That's right, cultivating immortal souls requires mythical creatures.

Part of mythical creatures, to be precise.

Whether it's blood, flesh, bones, souls, or even hair.

According to the concept of Senluo Continent, the category of mythical creatures is actually quite extensive, the angels and evil spirits in the starry sky are mythical creatures, the six gods of the six churches are also mythical creatures, the immortal birds are also mythical creatures, and the mysterious queen is undoubtedly a mythical creature.

To cultivate the immortal soul, you need a part of the thirteen mythical creatures as materials.

This is also one of the reasons why Roger went to the territory of the immortal bird this time, not only to resurrect Rosarina, but also to make himself stronger in his own cultivation.

The blood of the Lord of the Storm, Roger has always had.

If you are an evil spirit, a little evil spirit is.

Because the little evil spirit is just a wisp of remnant soul, and the main body has long disappeared, the path of wanting to use the hair and blood of the little evil spirit to practice is blocked.

Roger was also embarrassed to take another bite from that remnant soul, and if he did it again, it would be gone, so now the only thing on Roger's body that could be used for immortal soul cultivation was the blood of the Storm Lord.

Because he took too many potions in the royal city of Lowell and when he left, the six paths, the second order, the third order, and the fourth rank, added up to more than a dozen bottles, although Roger forcibly suppressed it at that time, but it actually caused a little impact, and for more than a month before, Roger had been digesting the power in these potions, and only now did he take out the blood of the Lord of the Storm.

Looking at the bright red blood beads in his hands, Roger took a deep breath, and his face was a little solemn.

The blood of the Lord of the Storm, the will contained in it, could have had a real impact on Roger's soul. It's a pity that Roger had absorbed a lot of the Blood of the Storm Lord before, but at that time he hadn't mastered the cultivation method of Immortal Soul.

From this aspect, it can also be seen how difficult the cultivation of immortal souls is, the blood and soul of mythical creatures are definitely not treasures for ordinary transcendents, and can even be said to be deadly poisons.

Take the Blood of the Storm Lord as an example, even if the average transcendent person obtains it, it will not be able to take it at all.

If you dare to swallow it directly, the will of the Storm Lord contained in it is enough to crush the soul of an ordinary transcendent into slag in an instant.

The two sides are not of the same grade at all, ordinary transcendents don't even have a chance to try to digest the power in them, just touching, approaching the blood of these mythical creatures, it is possible to cause a strong irreparable impact and damage to the soul.

Gently shaking the glass bottle in his hand, Roger could see that the strange mucous membrane on the surface of the god's blood was still squirming slightly, even after all this time, the god's blood still had not lost its vitality.

Roger didn't hesitate for anything, and after staring at the blood of the gods twice, he brought the glass bottle to his mouth, and the spherical blood naturally poured into Roger's mouth along the mouth of the bottle.

With a slight squirm in his neck, the blood of the god was swallowed by Roger!

The power of storm and lightning once again surfaced on Roger's surface, and the room was filled with howling winds, lightning and thunder.

Roger quickly began to mobilize the aura in his body, instilling it in his mind, pouring into his soul, urging his soul to absorb the divinity contained in the blood of the gods.

The true core of the Immortal Soul Cultivation is to use the divinity of mythical creatures to temper one's soul.

Obviously, this was not a particularly pleasant process.

As if, Roger seemed to lose his ability to see for a moment, and his eyes became pitch black.

Immediately after, an extremely strange feeling welled up in his soul, and he couldn't help but tremble, his legs went limp, and his mouth opened and his throat was a wheezing gasp.

He felt the wisp of divinity that belonged to the Lord of the Storm, looking down on him from above.

Divinity, this is the core and most terrifying part of the body of mythical creatures.

Although Roger had absorbed the blood of the Storm Lord before, he had not stripped the divinity contained in the blood and sucked it alone

Collect, as the blood is digested, the divinity naturally breaks free from its shackles, escapes, and is reabsorbed by the Lord of the Storm.

Roger's reaction was extremely fast, he quickly suppressed the trembling in his body and the fear in his soul, his consciousness fell into a deep, peaceful and secluded darkness, he did not rush to devour this wisp of divinity, but stabilized his state first.

This wisp of divinity also seemed to sense something, and after being stripped out alone, divinity immediately began to rampant in Roger's soul world, as if trying in vain to break free from the bondage.

Every impact can cause a terrifying shock in Roger's soul world, if this is the ocean, it must have been rough and the waves are monstrous.

The dark soul world seems to be a little unable to withstand the violent impact, and the fluctuations are becoming more and more intense.

At this moment, countless dense tentacles suddenly separated from Roger's soul, snaking towards the divinity like a poisonous snake.

The divinity tried to dodge.

But this is Roger's soul world, and he is the master here.

There are more and more shots extending out of the soul, densely packed, almost completely filling the entire soul world, leaving no gaps.

The place where divinity can hide is getting smaller and smaller.

Finally, a tentacle wrapped around the divinity.

Airplanes.

Roger's body and soul seemed to have been hit by thunder and lightning, and this tentacle instantly collapsed, and even his body trembled violently.

In the room, there seemed to be a cold wind blowing soaked in the bone marrow, and a layer of fine small bumps appeared on his body.

At this moment, Roger has an enlightenment in his soul, and the process of surrendering and absorbing divinity is the process of refining his soul, and his soul will continue to become stronger in this process.

The collapse of one tentacle did not discourage Roger in the slightest, and the second tentacle quickly wound up, but this tentacle was torn to pieces by a gust of wind.

Articles 3, 4, 5......

The hundredth, the two hundredth, the thousandth?

It was a painful and tormenting process, and the feeling of the soul tentacles being shattered was not pleasant, but Roger completely ignored this pain and rose to the occasion again and again.

If this taste is placed on ordinary transcendents, the soul is afraid that it will become crazy in an instant.

Even Roger didn't know how many times he had tried, and finally the speed at which the tentacles were broken began to slow down, and before the first tentacle could be broken, the second one was already entangled.

Just as the first tentacle was finally destroyed by divinity, the third, fourth tentacles had spread beyond divinity.

The divinity is entangled more and more, and as soon as it is entangled, the greedy soul begins to absorb the power of the divinity.

I don't know how long it was, but Roger's chest suddenly rose and fell violently, his lips opened, and he exhaled a long stream of air.

The eyelids are open.

The black eyes, for some reason, turned a little gray, as if they were chaotic.

Those eyes revealed a downright indifference.

This gloom and apathy didn't last long, maybe only a few seconds, and Roger's eyes gradually returned to normal.

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, then his eyes drooped, and his head tilted and he fell into a deep sleep on the bed.

He finally digested the trace of divinity left by the Lord of the Storm in his blood, and the moment the divinity was completely absorbed, Roger could feel that his soul was sublimated.

The soul of 30,000 years has become even stronger.

However, what followed was intense exhaustion caused by the long hours of practice, and he needed to rest.

I don't know how long I slept this night, until the crimson sunlight outside the window shone on his body, and Roger felt a little itchy on his face.

Consciousness is returning little by little, a little unbearable to the itchy taste, Roger subconsciously shook his head, and then felt that the bottom of his neck, the back of his head seemed to be

Fluffy.

In the wings of the nose, it seems that there is a special fragrance.

Like the fragrance of plants and trees, like the freshness of freshly turned earth, like the fragrance of flowers that have just bloomed.

In a daze, Roger opened his eyes.

In the haze, what I saw in front of me was a pale emerald green.

It's like a fresh sprout.

As the focus of his gaze gradually condensed, Roger finally saw clearly, the emerald green tender green, and the slender long hair.

Close at hand was a gentle and beautiful face with long, pointy ears.

Is it the Virgin Nina?

Below the neck, are Nina's soft thighs.

The fragrance smelled in the wings of her nose was the pure body fragrance of Nina's body.

Speaking of which, this pillow is good, Roger doesn't want to get up a little, and then he continues to lie lazily on his soft thighs.

"The master is awake?" Nina saw the scene when Roger opened his eyes, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked into a smile, and her slender fingers rubbed Roger's cheek.

The chin is slightly stubble, and it feels a little prickly to the touch.

"Hmm." Roger snorted in his nose, he only remembered that after he practiced immortal soul and absorbed the divinity of the Storm Lord, a wave of intense sleepiness swept over him, and he fell asleep at that time.

"How long have I been asleep?" Roger asked.

"It didn't take long to ......"

"It's only half a month......

Burst...... Roger, who had just squinted his eyes, immediately widened his eyes.

Good guys, half a month hasn't been long?

Damn, the journey to the territory of the undead has been delayed for so long, and the devil knows if anything will change.

"Half a month ago, when I came to look for Mr., I found that Mr. was asleep and couldn't wake up anymore, Selubelia, Evangerine, Leonona, Louise, Vera, Selena, and those orcs were all worried, but Miss Lilith said that you were just asleep, probably because you were too tired from practicing and needed a long sleep to adjust." Nina explained softly.

"So, these days, it's Celubelia, Evangelin, Miss Lilith and I take turns taking care of it, and now it's my turn."

"Well, thank you." Roger moved his head slightly and said, "By the way, you came to me in the middle of the night half a month ago, is there anything important?"

Roger just asked casually, but Nina's cheeks instantly turned crimson.

Her gaze was a little flustered, and she subconsciously slashed around, her slender neck squirming slightly:

"Just ......"

"That's it...... Fulfill what was promised."