After a little probing, Song Li figured out the true control method of this soul pestle. [No pop-up novel network].

The previous owner of the Heaven Slaying Soul Pestle had personally imprisoned these Yin Spirits in the Soul Pestle and was the culprit responsible for killing them.

It can be said that these enemies of the Yin Soul are also their masters, and all their grievances are directed at the original Protoss priest who controlled the soul pestle, and the Protoss priest also transforms these majestic resentments against himself into strong power and uses them in battle.

"Using resentment to improve his strength, this priest of the Protoss has a really good psychological endurance. Song Li couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, hundreds of millions of ghosts are cursing themselves all the time, and their scalps are numb when they think about it.

Obviously, such a manipulation method was not suitable for Song Li at all, and it could be said that this manipulation method was not suitable for anyone except for the priest of the Protoss who had refined this Heaven Slaying Soul Pestle.

Song Li originally had no obsession with this Heaven Slaying Soul Pestle, and the reason why he snatched it was also for another purpose, seeing that he couldn't control it, he smiled bitterly, but he didn't think it was anything, although the power of this Heaven Slaying Soul Pestle was strong, but Song Li was indeed not a person who liked to borrow external forces.

Just as he was giving up, suddenly Song Li's heart moved, and a voice that looked a little old and a little gloomy suddenly came out from the bottom of his heart.

This voice Song Li is very familiar with, it is the voice of Liang Jinglun's soul in his Jinglun soul flag.

"Don't give up, master, I have a way to control the yin in this soul pestle, you can give it a try. ”

Liang Jinglun's ghost was like a cold wind on a moonlit night, projected into Song Li's mind, and even Song Li felt a little chill in his heart when he heard it.

Song Li knew that if Liang Jinglun wanted to send a human voice to himself, he needed the yin spirits in the entire Jinglun soul banner to cast spells together, and now that he was doing this, he must have something extremely important.

"You say," Song Li said indifferently.

"Actually, it's very simple, just like the master did when he subdued us, to subdue the yin soul in this heaven-killing soul pestle. Liang Jinglun's ghost said coldly.

"Uh" Song Li groaned lightly, he had forgotten about this stubble, but he thought about it a little, so he shook his head helplessly, to be honest, he felt that the yin soul in the Jinglun Soul Banner and the Yin soul in the Heaven Killing Soul Pestle could not be compared at all, first of all, there was a huge gap between the two, and the Yin soul in the Heaven Killing Soul Pestle had already become a soul body ten thousand years ago, and the resentment became deeper and deeper with time, and it was also incomparable to the Yin soul in the Jinglun Soul Flag.

It can be said that Song Li did not have the confidence to use his promise to subdue the yin soul in the soul pestle.

"Master, don't forget your identity as the heir of the Human Emperor, these Yin Spirits came from 10,000 years ago, they believed in Duanyu, and although they hated the priest of the God Clan who killed them, they also hated the Divine Emperor Duanhong. As a wisp of ghost in Song Li's treasure, Liang Jinglun could feel the thoughts in Song Li's heart, and he couldn't help but remind him at this time.

After speaking, Liang Jinglun's ghostly voice disappeared from Song Li's mind along with its image.

To tell the truth, Song Li's ascension speed was too fast, and the Jinglun Soul Banner, which used to be of great use to Song Li, was now reduced to chicken ribs in Song Li's hands.

Song Li had a great grace for revenge on them, and whenever they had the opportunity, they were very willing to show Song Li the value of their existence.

"Well, there is some truth to this, so you can give it a try, anyway, it's a bit boring to wait for the gap between the second floor of the ruins to open. Song Li groaned in his heart and said, for the Heaven Killing Soul Pestle, his interest is not as great as others imagined, as a human race, there is some rejection of the Yin Soul Song Li, according to Song Li's thoughts, if he really can't control the Heaven Killing Soul Pestle, find an opportunity, and get it Song Li Gu Youlan, Gu Youlan is the princess of the underworld, and has another understanding of the Yin Soul, at least not like Song Li, there is a little rejection,

If Song Li's idea is known to others, he has to scold Song Li for being a loser, what is the Heaven Killing Soul Pestle, it is a demon soldier that surpasses the existence of all magic weapons in the Nebula Continent, such a good thing, how can it be said that if you give it away, you can give it away.

After a while, Song Li slowly condensed his spiritual power with the intention of giving it a try, and the golden gossamer also slowly appeared in his mind, which was the majestic power of the human emperor in Song Li's mind.

Controlling the power of majesty, Song Li released it into the Heaven Slaying Soul Pestle.

At the same time, Song Li is also cautious of his heart, there is no way, there are too many yin souls in the Heaven Killing Soul Pestle, and the resentment is too huge, and it is impossible for one to be accidentally directly devoured.

It's just that as soon as the golden majestic power entered the inside of the Heaven Slaying Soul Pestle, the resentment that had just seemed very large suddenly disappeared, and even the yin aura inside the entire Heaven Slaying Soul Pestle was much less.

"It seems to have some effect" Song Li muttered to himself in his heart, and after a while, Song Li's voice sounded in the Heaven Killing Soul Pestle: "I am Duanyu's disciple and the next Human Emperor, and my responsibility is to completely eliminate the Divine Emperor Duanhong." ”

When Song Li mentioned the name of Emperor Duanhong, the resentment that had been suppressed by the power of majesty suddenly gushed out, but it was only a little later.

"Hey, the ancient human race Yin Soul really reacted to the God Emperor Duanhong. Song Li thought.

"You can also listen to my orders, follow me to fight, destroy the Protoss, get rid of the God Emperor, and let the resentment in your hearts have a good home, yes, yes, yes?"

Song Li's voice stirred in the Heaven Slaying Soul Pestle, and although he asked if this was okay, the tone of the command in his words was not negotiable.

Inside the Heaven Slaying Soul Pestle, there was also a surge of golden light, and in the bottomless dark space, countless hidden dangers were scurrying around, Song Li couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp when he looked at it, but the tone of his sharp voice did not fade for half a minute.

The word "may" is like a Sanskrit sound, shaking these countless souls.

Song Li didn't know that the Tantric forbidden spell suppressed the Yin Soul inside this Heaven Slaying Soul Pestle for ten thousand years, and it didn't make them react so violently.

After a while, the entire Heaven Slaying Soul Pestle suddenly quieted down, and when Song Li's voice subsided, a low groan continued to sound, this was the whimpering sound of the Yin Soul.

Song Li felt outside, and at the same time he was overjoyed, but he was also in a low mood, this crying ghost murmured, shaking his mind, in his mind, a picture with similar results and different processes appeared, that was the situation when these yin spirits were killed, the speed of the picture flashed extremely fast, but every picture made Song Li feel the same way, as if he had experienced it himself.

After a while, the picture disappeared, and Song Li's eyes regained a piece of clarity, but at this time, his body trembled slightly, and his fists were clenched tightly.

Suddenly, Song Li suddenly felt a slight change in his forehead, a seemingly very small, but very bright spark, was ignited by some kind of power on his forehead.

The sparks were only the size of stars, but even if Song Li looked at it, he felt that the fire was very dazzling, and Song Li even felt that the imperial fire in his body could not be compared with this inexplicable small firework.

"What is this," Song Li asked unconsciously.

However, no one answered him, but at this time, Song Li felt that within the Heaven Slaying Soul Pestle, those countless Yin Souls were forming a strange posture in their own way, and if they looked closely, it was as if they were worshipping.

"Is this the fire of faith" Song Li looked at so many yin spirits who were worshipping him, and thought, and soon Song Li determined that the spark on his forehead should be the spark condensed by the power of faith.

Hundreds of millions of ghosts, at the same time, served Song Li as the main body, pinning all their hopes on Song Li's body, how huge such a power is, it naturally condenses the power of faith.

The aura of the Heaven Slaying Soul Pestle has also quietly changed, and the original majestic resentment has long since disappeared.

At the same time, the first layer of the entire Tantric site also suddenly had a huge change, and the aura in the space began to become chaotic, but this situation only happened for a moment, and then it returned to normal.

"Uh" Ning Qianxue was shocked, and immediately set her eyes on Song Li, others couldn't feel it, she who had the same heart as Song Li, but she could feel the change in Song Li at this time, although she couldn't be sure what kind of change this was, but she knew that it must be a good change.

"What's wrong" When Song Li opened his eyes, Ning Qianxue asked hurriedly.

"It's nothing, it's just a little feeling, isn't the entrance to the second layer of this site open yet" Song Li knew that this was not the place where Tong Ning Qianxue talked about the power of faith, so he only said a perfunctory sentence.

It's just that in his heart, Song Li was already overjoyed, originally he snatched the Heaven Slayer Soul Pestle just to prevent the Protoss from getting it, but he didn't expect that because of this Heaven Slaying Soul Pestle, he actually got the belief of hundreds of millions of Yin Souls, forming the power of faith.

Although Song Li's cultivation did not have the appearance of the power of faith, and he had been improved, Song Li could feel that the power of this faith was powerful, not to mention anything else, that is, the tiny flame formed on the forehead by the power of faith, and the power contained in it was even stronger than the imperial fire.

Of course, the actual combat power of this power of faith still needs to be tested by Song Li in the actual battle.

It's just that no one on this Nebula Continent wants to be the target of Song Li's test of the power of faith.

"It's nothing, in just a short period of time, the breath on your body has changed greatly" Ning Qianxue was curious, so that she would not be fooled by Song Li like this, and still asked softly.

Song Li shook his head helplessly, about the changes in his body, he could hide it from others, but he couldn't hide it from Ning Qianxue at all, who let him and Ning Qianxue have the same heart.

"Hehe, I have the power of faith" Song Li said to Ning Qianxue very proudly, according to Song Li's character, he would not let the people of the sect know about this matter with great fanfare.

"What, the power of faith really has this kind of power, just now the sudden change on the first floor of this tantric ruins, it could be that you get the power of faith. Ning Qianxue exclaimed, she had always been indifferent, and when she heard the power of faith in this legend, she couldn't continue to be calm.

"I'll show you a chance, I shouldn't be waiting long. Song Li chuckled and said, and then his gaze swept around, falling on some people he was very interested in.

At this time, Hill suddenly felt a chill down his spine and subconsciously turned his head, but no one noticed anything