Qi Ling scratched his hair, and his heart became inexplicably happy, "Speaking of which, what does the apostle do?

Silver Dust opened his eyes and looked at Qi Ling, the moonlight shone on his young and heroic face, his gaze was like a black sea, and his sword-like eyebrows set off his heroic spirit, "Apostle...... It's the next king, and when I die, you'll be the seventh king. ”

"Ahh

After spitting out the ice ballast in his mouth, Qi Ling still didn't give up, "Silver Dust, your soul skills are too powerful. How many years will I have to practice before I can be like you? You can also teach me to detonate an ice spike from the ground! I can save my life at a critical moment. Or at least you teach me to do the laundry, so that my follower is clean, and you have a face on your face!"

"These things can't be taught, they can only be gradually strengthened through constant combat and practice. What the king taught the apostles was only their unique method of soul movement. As for how much energy can be generated, it all depends on one's cultivation and comprehension. Sometimes, a little imagination is needed, and there are many ancient kings in the history of Yaslan, who have created various ways to fight using ice and mist, and have created and enhanced stronger, newer, and even weirder ways of fighting from generation to generation. To put it simply, the essence of soul art is to use the soul power in one's body to sense various elements in the outside world, so as to achieve a 'miracle' that ordinary humans cannot accomplish with their physical bodies. You can simply imagine the soul power in the body as water, and the soul path as a water channel, and the ability of soul art is to circulate the soul power along the soul path in the body, and in the process, react with the elements in the outside world. And the soul power that exists in the territory of the Yaslan Empire, as well as our body structure, are basically water attributes. As a result, we have an unrivalled control over things like water, ice, fog, and steam. But this kind of control over the elements, for the soul magician, is like breathing, blinking, chewing and swallowing, and other actions, almost a life instinct. It's like when you were born, no one taught you how to blink, how to breathe, but you were born with it, no one taught you how to jump, but you were born with it. It's the same with soul arts. You'll get it slowly. ”

Kirai's eyes sparkled and he listened very carefully.

"Moreover, because of the continuous manipulation, circulation, and agitation of the soul power in the body, the soul mages also have more powerful potential than ordinary humans. For example, our strength, speed, and regenerative healing ability are far beyond ordinary humans, so your chicken is already scorched. Yinchen looked at Qi Ling's back, with a faint smile on his face, and said gently.

"What chicken?...... Wow!!" Kirin reacted suddenly, jumped over and grabbed the branch, but it was too late, he looked at the charcoal-like thing in his hand and cried......

【Abyss Corridor】

The tall black mountains rising from both sides crowd the blue sky into a narrow gap.

At the entrance of the canyon, a thick milky white fog fills the air, like a strange white wave undulating at the bottom of the canyon. The depths of the canyon are also covered in fog, and nothing can be seen. Occasionally, an eerie roar was heard, vaguely echoing in the air.

The ground was littered with fragments of torn corpses, severed limbs, countless bizarrely shaped heads, some of which had been broken in half, cloudy brains splattered on the black rock walls, and some of which were only empty shells, the marrow inside had disappeared. Eyeballs of various colors and sizes, large and small, were scattered everywhere, like the eyes of countless unjust souls, staring at the world unwillingly.

Countless internal organs and intestines, soaked in plasma, hung around. On the cliffs, on the branches, in the rocky streams, and from time to time there were rocks floating on the water, and the whole huge valley was wrapped in a sticky, turbid stench.

A place as silent as purgatory on earth.

Intricate and bottomless, the hinterland of the canyon is covered with mist.

I don't know what happened here, so that this quiet deep mountain valley has become such a terrifying purgatory on earth.

Two small figures slowly walked out of the bloody mist.

The ghost mountain soul turned his head sideways, looked at the sleeping crystal face on his back that seemed to be about to shatter at the slightest touch, and the indescribable feeling rolled in his chest.

"We ...... Came out alive......" A smile finally appeared on the bloodstained face of the ghost mountain, and a layer of shining tears appeared in his star-like eyes.

The young man in the back opened his eyes that were thrillingly beautiful as amber, and his soft and long eyelashes decorated him like a young god. With delicate features and skin without any blemishes, his weak face looked like a mist that was about to dissipate, pale and weak, lifeless.

In the boy's pupils, a ghostly figure appeared.

The ghost mountain cracks stopped, and in the thick fog in the distance ahead, a ghostly silent shadow stood still, as if waiting for them. The ghost mountain crack soul stopped, and a layer of murderous intent shrouded his resolute face.

He gently placed the boy on the edge of the cliff and let him rest against the rock. The boy's pale face glowed with fear, and it looked like a gust of wind could make him fatally vulnerable.

"[Fifth Degree Prince] Ghost Mountain Crack Soul, it's you, right?" The ghost in the dense fog made a cold voice, low, like the breath of a snake.

"Who are you?" Countless golden cross patterns flickered faintly on the body of the Soul Piercing.

In the thick fog, the ghost slowly moved forward, silhouette emerging from the viscous mist, like a ghost floating in the water. His pitch-black robe, a hood that covered most of his face, and his black cloak floated lightly behind him, glowing with a smooth and delicate sheen, like the scales of a snake. There was no breath of life flowing from him.

"Netherworld. The black shadow said.

"Nether?...... [Second Degree Lord]...... Second Lord Netherworld ?......" There was a creepy and sharp voice in the voice of the ghost mountain sewing soul, and even he didn't realize it.

A hoarse and high-pitched voice made from fear.

Fear is like a dense network of ants, crawling out of the chest cavity of the soul and covering the whole body. When he tried to pull out the [Horcrux] from his body, he found that his body was completely immobile.