what to think in my heart if I'm so daring, it's shameful and hateful..."

"Leave them alone, everyone has their own plans and their own path to follow, let's not be distracted by others..."

The discussion stopped, and the beating sound sounded again, subdued and frustrated, sonorous and powerful, like the drum of war that sounded the approaching strife, echoing at the foot of Fuyin Mountain for a long time, guiding future generations...