Chapter Forty-Seven: Magical Soul Refining

Yi Heng's whole body trembled, turned around, and bowed to Lao Dao ecstatically.

"Disciples should work hard to cultivate and live up to their uncle's expectations. ”

I didn't answer for half a sound, and I looked up secretly, only to see that Lao Dao was still expressionless.

Yi Heng still had a respectful and ecstatic look, slowly bowed down and retreated, closing the door.

The moment he turned around, his face immediately became gloomy.

I didn't dare to stay for a moment longer, and walked a few steps away before I ran the Wind Escape Technique and galloped away.

Yi Heng quickly returned to the courtyard and closed the door, but he was thinking about the conversation with Uncle Liu in his heart.

seems to care about the situation of Liujiazhuang, but in fact, he didn't mention it at all, and the kindness of the immortal cultivators can be seen.

"I wonder if I'll be like that one day. Yi Heng sighed.

But Uncle Liu repeatedly asked the black-clothed Taoist, could it be that the black-clothed Taoist priest was so important, or was there something important about the black-clothed Taoist.

If so, there are only "Alchemy" and "Soul Thorn".

Thinking of this, Yi Heng suppressed the urge to take out these two cultivation methods again.

"Within two years, if you cultivate to the seventh level of Qi refining, you will accept me as an apprentice?, then I will become a disciple of my own lineage, and I have heard a lot of benefits of being a disciple of my own lineage, but how can I have this kind of qualification?" Yi Heng thought with a gloomy face.

"It seems that this Uncle Liu must have other plans, either the black-clothed Taoist priest or these two cultivation methods, then I have to be more careful, although it is good to pass on the disciple in person, but life is even more important. ”

"Within two years, if I use all the spirit stones and exchange all the contribution points for pills to improve my cultivation, I should be able to reach the seventh layer of qi refining, what a good calculation!"

"But how dare I deal with the Tsukiji monks? Yi Heng, who had made up his mind, decided to only practice spells and not accumulate aura in the past two years.

After settling down, Yi Heng checked the cultivation mantra of "Xunzi Jue" in his mind, and he had already comprehended the mantra and cultivated it very easily.

It's just that the command is always not cooperative, but I think it's a matter of time, and it's good to be proficient, and he has experienced practicing fireball and other spells, but he is not panicking, but he is looking forward to the power of this "Xunzi Jue".

Yi Heng has rarely gone out since then, except for going to get some Bigu Dan or exchanging contribution points for some small spells, he has been staying in the courtyard to practice spells.

Ice Spike Technique, Vine Technique, Yellow Sand Technique and other small spells have all been cultivated, and now it is a hundred times easier to cultivate these small spells, and it is not a problem to instantaneously, just like Xiao Wuji back then.

"Alchemy" and "Soul Thorn" are more difficult to cultivate, and they don't seem to feel the effect.

Two months have passed, Yi Heng has resumed his life of lonely cultivation, Zeng Yushu has never come to look for him, and Xiao Wuji has never appeared.

On this day, Yi Heng opened the "Soul Alchemy" again, and it was still difficult for him to become proficient after two months of cultivation, so he could only read the law decision repeatedly and slowly explore, and his understanding of the law decision should be no problem, but the effect of each cultivation was not great.

It stands to reason that the initial effect should be obvious, and you should be able to experience the increase and condensation of the soul, but you always feel that when you cultivate, the depths of the soul will suck the results of cultivation into it.

"Could it be that the Bagua Pan is doing it? If so, don't panic, since the last time the soul power was sent to me, the Bagua Pan has not reacted, it feels like it is injured, then it should be the treatment of the injury now, maybe there will be a reaction after the treatment." Yi Heng thought to himself.

Calm down and practice Soul Alchemy again.

"Ordinary people have three souls and seven souls, and their souls have three, one is the heavenly soul, the second is the earth soul, and the third is the life soul. There are seven spirits, one is the sky, two are the wisdom, the three are the qi, the four are the force of me, the five are the center, the six are the essence, and the seven are the Ying. ”

"If you want to refine its soul, you must first understand the Purple Mansion, and the Purple Mansion will realize the soul ....... ”

Yi Heng's consciousness was in the Purple Mansion, and it took him more than a month to enter the Purple Mansion according to the law.

Looking at the familiar Purple Mansion in front of him, he could only see clearly a radius of dozens of zhang, but he didn't know the size of other people's Purple Mansions, but his own was filled with a black thick fog, as if chaos had just opened, and the depths of the dense fog could not be checked.

A palm-sized blue illusory figure was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and his blurred facial features were roughly similar to his.

When he saw the villain for the first time, Yi Heng was panicked and excited, after all, this soul was different from other parts of the body, and it would be difficult to recover if it was injured.

Therefore, he didn't dare to cultivate according to the law at first, cultivating the soul was already a matter against the sky, and he couldn't be imprudent.

But then there was no other way, and considering that the time was pressing, it would be no big deal to try to cultivate, so I put my mind at ease, but I admired the person who created this exercise a little more.

Without this exercise, who would have known that there was still a Purple Mansion in the brain, and the soul really existed, and it could still be cultivated?

At this time, Yi Heng's soul was cultivating according to the law, and with the operation of the law, the villain also flickered brightly and darkly, and flickered into reality.

It's just that every trace of cultivation is pulled away by the power in the depths of the dense fog, and after two hours, the villain who has finished his cultivation is still the same as before, and there is no change.

After his consciousness withdrew from the Purple Mansion, Yi Heng's face was a little gloomy.

There is no problem with the Fa decision, but is it really a gossip plate in the depths of the dense fog? Is it recuperating from injuries? Will it still appear?

At present, there is no choice but to continue cultivating.

There is no problem with the cultivation of Xunzi Jue, and it has been able to be used.

Yi Heng stood in the courtyard, chanting the Dharma decision in his mouth, pinching the fingers of both hands extremely quickly, and the dantian aura quickly ran along the specific meridians.

"Tatsumi. Just listening to Yi Heng's light drink, the air in front of him slowly stirred, and in a moment, he felt that the air had condensed a lot, standing up in front of him like a wall.

At this time, Yi Heng freed his right hand and sent out a fireball that instantly hit the air wall in front of him, and the fireball was immediately blocked and extinguished, and Yi Heng felt that the wall in front of him had no effect.

Come to think of it, the first layer of "Xunzi Jue" is defense.

Dry three links, Kun six sections, Zhen Yang Yu, Gen covered bowl, away from the void, full of Kanzhong, with the upper missing, Xun Xia broken.

Yi Heng is very familiar with this passage, and he remembers the I Ching gossip very clearly, Xun Xia Xuan refers to the first line of the Xun hexagram as Yin, which means thick, earthy, and inclusive.

In this way, it seems that the yang is rigid and aggressive, so is it an attack?

I just don't know how other people understand it?

Either way, it's a good defense, at least for now, there's no need to be afraid of attacks like fireballs.

But the black-clothed Taoist priest should also be, how could that fighting technique not be used?

Yi Heng thought hard for a long time, but finally gave up and cultivated honestly.

A year later, on a normal day, the inner disciples repeated the life of the cultivation task.

But today there was something new, which made the inner disciples feel excited.