Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 102: The underwear of the general is almost stripped off
Luotian Dajiao quarterfinals.

Because in the first half, the battle between Mo Yu and Zhang Lingyu was too intense.

Stadium A was almost half-ruined and could no longer be used, so the next few games were moved to Stadium B.

"Ha~"

Wang Ye and Mo Yu, two fellow apprentice brothers, were half-lying in a corner of the audience stand in the same posture, with dark circles under their eyes, each one heavier than the other, and yawning from time to time.

Feng Shayan, who had slept for less than three hours and hurriedly finished her lunch to watch the game, sat down next to Mo Yu.

Listening to the two of them yawning one after another, my eyelids couldn't help but start to twitch.

"Just stop it!"

There was no way to talk to Wang Ye, so Feng Shayan pulled Mo Yu up from his half-lying position and warned him fiercely in his ear.

"Ha~"

Mo Yu let Feng Shayan pull him up, his limp body still unable to straighten up, the scabbard at his waist swaying, he said lazily:

"I just wanted to sleep in for a while, but you insisted on dragging me to watch your brother's game. I'm already giving you face by coming."

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Feng Shayan was speechless after being criticized.

Although she really wanted to say that as a contestant, Mo Yu should carefully study every opponent he might encounter next.

But think about it, Zhang Lingyu, who was originally sure to win the championship, was defeated by Mo Yu, so there is really not much point in studying the remaining opponents.

Although Feng Shayan was quite confident in her own strength, she was not so arrogant as to think that she could defeat the junior master uncle of Tianshi Mansion.

What's more, even she herself was defeated by Mo Yu, and Feng Xingtong's strength is not as good as hers.

[Tianxiahui Feng Xingtong versus Wang Bing of the Wang family! ]

Sensing the start of the battle, Mo Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although he was really too lazy to watch this fight, since he was already there, Mo Yu naturally had to take a look.

"Is this one of the Eight Great Techniques, the Soul Binding and General Summoning Technique? It's truly outrageous."

As the heir of the Eight Great Techniques, Wang Ye was still curious about the art of summoning spirits and sending generals.

"Essence and energy become things, wandering spirits become changes."

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes and stared at the black python driven by Feng Xingtong. After a little thought, he saw its true nature:

"Brother, if I'm not mistaken, this so-called elf does look a bit like a spirit."

Wang Ye rolled his eyes and pointed at Feng Shayan next to Mo Yu and said, "Why are you asking me this question instead of asking the professional next to you?"

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Mo Yu turned his head and looked over, only to be given another eye roll by Feng Shayan.

"I'm a congenitally different person, unable to inherit the ability to summon spirits and send generals, so I don't know much, but your understanding of elves is probably correct."

"Elves are essentially the essence of heaven and earth + the spirits of all things."

Although she had a look of disgust on her face, Feng Shayan still told what she knew.

"Hun is the primordial spirit, and Po is the conscious spirit. Does the spiritual spirit you're talking about include the human spirit? Then wouldn't the Yin spirit of Quanzhen be naturally nemesis to you?"

As Mo Yu said this, his tone confirmed that the Feng family's spirit-binding and general-sending methods were incapable of controlling the Yin Spirit.

After all, he has opened up his sea of ​​consciousness at this moment, and in the Taiji Heavenly Palace he has actually seen and felt what his soul (consciousness) looks like.

Although they were very similar, he could clearly feel that the spirit controlled by Feng Xingtong was somewhat different from the human consciousness.

Feng Shayan stared at Mo Yu deeply and was once again shocked by his talent.

Many people who study witchcraft would not realize this so quickly, but Mo Yu, an outsider, actually realized it!

"Then why don't you continue to guess, why can't Ju Ling Qian Jiang directly control the Yin God, but can control the human spirit? You should have seen the spirit of Grandpa Wang Zizhong when Xing Tong was treating you." Feng Shayan asked with her arms folded.

On the one hand, there are many people here and she doesn't want to reveal more in-depth information.

On the other hand, Feng Shayan was eager to see how far Mo Yu's terrifying talent could go in the sorcery arts, which he was unfamiliar with. Could he discover the key to this?
Wang also looked at Mo Yu with curiosity.

He was also curious about what answer Mo Yu would give, although Wang Ye himself didn't know the answer to this question.

Mo Yu's eyes widened a little after staring at the battle on the field for a few minutes.

He gave his own answer -

"soul!"

"Whether it's an elf or the residual spirit of a dead person, they are all in a state of having a spirit but no soul. There's a phrase called 'being without a master', which describes this situation."

"Without the innate primordial spirit, the acquired consciousness is like a rootless duckweed, which is why it is possible for someone to take it away."

"In a normal human body, the Yuan Shen and the Shen are entangled together. Even without the means of practicing Qi, your Feng family's soul-binding and general-sending methods cannot capture a person's soul while they are still alive."

"Otherwise, why would I bother cultivating the 'Out of Yang God'? I can just ask the Feng family for help!"

Mo Yu's words made Feng Shayan fall into silence again.

From her expression, it was not difficult for Wang to see that his junior brother Mo Yu was probably right again this time.

However, once Mo Yu's brain started working, his thoughts began to diverge unconsciously, and he thought of more things.

He stroked his stubble with his right hand, his eyes gleaming as he continued to speculate and mutter, "I can understand the residual spirit of a human, but what about the elves? Without the innate Yang God, where does the acquired Yin Soul come from?"

"Python? So spirits are the remaining spirits of dead animals?"

As soon as he came up with this guess, Mo Yu subconsciously rejected it. "No, that's not right, at least not completely right."

"Based on what I've learned over the past two days, these spirits possess consciousness and can continue to cultivate. The spirits left behind after death, whether of humans or other animals, are incapable of this."

Mo Yu stroked his stubble with his right hand, then tapped his head along his temples, a look of enlightenment in his eyes.

"Yes, how could I have overlooked the 'spirit' of witchcraft? 'Nourish the spirit' and 'perform the spirit' are the witches' true strengths."

Before he could finish his words, Mo Yu was hugged by Feng Shayan, who sealed this overly smart dog head into the bottom of the valley between two high peaks.

At some point, the audience sitting in the back all looked disappointed.

What a pity, I could have taken this opportunity to learn more about witchcraft.

Damn busty woman!

Taoist Mo Yu, please stand up quickly!

How could you be defeated so easily by this woman!

Feng Shayan's forehead was full of black lines. She shouldn't have tried to explore the upper limit of Mo Yu's talent.

If he continues to think about it, this bastard might create the 'Spirit Reincarnation and General Dispatching' for her on the spot.

The secrets of witchcraft are almost exposed by his lousy mouth!

Feng Shayan held Mo Yu's dog head, which contained amazing wisdom. Her eyes accidentally swept across the field, and her bright eyes suddenly shrank.

"How is this possible? How could Wang Bing be the one who would detain spirits and dispatch generals from my Feng family?!"

Mo Yu broke free from the double peak seal and looked towards the arena.

Feng Xingtong, who had previously used the technique of summoning spirits and sending generals to bully the spirit medium, was now being severely humiliated by Wang Bing through NTR.

Without the power to summon spirits and dispatch generals, Feng Xingtong was no different from a waste and was hung up and beaten by Wang Bing.

Not to mention organizing any effective attack, they even lost the will to fight.

"Ha~"

Mo Yu yawned. This was why he didn't want to watch the game.

What makes a warrior a warrior is not just his strength, but his courage to fight.

In terms of power, Feng Xingtong, who has mastered the art of summoning spirits and dispatching generals, is definitely superior to the three couriers who blocked Mo Yu in the alley, but it is difficult for Mo Yu to judge him as a warrior.

Working in logistics, medical care, and political work in the rear might be more suitable for him.

Battlefield? Forget it.

In this game of the brave, there is no room for the weak.

The strength here does not refer to power, but will!

However, Wang Bing revealed another use of the spirit-binding and general-sending method, which is to permanently enhance one's own strength by directly serving the spirits.

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Mo Yuxu narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

The two brothers of the Deng family who were not far away could no longer hold back and started to take action.

After all, that black python belongs to Feng Xingtong NTR.

Feng Shayan's arms around Mo Yu's neck subconsciously exerted force due to nervousness, and half of Mo Yu's face was sealed into the valley again.

Mo Yu, who was lost in thought, did not react at all. His Qi sense had silently extended to the field.

"Spirits are the remnants of animal spirits that naturally or artificially attach themselves to certain physical entities, such as statues or trees, and are then distorted by the collective will of the people, creating the product of reality."

This process was mastered and studied by ancient shamans, eventually developing into numerous rituals, but its essence remains to make the collective will more controllable, and thus the created spirits more controllable.

"But if all other factors are excluded, the essence of spirits is nothing more than the essence of heaven and earth + the residual souls of animals + the influence of the original spirit (collective consciousness)."

"So, how can one permanently strengthen oneself by devouring spirits?"

Although his cultivation level had been greatly improved through dual cultivation, Mo Yu's mana was still quite tight.

Mo Yu was still very interested in this method that could make one permanently stronger as long as one obeyed the spirit.

But the problem was that he couldn't understand this part.
He had guessed the general nature of the spirit-capturing and general-dispatching strategy.

An elf is equivalent to an ownerless consciousness. To put it bluntly, it can be compared to a public bus that anyone can get on.

In order to avoid this, witches and shamans will basically set a threshold, such as their own blood or a token as a car key.

In theory, anyone can drive a distance as long as they have the car keys.

The method of arresting spirits and sending generals actually bypasses the barriers set by various factions of witches and directly seizes the supreme control over the elves.

To be able to do this, Mo Yu speculated that it must involve the means of the innate primordial spirit.

After all, as rootless duckweed, elves have no way of resisting the call of the innate spirit.

This afternoon, when Feng Xingtong used Wang Zizhong's spirit to heal him, Mo Yu had a feeling.

As long as he wanted, he seemed to be able to influence this remnant soul to a certain extent.

It’s just that Mo Yu had no interest in these elves and the like, so he didn’t delve into it.

Now, seeing the king, he can become stronger permanently by serving the spirit.
Mo Yu is not interested in driving elves, but he is still interested in becoming stronger by serving the spirits, and it is very big!

(End of this chapter)