He first took off his upper body clothes, took out an ointment from his backpack and applied it evenly to his body. This ointment, which is mainly made of hardeners and blood droplets, can make the body effectively resist the infiltrated ghost qi. This is not to stop the ghosts from invading, but to slow it down.

When the demons invade, they will first attack the heart of the human body, and if it is breached, there will be no ghost swordsmen left, only a corpse. The so-called ghost swordsmen are those who can at least resist such attacks.

However, this kind of invasion will also make the distribution of ghost qi in the body extremely disordered. In order to allow the ghost qi to be more evenly distributed on the left arm, Midi had to slow down its speed with ointment as soon as he came up, so as to achieve the effect of evenly containing the ghost qi in the left arm.

Then, Midi took out another bottle of pale golden potion, then took a small sip in his mouth, and did not swallow it.

This is a soul-calling potion formed by dissolving soul crystals into mandala juice and then diluting them, which is a hallucinogen, and drinking too much may cause death. However, when it is used, it can stimulate the potential in consciousness, so that the weak soul of the human being can surpass the powerful ghosts.

Only in this way can you better integrate yourself with the ghosts and gods, and then form a master-slave relationship that is enough to master the ghosts and gods.

Once everything was ready, and the ointment had penetrated into the skin, Midi took the last two ingredients, Shadow Grass and Lavender, and strode towards the island in the middle of the lake.

The water was shallow, but it was also cold, but Midi walked as if she didn't feel anything. With every step he took, he could feel the ghost aura around him become stronger, and at the end it was like a substance, like a slender and sharp steel wire, hanging on his body, making his skin feel an irresistible chill.

One step, one step at a time.

Midi's feet finally left the lake and stepped on the pure white sand.

He took a deep breath, and then, without hesitation, his left hand grasped the broken sword in front of him!

The pain spread through Midi's body in an instant, as if it were a half-melted steel sword, stabbing from his left arm towards his heart!

The ointment prepared in advance did work, but it also magnified the pain dozens of times - because the speed of the ghost's invasion of the flesh was greatly slowed down, the instantaneous pain that was originally cut in two was now cut back and forth like a blunt knife, stinging Midi's nerves and even his soul.

Even though it was winter, beads of sweat the size of beans were dripping from Midi's forehead, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably. However, looking at Sen Ran's cold ghost qi spreading like a vine along his left arm towards his heart, he didn't say a word, just took a sip of the soul-calling potion in his mouth, waiting for the best time.

Suddenly, all the pain was gone, and the ghost energy seemed to have died down, and it didn't move.

But instead of breathing a sigh of relief, Midi condensed his spirit to the limit in an instant—the ghost was about to charge up and launch a devastating blow!

Ordinary swordsmen may not know anything about this situation, but for Midi after being reborn, this is the most critical moment. He waited with bated breath. The next moment, all of a sudden, the sensation of his left arm completely disappeared, as if his arm had been cut off by Qi Gen, and it was the full force of the ghost god's blow!

Midi swallowed the Soul Evoking Elixir at this moment, his soul and consciousness swelled at this moment, and his eyes burst out with a sharp light like a knife.

This overwhelming spiritual power collided with the attack of the ghosts and gods from the front, and the two used Midi's physical body as a battlefield, fighting to the death in silence.

As the minutes passed, the effects of the evokive potion wore off bit by bit, and the body felt as if it had been torn apart, and the pain was intense. However, Midi did not give up, still gritted his teeth and tamed the ghost energy in his body.

It really hurts, it hurts so much that my whole body is numb, and my soul can't move, but compared to the despair of losing my family, my companions, and my lovers in the past 20 years, what is this pain in front of me?

Answer my call!, Midi cried out in her heart.

Finally, the ghostly aura instantly contracted, like frozen ice, and froze on Midi's left arm.

A protrusion the size of a bean grain appeared on the surface of the arm, then retracted, and after a while reappeared, the contraction continued to recur, as if there was a miniature heart inside the ghost hand. There were more and more such hearts, four, eight, sixteen, and at the end of the whole hand was densely covered with protrusions. This one shrunk, the other protruded, and it beat faster and faster, so much so that Midi felt like her left arm was about to explode.

Eventually, however, the beating slowed down, and Midi noticed that the protruding beats were gradually matching her own heartbeat. Finally, a scorching stream of energy poured through her wrists, and Midi found herself feeling a part of her body again: her left arm was moving, as nimble as ever!

The "ghost hand" is formed!

Unlike the ghostly hands of ordinary ghost swordsmen, who are full of ghostly energy and even undergo morphological changes, looking terrifying, Midi's left arm is almost no different from that of a normal person. Only the surface of the arm seems to be engraved with countless dark purple patterns like vines, which continue to spread until it is close to the shoulder, and the breath is completely restrained, without any sign of being released.

If you put on clothes and armor, not only will you not be able to see the difference in appearance, but you won't even feel the ghostly energy. However, inside this left arm, Midi could clearly feel that an incomparably powerful force was lurking.

The lines on the surface of the ghost hand flickered, and the surrounding magic began to gather towards Midi's location.

This is the first magical pull carried out by the ghost hand, and after this pull, Midi will change from an ordinary swordsman to a ghost swordsman who can sense magic power. And the degree of this first magical traction determined Midi's growth potential as a ghost swordsman, so his eyes immediately showed a look of concern.

In the previous life, although the fusion was interrupted in the middle of the process, during the re-performed ritual after that, Midi's ghosts and gods still raised him to a full level, and all his physical qualities were significantly improved, which shows the strength of his strength.

Now, Midi has made all kinds of preparations, and the whole fusion process is also perfect, I don't know how far the Dao can go?

In Midi's expectant gaze, the magic around her came like a tidal wave.

It was like a whirlwind blowing out of thin air, and the magic in the air suddenly became rich. The original invisible magic power was now like a substance, bringing up gusts of strong wind, stirring Midi's trouser legs and bringing out the sound of hunting. Midi's eyes showed a look of shock and surprise, and the magnitude of the magic vortex made him feel as small as an ant. The entire surface of the lake is filled with a strong sense of magic, and the sight is magnificent.

At the same time, Midi can also clearly feel that his physical fitness is improving at an unprecedented speed!

The force becomes stronger and stronger, and with a single blow, it can create a cyclone with an afterimage in the air.

The physical strength became more and more abundant, the heartbeat gradually slowed, and the breathing became extremely long.

The perception of the magic around him is constantly improving, whether it is the attributes of the magic power, or the amount of magic power, it is clearly reflected in his mind.

And the mind has become extremely clear, the speed of thinking, the speed of reaction, as if to go up to a new level.

In an instant, Midi found that he had crossed the peak of level 16 and stepped into the threshold of level 17. This was the record of the previous life, but now Midi could clearly feel that this was far from his limit!

In the blink of an eye, level 18 was also broken.

In the cave, the cold wind whimpered, and the huge amount of magic power was being absorbed, and then transformed into the power of Midi and the ghosts.

Level 19!

Midi trembled with excitement, almost incredulously. From level 16 to level 19, the fusion with ghosts and gods actually made him directly increase by 3 levels. Not only that, but the change in physical fitness even far exceeds the improvement of the level, according to Midi's estimate, although he is only level 19 now, but in terms of absolute strength and physical strength, he definitely surpasses the average ghost swordsman, and can even be compared with the transferor.

The growth of the force finally began to slow down, and the surging magic in the cave finally stopped gathering and gradually dissipated, and the howling wind on the lake finally quieted down and gradually stopped.

Midi's ghost hand had changed its appearance again, and the surface lines were no longer scattered like vines, but like a precision circuit made of rulers, in the form of a spiral, finely distributed on the surface of the skin, faintly scattering a light purple light. It seems to be an obscure and esoteric circle, like an abyss.

The fusion of ghosts and gods is finally almost complete.

There is still the last step left, and that is the seal.

Although Midi tamed the ghosts and gods with his own will at the moment, as long as one was not paying attention, or fell asleep, it was easy to become a captive of the ghosts and gods again. The battle between the ghost swordsman and the invading ghost god will continue from the moment of his birth until his death, and it is a long process that covers a lifetime.

Therefore, this is where the Seal Lock comes in.

Next to the broken sword, there is such a pair of chains, presumably left by the nameless but powerful master of this broken sword and the ghosts and gods.

In previous lives, the chains of unknown materials had accompanied Midi, bound the spirits, and acted as a shield at critical moments, blocking countless deadly attacks with its hard material.

Midi picked up the heavy chain with some nostalgia, the chain was not thick, but like a bracelet, it looked light and thin, and the strange weight could only be felt when it was placed on the hand.

It's just that the boy didn't seal it immediately, but lit the shadow thread grass and lavender rain flower that he specially brought.

In the rising smoke, patches of lilac mist gradually emerged.

This is the ghost qi that has escaped from the ghost god of the broken sword over the years, and it can be said that it is also a part of this ghost god, but it has left the control because the years have been too long.

Midi, who was reborn, now wants to be perfect in everything, so naturally he will not miss the power of the icing on the cake. With the help of the manifestation of the smoke, he stretched out his ghost hand and absorbed all the pieces of mist into his body, making sure that nothing was missing.

A level 19 ghost swordsman, and with a physical fitness that exceeds that of ordinary job transfers, plus my experience in life and death battles over the years, even Fina will probably be shocked.

Midi thought so, and finally smiled with relief.

He was about to wade back to the shore, and when he returned to the canyon, the lake was calm, but suddenly there was a wave.

Then, a monster with a python-like body floated up from the water and let out a high-pitched howl.

"Kill Gu worms!This guy, I'm afraid there is level 40!" The moment he saw the truth of that monster, Midi's pupils contracted in an instant.