Chapter 115: The Soul of a Child

In the center of Jinrui City, somewhere in an elegantly laid out room.

Chen Ping sat on the futon with a solemn face.

Half a day ago, Meng Yan's abnormal behavior made him feel very gloomy.

Originally, according to his plan, he was going to kill this son, and then take away his puppet inheritance.

I never thought that it was a bamboo basket for water.

Not only did he not succeed, but he also lost his whereabouts. Grabbing

Jinrui City has a large population, and Meng Yan must have been vigilant, and finding out this person again is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

"The sudden appearance of the divine consciousness carried a strange aura, and it was definitely not from Meng Yan himself."

According to his guess, it was very likely that this son had a high-level monk's soul body hidden in his body.

The physical body is the vehicle of the soul.

Just like water and fish, without water, fish can indeed survive, but eventually they will die.

In his previous life, he was in the realm of False Dan.

The soul is out of the body, naked in heaven and earth, and it will dissipate in a few days.

If it is a Jindan monk, the soul is nourished by the Dan Qi all the time, and even if it is separated from the physical body, it can survive for a relatively long time.

But this period generally does not exceed 10 years or 8 years.

However, there are many supernatural secret techniques in the cultivation world that can greatly delay this time.

"Hehe, the little guy is very blessed."

Chen Ping's eyebrows flickered.

From this point of view, Meng Yan's puppet technique was also taught by the soul body. 淘戅League of Legends戅

And it is very likely to be the soul of Brother Jindan.

As for the performance, it is only barely equivalent to the late stage of foundation building, probably because the soul has been separated from the body for too long, causing the strength to slowly drop to this level.

"The road is unpredictable, how can it be as good as it should be."

Chen Ping sighed softly and put the matter aside for the time being.

In another month, it will be the opening day of the Jinrui City Auction Conference.

Chen Ping planned to take the two-pattern Tsukidan and left Jinrui Island.

Then, find a remote island and cultivate all the way to the foundation building realm.

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The mortal area of Jinrui City covers an extremely large area.

There are 700,000 to 800,000 ordinary people who don't have spiritual roots.

They breathe in a small amount of aura all year round, are physically robust, and rarely get sick.

Such as plague and animal plague, there is no room for transmission.

Once there is a sign of it, the immortal master in the city will immediately take action to solve it.

On the South Street of the Mortal Quarter, there is a palatial mansion.

At this moment, the Wu family compound is surrounded by lanterns on both sides of the house, and the lights in the house are colorful, and the guests are weaving.

Today is the 80th birthday of Wu Youcai, the owner of the mansion.

This Wu Youcai is a well-known wealthy family in the South Street area.

His youngest son is an immortal master, and twenty years ago, he joined the Jin family.

As a result, Wu Youcai's status in Jinrui City became more prominent.

Midnight.

Wu Youcai and the guests were drunk.

After saying a few words in a daze, the old man entered the room with a young and beautiful maid in his arms.

Eighty doesn't matter.

After taking the elixir sent by his youngest son, Wu Youcai suddenly returned to spring like the old tree, and he was alive and well after tossing for a night.

On the contrary, the beautiful lady under her felt a lot of pain, and spat out the aroma and shouted "Master spare his life".

Outside this house full of spring, there is a cold and lonely firewood room.

Inside, piles of wood of various lengths were piled up unevenly on both sides of the house.

Behind the gap in the wood lies an ugly-faced monk.

It was Meng Yan who Chen Ping chased and lost first.

I saw him kneeling on his knees, and a hazy green shadow floated on the palm of his outstretched hand.

Looking closely, the green shadow turned out to be a standing, lifelike half-inch villain.

The face, limbs, and even the clothes are all complete.

"Master Ding, does that kid from the Chen clan really have the ability to kill me?"

Meng Yan's tone was respectful, but with a hint of doubt.

Over the years, he has cultivated puppetry, and he is not afraid of being besieged by several monks of the same rank.

But before boarding the ferry port, Master Ding suddenly woke up and ordered him to return to the city immediately to take refuge.

All of this was just because of a Qi cultivator whose realm was comparable to his.

This made him extremely confused, and even though he knew that he would be reprimanded by Master Ding, he couldn't help but speak.

And the group of green shadows that Meng Yan inquired about looked like a seven or eight-year-old immature boy, with red lips and white teeth, as if a jade boy had come into the world.

The boy pointed at Meng Yan angrily, and his voice was extremely empty: "Before the real person blew up the Golden Pill, he had cultivated a puppet heart. ”

"The puppet mind has a strong warning effect. In case of danger, it will be presented with four spiritual lights: red, orange, blue, and purple. ”

"Just now, the puppet's heart has turned purple, which means that there will be no life in the future."

"Therefore, the real person would rather fight for the loss of the divine soul to forcibly wake up from the state of suspended animation, and prevent you from boarding the spirit boat in time."

"Unless there is a great supernatural monk who intervenes with a spell, there will never be a mistake with the warning of the heart."

Recalling the previous scene of the clash of divine senses, the boy smiled strangely: "Do you know that the junior divine consciousness has surpassed that of ordinary early foundation building monks. ”

"What!"

Meng Yan's voice trembled, and his eyes were full of horror.

That Chen Ping is the brother of Chen Wei, the shopkeeper of Guangfu Pavilion.

The Haichang Chen family, a mere third-rate foundation building family, was able to cultivate such a strong Qi cultivator?

"Hehe, you have the chance to get the inheritance of the real person, but others can't?"

The boy's soul sneered, and then said in a solemn tone: "That kid's divine sense is far beyond ordinary people, this is not a level that can be achieved by swallowing ordinary heaven and earth treasures. ”

"Therefore, the real person suspects that he has cultivated a secret method that can increase his divine sense."

"The secret methods involving the divine soul are all treasures of cultivation! Even if the real person is in the Jindan realm, there is no chance to find one. ”

"As far as this true person knows, in my Yuanyan Islands cultivation world, only the Sword Ding Sect has collected a secret method of increasing the divine soul, and I heard that it is only a lower level of Xuanpin, and the effect is extremely poor."

"But even so, that secret technique has been listed as a treasure of the Zhen Sect by the Sword Ding Sect, and it cannot be taught by non-true disciples."

After listening to the boy's speculation, Meng Yan couldn't help but feel excited.

The secret art of soul cultivation is a key to the realm of a top-level puppeteer for monks who have mastered the puppet technique.

"Boy Yan, wait until you cultivate to the Foundation Building Realm, create a few second-order puppets, and then plan well to take down that little ghost. Anyway, we already know his heels, the Zhuji family, can be wiped out! ”

The boy's two small fists were clenched tightly, and his innocent face was full of hideous color.

"You still have to rely on Master Ding for advice."

Meng Yan carefully held the villain and said flatteringly.

"You leave Jinrui City first. After a few years of building the foundation, go to King Snake Island again, slaughter the bloodthirsty tiger shark, and pick the ethereal grass. ”

The boy looked at him lightly and commanded in an orderly manner.

"Respect Master Ding's order."

Meng Yan buried his head and said honestly.

The bloodthirsty tiger shark is entrenched under King Snake Island in order to protect a second-order heaven and earth spiritual creature, the Ethereal Grass.

Swallowing the Ethereal Spirit Grass alive can increase the power of the Divine Soul a little.

The group of bloodthirsty tiger sharks that infested King Snake Island numbered nearly a hundred.

Although he didn't have a second-order Shark King, his current cultivation level was still low, so he called Chen Wei for help.

But since he suspected that Chen Ping had a secret soul cultivation, the ethereal grass was tasteless.