Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Power of the Soul

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Liu Tingqiu looked at Sheng Ruqiu's arm with satisfaction, and touched his snow-white beard with a smile.

"The Thunder Forging Body is the brilliance of this wind and thunder. If you are able to cultivate this first dragon and tiger roar to the Great Perfection, your body will not be inferior to the power of the dragon and tiger in terms of hardness or strength explosion. Boy, do you still think that the little suffering you suffered before was not worth it?" Liu Tingqiu said with a smile in his eyes.

"I said Master, that's a little bitter?"

Sheng Ruqiu changed his words and called back to the master, and complained with a resentful face.

"It was worse than a cramp, and I didn't want to go through it a second time. ”

Sheng Ruqiu secretly made a small calculation in his heart.

Although this wind and thunder roar looks very magical, but when he returns to the modern era, I don't know if he can still cultivate, not to mention whether his body in that world has a spiritual root, even if there is a spiritual root, God knows if it is a thunder attribute spiritual root, and even if his world is also a thunder attribute spiritual root, but where to find this kind of thunder and lightning?

Could it be that on a stormy night, he climbed to the top of a tall building to find a lightning rod to find a lightning strike? I am afraid that this wind and thunder roar was not practiced, and he was first killed by thunder.

"Your current soul power has also improved to a certain extent, and after a few more times, I think you will be able to control the refining of the second-grade elixir. ”

Liu Tingqiu stretched out his hand and pressed it on Sheng Ruqiu's eyebrows, and after feeling it slightly, he said slowly.

But Sheng Ruqiu didn't feel this change, he looked at his hands in surprise, and then closed his eyes and felt it carefully, but he didn't find anything special.

The power of the soul is the existence of the mysterious, no matter how you feel it, you can't feel the existence of the soul power.

"Everyone's soul power is stored here, here, it's called Mud Pill Palace, if you want to feel your own soul power, unless your soul power reaches the realm of being able to refine second-grade pills, you can barely feel it. ”

Liu Tingqiu saw that he was born as Qiu thought in his heart, and kindly explained to him.

"Master, the power of the soul can't be seen or touched, if you can feel it as you said, wouldn't it be hell?"

It's okay to say that Sheng Ruqiu is right, after a person dies, he remains in the world in a soul state, isn't it a ghost?

"Superficial. ”

Liu Tingqiu reprimanded Sheng Ruqiu, and then stretched out his right hand flat.

Sheng Ruqiu looked at it intently, and saw an extremely faint colorful energy surging out from Liu Tingqiu's eyebrows, and quickly condensed towards Liu Tingqiu's palm. Soon, it condensed into a colorful long sword on Liu Tingqiu's palm.

Liu Tingqiu held the long sword, and then slashed it across Sheng Ruqiu's arm.

In the face of this slash, Sheng Ruqiu didn't have time to react at all, but the colorful long sword cut through his body, and Sheng Ruqiu found that his body had not been damaged in the slightest, could it be that his dragon and tiger roar had now practiced to this realm?

As soon as this thought rose, Sheng Ruqiu felt a sharp pain in the center of his eyebrows, as if someone was constantly stirring in his mind with a knife, Sheng Ruqiu sat on the ground in pain, and the pain gradually subsided for a long time.

Sheng Ruqiu looked at the colorful long sword in Liu Tingqiu's palm with palpitations, "This is ...... Master, what have you done to me?"

"This is the sword formed by the condensation of the power of the soul, and you can call it the embodiment of the power of the soul. ”

Liu Tingqiu let go of his hand, and the colorful long sword disappeared inch by inch in his palm, and then those colorful energies returned to Liu Tingqiu's body.

"The old man is here to let you see clearly, so I deliberately let you see it, the power of the soul is formless and colorless, and it is the most effective and direct means for Danshi to deal with the enemy. Because there are very few people who can cultivate for the soul side except for Dan Masters and Refiners, the souls of normal monks are very fragile, and the power of the soul will not cause any damage to the physical aspect, but only directly act on the human spirit. ”

"Think about it, if we were a monk of the same level, and I suddenly used my soul power to give you that when I was fighting just now, would you still be alive?" asked Liu Tingqiu with narrowed eyes.

Hearing this, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Sheng Ruqiu's back, and the answer was obviously no.

If he was hit by this kind of soul power in the process of fighting between the two sides, not to mention that he had been in pain for nearly a minute, and the master made a move, as long as he could tell the winner in a second, this kind of method was unheard of in autumn.

"Okay, don't be surprised, you go back first, the alchemy must continue to be maintained in the past few days, and you must not slack off. By the way, your Dragon and Tiger Roar is now at the entry stage, you must continue to exercise every day, so that your body and spiritual root can adapt to the Dragon and Tiger Roar's practice route, starting tomorrow, come to me every day to improve the power of the soul and absorb the thunder. Liu Tingqiu instructed.

"Still coming?!"

Sheng Ruqiu wailed, but he also knew that Liu Tingqiu was for his good, so he could only nod with a bitter face, and then he suddenly remembered something, and leaned over to Liu Tingqiu and whispered: "What's that...... Master, is there a way for me not to feel pain when I am forging my body in Thunder, such as a general anesthetic or something?"

"Then what kind of soul power do you still exercise!"

Liu Tingqiu found that Sheng Ruqiu, this kid was about to go to heaven if he gave him a good face, and slapped Sheng Ruqiu's head.

But Sheng Ruqiu had already prepared, and the power of thunder and lightning around his body instantly gushed out, accompanied by a flash of thunder with a "click", Sheng Ruqiu had lost his trace, and the turf on the ground was rolled up because Sheng Ruqiu's speed was too fast.

"The comprehension is quite fast, it is worthy of the thunder attribute of the heavenly spirit root. ”

Liu Tingqiu looked at the faint thunder attribute element in the air, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Then, he stretched out his hand from the gourd, and a pitch-black thunderbolt suddenly jumped out of it, this black thunder at a glance, like a dragon, is constantly struggling, the black thunder and lightning around the surrounding space, tearing apart the space one after another extremely small spatial cracks, looking extremely terrifying.

......

With a breath, Sheng Ruqiu had already returned to the outside of the dormitory.

Sheng Ruqiu used the dragon and tiger roar for the first time, as if the power of thunder and lightning mobilized was a little more, and even his body was a little numb, turning his head to look, where he came along the way, there was a scorched black mark on the ground.

"It seems that this dragon and tiger roar, I still have to practice more, if I make such a big move every time, it will be too embarrassing. ”

Sheng Ruqiu shook his hand in annoyance, but the power of thunder and lightning in his body had not completely dissipated, and a blue thunderbolt suddenly came out of his hand, and then it happened to slash on Fang Suhui's buttocks.