After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 153. Sha Gu refines the sword and hides the soul flag, the wolf in front and the tiger behind can't stop (152K words - big chapter please subscribe)
Killing people cleanly and directly, searching their souls, and turning them into minions, all with extremely skilled techniques.

If she had gone there, Pei Xuehan would probably have trembled with fear.

However, although she broke free from the illusion, her heart had already sunk.

If someone else did this, she would still be afraid, but if that person turned out to be Song Yan, she would not be afraid.

However, when she was young and wandering the world, she was a straightforward chivalrous girl. Later, in the sect, she was always jealous of evil and sympathetic to the weak. At this moment, she couldn't help but turn her head slightly, unwilling to look.

At this moment, an explanation came from the side.

"In this dangerous place, everything is extremely dangerous, so when you meet anyone, you should be on guard first. If the other party is capable, has good intentions, and is still open to communication, then try to communicate first.

And this man, frozen in the snow, stared at us with strange eyes. If I don't kill him, I can't get to know him slowly, right?"

Pei Xuehan said: "But, he was already frozen, he couldn't close his eyes even if he wanted to, it's not his fault that he was staring at us"

Before she finished speaking, the man in front of her suddenly turned his head, stared at her with a pair of eyes, and sighed: "Let the Tingyu Sword Sect be destroyed. With your temper, your sect is sending you to die."

Pei Xuehan argued: "I came here on my own initiative. It has nothing to do with the sect."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Song Yan raised his hand and slapped his forehead, but then he laughed and asked, "Why?"

Pei Xuehan counted on her fingers and started to criticize, saying that Junior Sister So-and-so had reached a critical moment in her cultivation and couldn't fall behind, that Senior Sister So-and-so was pregnant and couldn't leave, that Senior Brother So-and-so looked so cowardly and she didn't like it, and that Senior Uncle So-and-so had a large family that needed to be taken care of and couldn't let anything happen to him.
She made many excuses like many other people, but she didn't make any.

There was even a hint of pride in her tone, as if "being able to stand up for the sect" was an honor.

Pei Xuehan finished speaking and asked carefully: "Senior, I..."

Song Yan said: "We are not much different in age. You may even be older than me. Just call me Brother Dao."

"Oh, Brother Dao, did I do something wrong?" Pei Xuehan asked.

Song Yan said: "You are right."

Pei Xuehan asked: "Why are you laughing, brother?"

Song Yan said: "Did I laugh? I didn't laugh!"

Pei Xuehan stared at him for a while and said "Oh".

Song Yan turned his head and took a deep breath.

It was a world of ice and snow, and everything was white. All causes and effects were frozen here, and even taking a step forward was extremely difficult, but his mood really became better.

There are some people with whom you are, no matter how dangerous or desperate the environment is, you can feel the warmth of time and a sense of relief from the bottom of your heart.

At this moment, Pei Xuehan suddenly realized something and asked in surprise: "Brother Daoist, you are already in the Purple Mansion Realm. Are you really about the same age as me? How monstrous must your talent be?"

Song Yan said: "Maybe you are older than me."

Pei Xuehan was speechless suddenly, and covered her slightly open mouth in surprise, looking at him with her beautiful eyes in astonishment.

Song Yan had already begun to interrogate the accomplice with great enthusiasm.

The ghost was still a "dumb ghost" when it was pulled out, but now it has obviously come to its senses.

"Still human?"

"Yes."

"Where are you from?"

"I am a cultivator from a vassal state of the Baihong Ancient Clan."

"The Baihong Ancient Clan?" Song Yan narrowed his eyes suddenly and said, "Go on, tell me everything you know."

The ghost told the whole story.

The Baihong Ancient Clan is an ancient clan in the northern part of the huge Shanhai Monster Clan. The clan members possess mysterious and powerful powers, but for some reasons, this clan has formed a mortal feud with the previous fox, wolf and tiger clans.

So after the King Tiger tribe was destroyed and the King Soul Threshold was formed, this tribe secretly sent subordinate monks into the Soul Threshold. The explanation given above is "to get some interest back from the King Tiger tribe, and at the same time snipe the Fox and Wolf tribes that entered."

They successfully hunted down some foxes, wolves and demons, but this ghost accidentally encountered heavy snow during the retreat and was frozen in it without any warning.

Before being frozen, he took a lot of fasting pills, and practiced secret methods to reduce his body's energy consumption, so he would not die even after several years. His plan was to wait for the snow to thaw, slowly recover his memory, and then he could leave. But he didn't expect that the snow had been falling for an unknown period of time, and he didn't know how long he had been frozen.
As for why he stared at Song Yan with a weird look.

Because he was a monk of the Crimson Palace, even though he was frozen, he still had consciousness and his eyes could still move, but he was just like a fool. When Song Yan came, he naturally looked at Song Yan subconsciously with the eyes of a fool.

Song Yan thought for a moment and asked two questions.

"Have any members of the Baihong Ancient Clan arrived?"

"The Mountain and Sea Monster Clan is so large, how did you cross the Mountain and Sea Clan and come to the south?"

However, the monk was completely unaware of this.

For the first question, he just guessed that "some tribesmen should be coming", but he had never seen them.

The second problem was that he sneaked in through a hidden route and encountered no ambushes along the way.

Song Yan asked a third question: "Which tribe does this route belong to?"

The monk shook his head.

"Don't know?" Song Yan frowned.

In his opinion, this should be a very simple question.

The monk smiled bitterly and said, "The vassal states of the Mountain and Sea Monster Clan are intertwined and are often traded as commodities. What the master should know is which clan we belong to when we pass by.

But, as far as I know, that border country is not very popular because it is adjacent to the vassal state of the ancient tribe, so it has changed owners countless times.

Even if you ask the people of that country, or even if you ask people in ten cities, you might get ten different answers.

Even if you ask the king, he sometimes doesn't know which tribe he was sold to.

Because some transactions between the mountain and sea monsters are very secretive.

Withdrawal and occupation are nothing more than the transfer of important puppets to facilitate governance and to make an oath at the same time. "

Song Yan looked solemn.

In the eyes of the demon clan, or perhaps the ancient clan, the human country is just an object that can be traded.

However, he had only been to two small countries in the corners, and did not have a deep understanding of what the "Soul Threshold of the King of Henchmen" caused.

Although he never thought that "only the fox and wolf tribes entered the soul threshold of the king to take the treasure", the current situation is obviously more complicated.

This not only involves treasure hunting, but also revenge, war, and even betrayal.

He didn't quite believe that if the demon race hadn't opened a backdoor, the White Rainbow Ancient Clan's cultivators would have been able to drive straight in and come here. And it looked like there were quite a few people coming.

After depriving the monk of the value of his information, he summoned the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

Seeing the monk's frightened look, he said gently, "Don't be afraid. When I explode you one day, you can reincarnate again. Isn't that better than freezing here and waiting to die?"

After saying this, he raised his hand and sent the monk into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

With the entry of the third Crimson Palace monk's soul into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the black smoke around it became slightly thicker.

The sky gradually darkened.

At night here, the monks' vision is no different from that of ordinary people.

As for spiritual consciousness, it is even impossible to detect it.

Song Yan and Pei Xuehan sat cross-legged in meditation at the entrance to the secret realm.

Quiet snow, falling quietly.

Song Yan suddenly said, "I will go to investigate tomorrow, you stay here. I originally wanted to stay somewhere and hide. But the environment of this tumor is too harsh. If I stop, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave."

As he spoke, he sighed softly: "Whether it is the flood in the previous realm or the frozen soil in this realm, it is all the same. What's more, there are new secret realms forming outside the Tumor Realm, and new people may enter at any time."

"Brother Dao, my Crimson Palace Blood is all water-enhanced. Perhaps I can help you find a way out. Let's go together." Pei Xuehan said with a smile, "At most I will be frozen and lose my memory temporarily. Brother Dao, just take me along."

"Are you so confident that I won't lose my memory?"

"Brother Dao has great magical powers. In Xuehan's heart, he is a god."

The brief conversation gradually quieted down, leaving only the rustling sound of snow in the distance.

Slowly, Pei Xuehan, who was sitting cross-legged, embraced Song Yan in his arms, her clothes became slightly loose, and her skirt and pants were untied.

Just like a statue of a goddess made of ice and snow, they linked hands, wrapped legs around each other, and with their faces burning, they cuddled together for warmth and practiced together.

Sometimes, there are pillow talk such as "Brother, did you get crushed?" and "I'd better get rid of it."
The next day.

Although it was daylight, the snow didn't stop.

The duration of the "Three States of Tumor Realm" is so long that there is only one thing that can be said, and that is: the breath of the sea of ​​bitterness is constantly seeping out.

This breath is very strange. It will first attack the cause and effect of life, and directly corrode dead objects. Even the sturdy houses in the previous secret realm will slowly disappear in it, and in this secret realm, only some ruins without roofs are left.

As for the high mountains in the distance, they looked like melted ice peaks. No one knew how high they were originally, but now they looked like small mounds.

This power, which can flatten mountains, freeze the sea, and erase everything that has ever happened in a place, is terrifying and shocking.

Pei Xuehan's face flushed, with joy in her eyes. She raised her hand, made a gesture, pointed out with one finger, and said delicately: "Divide the sea!"

As the two words came out, the quietly falling snow in the distance moved a few feet apart.

This scene is very funny.

Both of them wielded the same sword.

Pei Xuehan kept separating the flying snow while flying the sword at the same time.

Song Yan was sitting at the back end of the flying sword's rainbow light, holding the banner surrounded by black air in his hand.

With the presence of the sword light of Huahong, the actual seating area on the sword far exceeds the area of ​​the sword itself.

Suddenly, Song Yan's expression froze. Seeing something in the frozen soil, he said, "Left, slow down."

Pei Xuehan followed the sound.

Wait until close
Song Yan raised his finger and pointed.

Souls flew out of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner behind him.

Two loud bangs.

The unknown existence in the frozen soil has been blown to pieces.

A tattered monster head flew up and Song Yan took a picture of it from a distance, only to see dozens of sesame-sized red powders inside it.

If this powder isn't Shagu, then what is it?
However, at this time, Sha Gu had lost his activity and seemed to have been frozen stupid.

Song Yan threw away the monster's head and held those evil spirits in his hands.

It was the first time he saw Sha Gu so quiet.

Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind: Can he control the Sha Gu?
He had been using the Sikong Seal to store the Sha Gu he had collected, but he had not yet figured out how to use these Sha Gu.

Because the Sha Gu is too active and has no intelligence at all, if you dare to release it, it will not care about your realm and will torture you to death, as if it is either you or me.

And "Quiet Shagu" gave him some inspiration.

Suddenly, he thought of the monk from the Baihong Ancient Clan’s affiliated country who was frozen at the entrance.

You know, there has been a "two-headed, four-armed" Shagu monster squatting at the entrance. With Shagu's "thirst for life", if there is any possibility, it will drag the monk out of the ice and merge with him.

But it didn't.

The monk is alive and well.

Song Yan continued to think.

The essence of Sha is the reaction of the remaining causal fragments in the world in a closed mysterious environment over time.

The causal fragments of ordinary people and cultivators of Xuan practice are weaker, so they are just evil spirits; those of cultivators of Jiang Palace form evil liquid; and only cultivators of Zifu can form solid evil.

Of course, there may be other ways to achieve this, but he only came from a small place after all, and he doesn't have much experience.

But in the final analysis, Sha is also a special kind of causal existence.

So they can be frozen, they can be washed away.

And every soul is attached to a dense network of causes and effects.

'In that case.'

Song Yan suddenly had an idea.

In the evening, Song Yan and Pei Xuehan returned to their original place.

Today’s harvest was pretty good.

In total, he collected the frozen evil spirits of six monster corpses, as well as the soul of a monk from the Crimson Palace.

After some inquiries, Song Yan learned that the information was similar to the previous one, that this cultivator was also a vassal state of the Baihong Ancient Clan.

So, he sent the monk into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner again, then stuck the banner behind him and said, "Open."

Thousands of souls poured out, covering the sky and the sun, and ghostly fog and cold wind blew, making the surroundings instantly gloomy and dark.

Song Yan took a deep breath and raised his hand to summon a coffin.

The coffin is very thick and made of metal.

But soon, red spikes emerged from inside the metal.

With the sound of crackling, the entire coffin became like paper, with holes all over it pierced by the red thorns inside.

Song Yan squinted his eyes and watched. When the red thorns came towards him, he raised his hand and pointed, and dense swarms of evil spirits immediately pounced on the red thorns.

Those red thorns are very strong.

When Sha Gu encountered the evil spirit, there was a violent reaction between the two.

The Sha Gu instinctively desires to take over lives, and are naturally very sensitive to souls. In every body, they first think of binding the soul rather than killing it.

At this moment, the Sha Gu was like molten steel, and the evil spirit was like ice water. Amidst a series of hissing sounds, the weak evil spirit was easily bound by the powerful Sha Gu.

Under normal circumstances, the fusion would have been over by this time.

But this is the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

There are more than 200,000 souls hidden inside.

Song Yan expressionlessly controlled the evil spirit towards Sha Gu.

Sha Gu seemed to be a mouse that fell into a rice jar, and began to bind the soul frantically.

As I was tying it, it became saturated and could not be tied anymore.

Song Yan raised his hand.

The ghost spontaneously drove the evil spirit to his side, and then according to his wishes, it sometimes transformed into a knife, sometimes transformed into a sword.

And at this moment, a sharp red light suddenly flashed in a gap.

Song Yanwei tilted his head slightly, and the red light passed by his ears and then went around to the back of his head.

Song Yan thought for a moment, then summoned an evil soul of the Crimson Palace level from the air and made it stick to the Sha Gu to reinforce it.

This time, Sha Gu stood still.

Song Yan's mind moved slightly, and the evil spirit turned into a seemingly ordinary flying sword, floating in front of him.

Song Yan swung the sword again, and the flying sword actually returned to the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and merged into it, becoming a "sword in the banner." "Done?"

'It actually worked!'

'This is a flying sword made of Shagu and evil spirits that is completely controlled by me!'

'No, it can be a flying sword, it can be any weapon.'

'It hides in the banner and mixes in with the ghosts, which can definitely make the danger of my Ten Thousand Souls Banner rise to a higher level.'

'And, after I get the new Shagu, I can continue to strengthen it!'

Song Yan felt an indescribable joy in his heart.

In this soul threshold of the king, any means of enhancement would make him happy, because he had no idea whether he could leave here alive.

"Xuehan, let's change the direction of exploration tomorrow and see what's in this frozen soil. Dig it all up." Song Yan rarely spoke more. "I can feel that this piece of land, as the outer perimeter of the previous secret realm, should have frozen many evil spirits and many people. Those people were escaping from inside, but they didn't expect to encounter heavy snow when they escaped here."

Pei Xuehan nodded and said "hmm".

A few days later.
In the silent snow, a strange gas mask appeared in a ruined building.

The flying snow tainted with the scent of the bitter sea slowly fell, but just like ordinary snowflakes, after landing on the air shield, it slid away and covered the surroundings.

Inside the hood, there is a man and a woman.

Outside the hood, there is a man's body.

The three of them were wearing the same sect robes, obviously they were from the same sect.

However, in a place like this, even fellow disciples might kill each other.

The female cultivator had a pretty face. After practicing, she was looking solemnly into the distance.

The male cultivator suddenly asked, "Are you still looking at him?"

The female cultivator said, "We are in the same boat, but it depends on whether this boat can carry three people. If it can't, then someone has to die. I don't want to die, so he has to die."

The male cultivator said, "But he is your senior brother who has always taken good care of you, while I am your enemy. You killed him just because I can control this formation and have a chance of survival in this heavy snow. I did not collude with you in advance."

The female cultivator shook her head, took the initiative to snuggle into his arms, and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore."

The male cultivator raised his hand into her clothes and touched her hard a few times, but after the brief stimulation, he let out a long sigh.

"The people of the Baihong Ancient Clan sent us here to die! It's been so long, I'm afraid we can't get out. I don't know if there are any more secret realms outside, and if there are, we can't go in there at all."

"I think someone from the Baihong Ancient Clan must have come. It's not easy for them to train talents for our sect, so they won't abandon them here easily."

"It's not easy? If it's not easy, you won't give up?
The difference between the ancient race and the demon race is that the demon race eats living people, but the ancient race does not, that’s all.”

The two of them complained to each other.

But there is no other way.

The heavy snow blocked the roads and we couldn't go anywhere.

At this moment, the female cultivator suddenly raised her eyes and looked intently into the distance, with a strange light flashing in her eyes.

The male cultivator was stunned, and quickly turned his head, also showing a look of joy.

There was a sword flying in the sky covered with rustling snowflakes. The female cultivator who controlled the sword was wearing a beautiful silver robe and had a slender figure. It was obvious that she was very good at "water magic". She could even walk through the snow even in such a heavy snow.

If this method is used outside, one can split the sea thousands of feet apart with just one finger.

It has to be said that people who are good at "water magic" have an advantage in the tumor realm.

The female cultivator waved her hands hastily and shouted, "Daoyou!!"

The male cultivator also showed joy.

The two men saw that the silver-robed female cultivator on the flying sword was obviously delighted and was hurriedly riding the sword towards them, as if she wanted to meet up with them.

But somehow, the flying sword suddenly slowed down.

Only then did the two of them notice that there was a male cultivator sitting on the rainbow light behind the flying sword.

But before they could see the male cultivator's face clearly, before they had time to discuss countermeasures, before they decided whether to "cooperate with these two men" or "kill the male cultivator and threaten the silver-robed female cultivator Fenxue to take them out", they saw a burst of black smoke.

In the black smoke, a tall banner could be vaguely seen standing tall, and the outline of a man gradually emerged. He grabbed a sword emitting a strange aura from the banner.

The silver-robed female cultivator seemed to have given an order, and the flying sword only came closer from a distance but did not fall.

The next moment.
Whoosh!
Several evil spirits flew out from the black smoke and went straight towards the pair of monks.

Both the nuns and the nuns were horrified.

The female cultivator exclaimed, "Daoyou, you attacked without even asking. That's too overbearing!"

The male cultivator quickly controlled the formation and snorted coldly, "Fellow Daoist, do you think we are easy to bully?"

What was surprising was that the evil spirit suddenly bounced back after hitting the gas shield.

A hint of confidence appeared in the male cultivator's eyes. He was about to control the treasure to fight back, but suddenly, a sharp and terrifying red light appeared in front of him.

The red light fell from the sky and landed on the air shield in a moment, but was still blocked.

The male cultivator sneered and was about to take action, but he saw the obstacles were instantly shattered in the next moment, and a red light fell fiercely.

The male cultivator felt a chill in his body, and when he was about to react, he saw the overwhelming red light.

"Is this Sha.Shagu?"

Chi Chi Chi!
Chi Chi Chi!
The sky is full of evil.

The cultivator who had survived in the unknown formation for a long time was instantly turned into a hornet's nest.

The last question left in the minds of the two was "Why can this person control Shagu, why?"
Song Yan raised his hand and took back the red sword.

He was right, many Shagu monsters escaped from the secret realm, but they were all frozen here. In the past few days, he gained a lot.

If the Sha Gu powder he gathered were condensed, it could form a solid short sword. This amount of Sha Gu was already exaggerated.

In order to ensure the stability of the evil sword, he even filled it with the purple mansion level souls of the "ancient skeleton".

Today they explored further and encountered living people which was unexpected.

"Brother, why did you want to kill them directly?" Even though Pei Xuehan already knew the answer, he still couldn't help but mutter softly.

Song Yan said: "Human nature is too complicated. And here, the price of trust is too high, neither you nor I can afford it. So it's better for them to die."

As he spoke, he turned the two men into ghosts, and in the process pulled out the frozen monk nearby. However, the latter was already dead, and his soul was gone, so they were still two ghosts.

After a little questioning, Song Yan found out about the "relationship between the three". It was nothing more than "one person had the means to survive, but could only protect a limited number of people, so the female cultivator killed her brother and defected to the enemy."

As for this formation, it was obtained by the male cultivator by chance. It is called the "Soul-Sealing Formation" and its main function is to seal evil spirits and evil spirits.

He encountered heavy snow here and used this formation in a hurry, but found that the "Soul-Sealing Formation" actually had the effect of isolating the heavy snow, so he waited here for the snow to stop.

As for why the "Soul Sealing Formation" could isolate the snow in this tumor realm, he had no idea. He had also flipped through some books on formations, but could not find the corresponding information.

Song Yan grabbed the formation plate and observed it carefully.

The array patterns on the array plate are complex, with tens of thousands of them.

But Song Yan knew long ago that the complexity of a formation is often inversely proportional to the number of formation patterns.

The fewer array patterns there are, the more terrifying it is.

This is because the fewer array patterns there are, the harder it is to remember, or it is impossible to remember at all.

Thousands of array patterns have already reached the level of "incomplete small heavenly language characters", which cannot be drawn even without "using formulaic symbols to record obscurely".

The "Soul Sealing Array" before him has tens of thousands of array patterns, which is roughly at the same level as the "Five Elements Gathering Mysterious Array" and the "Ten Thousand Souls Banner Sacrifice Array".

There was a thoughtful look in his eyes.

into the night.

Entrance to the frozen secret realm.

Pei Xuehan snuggled in Song Yan's arms.

Because of the "fishing rod" and "water spell mastery", this frozen earth secret realm seems safer than the previous one.

But it's just an appearance, in fact, this place is already the tomb of many monks and Sha Gu.

The vast snowfield not only lacks any beauty, but is instead filled with a cold despair and the dead silence of a cemetery.

Pei Xuehan and Song Yan escaped from this place in the illusion, but she did not see the details in the illusion at all. At this moment, she just stayed as close to Song Yan as possible and stared into the distance in a trance.

She no longer felt that she could leave this soul threshold alive.

If it weren't for Song Yan, her fate would be to be desecrated and toyed with by the ancient skeletons, and then turned into a floating corpse contaminated by the evil spirit in the torrent.

Suddenly, she noticed that Song Yan seemed particularly serious tonight.

He was carefully and repeatedly looking at the "Soul Sealing Formation" array.

Pei Xuehan didn't disturb him, but greedily drew a sense of security from the warmth coming from his body.

After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly heard a crisp explosion. She opened her eyes hastily, only to see that Song Yan had crushed the Soul Sealing Formation's plate.

Song Yan's fingers picked and chose in the broken array plate, and soon he picked out a strange crystal jade the size of a soybean, gray on the outside and white on the inside.

Pei Xuehan was just about to say, "This array can block the snow, wouldn't it be a pity to destroy it?", but she saw a strange light flashing in Song Yan's eyes.

There was great joy, there was coldness, but more of it was madness.

Pei Xuehan couldn't help but ask: "What is this?"

Song Yan picked up the soybean-sized crystal jade and looked at it again and again. As if to confirm it, he laughed coldly and murmured, "Can you believe that there are causal white cave crystal jades in this world?

What I hold in my hand is the Causal White Cave Crystal Jade. The cultivator who got this array by chance has passed it through several hands, and no one knows who the original owner was.
But this is the cause and effect white cave crystal jade.

I guess that this kind of crystal jade most likely needs to be shaken by the sea of ​​suffering, and it can only be obtained occasionally in the connected soul threshold.

The so-called soul-sealing formation is actually the repulsive force corresponding to gravity.

It uses the array pattern and the causal white hole crystal jade to repel all causal fragments, including the bitter sea aura. "

Pei Xuehan was stunned when she heard this, and then asked curiously: "If that's the case, why did you destroy it?"

Song Yan said: "Because it is too small, the soul-sealing formation it is in can certainly block the snow, but it cannot block the rain, let alone the real aura of the bitter sea.

I dismantled it, firstly to prove my guess, and secondly, I wanted to put it into the formation I had modified."

After saying that, Song Yan quickly took out a formation plate from his arms.

Pei Xuehan looked over.

She saw that the patterns on this array plate were fewer than those on all the array plates she had seen.

But the moment she turned her eyes away, she had already forgotten those array patterns. She could not recall even a trace of them. The array pattern was just a shadow.

"Brother Dao is actually a master of formations."

What Song Yan took out was the "Small Heavenly Dao Gathering Array", an array that could gather corresponding substances by putting in corresponding white hole crystals.

He immediately took out the formation pen and began to think carefully about how to add something to this "Small Heavenly Dao Gathering Formation".

After three sleepless days, Song Yan finally completed the transformation.

His transformation is just to reduce the scope of "attraction" as much as possible, so that the "gravity" is as large as possible, so it is relatively easy, because it is completely moving towards "low difficulty".

There is actually only so much of a certain substance in an area, and what everyone wants is to expand the "attraction range" so that as much of the corresponding substance as possible can be absorbed.

But why did he shrink?
After Song Yan finished modifying the small Heavenly Dao Gathering Array, he carefully placed the "Cause and Effect White Cave Crystal Jade" into the core of the array, and then, with a posture of "holding an atomic bomb", he silently said in his heart: "Use this array and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner as the target to practice."

He has become increasingly adept at using his talent.

[You activated the Small Heavenly Dao Gathering Array, the surrounding snow and wind turned into a vortex and rushed in madly, you activated the Ten Thousand Souls Banner]

[The evil spirits in the banner are constantly frozen and sinking into the frozen soil. You capture them back and stuff them back into the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls. This seems to have achieved a balance.]

One year later, nothing happened

Song Yan frowned.

This was different from what he had imagined.

In his mind: this is a soul valve very close to the Sea of ​​Bitterness, and once this small Heavenly Dao Gathering Array installed with the causal white cave crystal jade is activated, it may attract the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

This is like a needle, very close to the bitter sea, poking lightly into the space. Originally, it would definitely not be able to be poked, but here is the soul threshold that constantly exudes the breath of the bitter sea.

He didn't ask to actually draw up the water from the bitter sea, he just asked to draw up the breath. That would be terrifying enough.

He wanted to turn this formation into the "ultimate killing move of destroying both oneself and others", with one main point: If I can't survive, then no one else can survive.

At that time, he can still rely on the ghosts in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to hold on, but it will not be so easy for others to hold on.

"Is it because we are too far away from the sea of ​​suffering?"

'Perhaps it will only work if you reach a deeper level of the soul threshold?'

Song Yan put away the formation plate and planned to try again in the next secret realm.

He frowned, and there was a hidden anxiety in his eyes.

Pei Xuehan had physical contact with him, so she could naturally tell that he was anxious, so she asked, "What happened?"

Song Yan said: "I know one thing."

"what's up?"

"The name of the demon country that lent its passage to the cultivators under the Baihong Ancient Clan."

"What is it?"

"The two-headed Vilan man-eating arrogant insect clan." Song Yan's expression was very serious, "Those two monks just happened to know this secret."

"This means that the water here is very deep, and it also means that the vortex we are in is not just the soul threshold of the king, but also other things."

"Master Yingti said before that other mountain and sea monsters were also planning to kill the treasure, but it managed to lure them away."

"But since the Baihong Ancient Clan has already entered the Soul Threshold of the King of Minions through the Pilanjiao Insect Clan, how can Master Yingti adjust it?"

After saying that, he sighed softly: "Old fox, it is impossible for you to tell the truth.

I have no idea what it is doing here.

Maybe it is just exploring the way, just pioneering for the king.

Or maybe, it is also part of other people's calculations.

We are but two small boats on the vast ocean where huge beasts are fighting and killing each other."

As he was speaking, Song Yan's expression suddenly changed.
Because he sensed that the souls of the two "Shadowless Crows" he placed in the outermost secret realm had disappeared.

That meant that someone came in from outside, easily discovered his Shadowless Crow, and easily killed it.

who is it? !
"go!"

Song Yan pulled the fishing rod.

Pei Xuehan asked: "Where are we going?"

"The next secret realm!" Song Yan said anxiously, "Hurry up! I'm afraid there's an old man chasing us from behind!"

(End of this chapter)