Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

However, according to Fengling's words, TMD is not a soul seed, but a heavenly seed! !

A naturally formed seed! !
Even with Bai Mo's tempered state of mind, he couldn't help but breathe a little heavier.

Taking a few deep breaths, he suppressed his desire. He didn't dare to absorb it anymore. He would just come back to get it later.

Glancing at Feng Ling, he felt his advanced level three wind cultivation, and he clenched his fists. That day would not be too far away.

Condensing his floating thoughts, Bai Mo looked at Feng Ling and said, "Quick, let me feel the power of the new soul wind."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt his expression stiffen, and the wind spirit in front of him flashed with moonlight and ran back to the summoning plane.

He didn't have time to be surprised, because just now he suddenly realized that the wind element brought by the spirit in the spiritual world has never stopped growing since she broke through to the great commander and reached the third level of advanced level.

In an instant, his mind was spinning. Thinking of the huge elemental power that Feng Ling had just absorbed, he couldn't help crying or laughing.

"What's wrong?" Seeing his strange expression, Ding Yumian asked.

"Feng Ling ate too much and couldn't digest it all at once."

Feeling this spiritual world can be said to be like running forward with wind cultivation, and Bai Mo is helpless.

If you don't say that the elemental catastrophe is both a disaster and a blessing, Wind Spirit's appetite for swallowing most of the wind elements in the canyon at once is impossible to do in normal times.

But now it failed. The good thing is that her cultivation level has improved rapidly. It is rare that she can endure it for a while and communicate with herself.

It's just a pity that we won't see him again for a while.

Bai Mo thought about the Little Flame Fairy in the original work. She also used the Elemental Holy Land, but it was just to regain her new life, and obtaining the soul fire was just by the way.

Most of the power of the Elemental Tribulation was used up by her need for rebirth, which also caused her body's flames to become unstable again, requiring many soul seeds, and she even went to Parthenon to practice.

Fengling doesn't have this problem. If she comes out again, she should be the peak leader in the advanced stage.

"Bai Mo, look at the forehead of this bird statue!" At this moment, Lingling saw that Bai Mo had finished his work and pointed at the forehead of the huge stone bird.

"Forehead? What's wrong with your forehead!"

As he asked, his white ink eyes fell towards the forehead of the huge stone bird.

Due to the strong wind blown by Fengling's promotion just now, the originally dusty stone statue was much cleaner, and many lines and details on its body were also revealed.

I saw that on the black forehead, wisps of exquisite, complex and mysterious lines were displayed extremely clearly.

Bai Mo subconsciously shut up and stared at the lines for a while, then turned his head, looked at Lingling, and then at Ding Yumian.

"Some are like the totem patterns of the sacred bird we found buried in the islands in the Zhongshan Islands."

"Well, there are also Blood-Eyed Cursed Crows near that island, and those skeletons also contain the power of the undead." Ding Yumian nodded, his eyes shining.

"Yes! It's that pattern. I didn't expect that mysterious totem to live so far away." Lingling said.

"But there's nothing else here except the statue. Let's go take a look at the altar on the other side."

Bai Mo nodded, with a bit of expectation in his eyes, and directly used teleportation to reach the stone platform on the other side of the cliff.

Here is an altar, which is extremely simple and simple, with circular steps extending from the outermost to the center.

Ascending to the altar, on the high platform in the center, a palm-sized dark blue kettle stood quietly. The kettle was flat and made of unknown material.

Bai Mo and others did not approach, but were attracted by the murals carved on the mountain wall.

The mural depicts a soaring divine bird with a flower head and yellow feet. Maybe its feet are not yellow, but the wall is.

It is graceful and graceful, and its long hair is flowing. It protects the people of the area. The strong wind blows all the time, moving countless sand, stones and ancient trees, and they all fall down to the seaside.

After reading the content of the mural, Lingling looked a little surprised. The story of this mural is very simple and very famous.

"Jingwei fills the sea, that mysterious bird totem is Jingwei!!"

Lingling's eyes were sparkling, filled with the excitement and satisfaction of solving a puzzle.

"It should be. This seems to be a totem device? But it seems to be damaged."

Bai Mo nodded, he also guessed the same, and walked to the only thing that existed in front of the center of the altar.

He looked at the kettle-like thing in front of him. There were some small gaps on the neck of the kettle and several other places. Many things here are broken. Although this kettle is a little damaged, it is well preserved.

I guess it is not an ordinary thing, but if it is a totem device.
Will the totem device break too?

But the things that accompany it are all dead, so can it be said to be broken?
Just as Bai Mo was secretly speculating, he felt the pendant hanging in front of his chest tremble, making his neck itch.

"Knitting."

He was thinking vaguely on his lips, but he was guessing in his heart. The pendant hanging on the chest is a soul-cultivating magic weapon made by Tuo Huotuo, using glass particles that he got from who knows where.

Could it have something to do with this kettle? !

Bai Mo lowered his head and squinted his eyes to carefully look at the broken corner of the kettle. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was similar in shape to the glass shards Huo Tuo had taken out.

"However, the shape doesn't match now!"

Put the removed soul-cultivating magic weapon in the palm of your hand and spread it out, you will see a diamond-shaped crystal wearing a necklace, which is exquisite and unique.

He is also a blacksmith. Those glass ballast are only the main material, and there are auxiliary materials. Naturally, it is impossible to maintain the original appearance.

"Buzz~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

A faint flash of soul light appeared on the palm-sized flat kettle. At the moment when the soul light flashed, the small diamond-shaped soul-cultivating magic weapon in Bai Mo's hand suddenly flew up and fell directly into the mouth of the pot.

"I go!"

Bai Mo hadn't decided whether to test it out yet. This soul-cultivating magic weapon was not cheap, so it was snatched away! ?
He quickly picked up the kettle and poured it out.

It would be okay if he didn't pick it up. As soon as he picked it up, a connection immediately came from the kettle, directly connecting to his soul.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Mo felt that his magic energy was being absorbed by this small kettle, and it continued to be absorbed.

"No, I must have been touched."

For an instant, Bai Mo was speechless. This was the second time he saw such an active totem vessel.

However, when he noticed that the kettle was flickering and the broken gaps were slowly recovering, he stopped pouring things.

He glanced at the two men, one big and one small, who were watching him perform there. He let go of his mind, and the magic energy poured into them like a flood that had opened a gate.

The Yongquan land is operating at full capacity, and the cliffs are slowly drying out and losing their luster.

After pouring water for a full five hours, the entire cliff was turned into a withered waste, and the kettle in his hand finally stopped absorbing his magic energy.

At the same time, Bai Mo also sensed that the kettle had recovered through his connection with its soul.

"Good guy, if I were someone else, I'm afraid I would be squeezed dry by you." Bai Mo murmured to himself, and seeing Ding Yumian and others looking confused, he gave a simple explanation.

"So, this should be a totem device. But what is its function?" Ding Yumian asked.

"I haven't tested it yet, so I don't know yet. I hope it is a soul-cultivating magic weapon, otherwise I will feel a little bit at a loss."

Bai Mo said, having closed his eyes, and with a thought, he realized that this small pot could not be brought into the spiritual world.

Then the consciousness is mobilized, following the soul connection with the totem vessel, and skillfully entering the world of the vessel.

As soon as you enter here, your eyes will light up, one point or two. Numerous green or blue lights are floating in the entire vessel world.

Like fireflies flying in the dark night, beautiful and dreamy, but Bai Mo knew that these were the remnants of his soul that originally existed in his soul cultivation vessel.

Remaining soul? !
'Wait a minute, where's the remnant! ! '

Bai Mo was shocked in his heart. He immediately ruled out that the old ghost Huo Tuo was greedy for him. What he gave him was the remnants of three hundred commanders and a monarch-level one!
He stared at the many green light spots and quickly found the monarch-level remnant, but the commander-level one was missing!

Instead, three commander-level spirits were suddenly discovered.

He remembered clearly the number of soul remnants given to him by the soul-cultivating magic weapon created by Huo Tuo, 800 servant-level souls, no generals, 300 commander remnants and one monarch remnant soul.

However, now that the other two were fine, only the commander-level remnant souls were gone, replaced by three commander-level essences.

'That old ghost Huo Tuo will never cheat on you. '

Bai Mo looked a little weird, with a bit of joy, and now he was basically sure that this was a dead soul vessel.

And it is a vessel for dead souls that can condense the remaining souls!

However, it took three hundred residual souls to condense three essences, which felt a bit less.

This thought flashed through Bai Mo's mind, and he shook his head again, feeling that he was greedy.

Immediately afterwards, he began to try to practice to see if this thing had the effect of a soul-cultivating magic weapon.

After running the space system galaxy and feeling the huge gentle energy from this small pot, Bai Mo opened his eyes instantly, his eyes full of surprise.

"It seems like you got a good harvest?"

Seeing him open his eyes, Leng Qing said.

"Yes, this is a dead soul vessel that can condense the remaining souls into essence. At the same time, it also has the function of a soul-cultivating magic weapon." Bai Mo nodded, not hiding anything.

With that said, Bai Mo immediately poured all the contents of the dead soul container in his hand into the small pot.

The largest number were the remnants, more than two thousand of them, two of which were the monarchs they had just killed, then a few commanders, and the remaining generals and servants.

Then there are 28 commander-level essences, all obtained through hard work during this period, as well as 411 warrior-level essences and 522 slave-level essences.

So many souls and souls poured in at once, but it made the little pot tremble and seemed very excited.

Then under Bai Mo's gaze, he saw many remnant souls quickly gathering behind the black mist in the container world, as if two groups of meteor showers collided with each other in the starry sky.

A faint blue brilliance bloomed like a fire flower. When everything stopped, ten warrior-level essences and fifteen slave-level essences appeared.

However, this was not what Bai Mo cared about most. What made his eyes widen was when he absorbed more than 500 slave-level spirits in the soul bracelet.

These slave-level spirits, together with the six hundred slave spirits already in the small pot, burned like flames, and then gathered into a large ball of blazing soul flames.

Then, under Bai Mo's disbelieving gaze, the soul flame slowly turned into a warrior-level essence.

'What is this, a synthesis? '

Bai Mo was a little shocked and a little heartbroken.

He just counted and found that there were 137 slave-level essences left, which meant that the soul fire just burned a thousand of his slave-level essences, and only then one warrior-level essence was burned out.

This is too little!
A slave-level soul can be sold for at least five million. Is it the soul that is burned? It is his life!

I feel like I'm losing blood.

Bai Mo looked at the remaining essences in the world of utensils and tried to take out the burned essence. After finding that he could, he felt more balanced.

What the hell?
This ratio was too bad. He frowned. Thinking of the tattered appearance of the pot just now, he secretly guessed that it had just recovered?

"What's wrong?" Ding Yumian noticed that his expression was a little strange and couldn't help but ask.

"I found some small functions." Bai Mo shook his head. The function just now cannot be said to be completely useless. If it can burn out the monarch's essence, it will be even more useful.

Thinking of this, he slowly said, "I named it the Soul Refining Pot."

"It's quite appropriate." Lingling nodded.

During the conversation, everyone had already walked out of the Tianmen Canyon.

"The west is full of monsters and there are no cities. If we want to go back, there are two routes."

Lingling took out her tablet computer, pulled up the map and said: "One is heading west, passing through the Pamir Plateau, and reaching Usbek. This country is visa-free for us, and there are flights from the capital to the Magic City."

When talking about this route, Lingling's eyes were bright and she looked at Bai Mo expectantly.

"Go back the same way." Leng Qing interrupted. She already knew what the second way was and didn't plan to continue taking risks.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the Pamir Plateau is an affiliated territory of Kunlun, and the unknown means danger.

They have already walked through Taklimakan once, and with experience, it will not be too difficult to walk back along the same route.

Neither Bai Mo nor Ding Yumian had any objections to Leng Qing's decision. Only Lingling was stifled from the idea of ​​going on an adventure.

After resting for a night and regaining their energy, Bai Mo and his party set foot in the desert again.

I didn't meet anyone from the Xuandu Hunter Group. It seemed like they didn't plan to go back in the short term.

Relying on the towering and majestic Tianshan Mountains and walking along the general route we came from, it took us a full week to finally get out of the desert.

They also encountered many dangers on the way, but after experiencing it once, they knew that the desert demon was dangerous and they got through it without any danger.

As soon as he entered the city, Bai Mo found that his cell phone was ringing.

"Don't you process the information?"

In the car, Ding Yumian, who heard the movement of Bai Mo's cell phone, gestured to the charging cell phone.

"There's nothing interesting to see. Most of them are probably reminders from 10086 or something."

As he spoke, Bai Mo took his cell phone, unlocked it and looked at it, and found that most of them were the phone numbers of instructor Feng Li, as well as text messages. Most of the text messages included the current actions of everyone in the government.

At this moment, Mo Fan and the others have already completed the Sahara rescue operation, completed the Egyptian National Pavilion, and practiced in Pusini. (End of chapter)