We returned to the small town where we first set foot in the North to find a guide. It was not a big town, and there were not many people coming and going. There were not even a few living people on this snowy day.
Qianjie and his party stayed in the shabby mansion of the old Charles family again. He could still afford a few guest rooms.
Even if the Soul Guidance Handicraft Workshop is urgent, this amount of time is not needed.
But Qianjie is really busy, that stick that feels extraordinary, reviewing and sorting out the trip to the far north, and Tianmeng.
Yes, while we are still in the far north, it is time to deal with Tianmeng.
It really needs to be dealt with, otherwise Tianmeng will really die - he is always in a state of survival. Douluo's body grabbing is not the same as the fantasy body grabbing of the immortals in the memory of thousands of tribulations, it is more similar to For a temporary residence and forced control of the body, if there is no follow-up means, such as something like the light of XX God, the body-snatcher will eventually give up the body and get out.
In the guest room, the flickering light of the oil lamp illuminated Qianjie's face. Combined with his usual smile, he looked like a villain planning some big conspiracy.
Combined with the huge circular matrix painted with blood on the ground and the various medicinal materials dotted on it, it looks more like a cult ritual site.
In the dark night, under the flickering lights, a big villain is standing in front of a blood formation...
This is not an evil villain preparing to summon monsters to destroy the town, nor is it a summoning of heroic spirits. This is a magic teaching scene.
Of course, it is undeniable that it is indeed very similar to a cult ritual. The elders of the Holy Spirit Church cannot fault it and even praise it greatly.
The formation came from Electrolux, the red liquid came from the sheep that Old Charles entertained the group today, and the ice silkworms came from the leftovers from the explosion that day.
Anyway, it couldn't have been painted with Qianjie's own blood. He didn't bleed that much.
"What are you going to do to me?!" Tian Meng's desperate cry rang out from the center of the blood formation.
To be fair, at first he thought it was just Qianjie who was crazy and wanted to play, and he even followed up and made some comments.
Gradually, he remembered that Qianjie also had the identity of an evil soul master, but it was not a big problem. During those years in Xingdou, he had seen some evil soul masters, and one of them could be considered a performance artist.
This kid looks quite normal, but he might also have some behavioral art hobbies.
When the blood array was completed, Qianjie grabbed him and fixed him in the center of the blood array.
"As long as you go through this ceremony, you will no longer be an ordinary ice silkworm. You will no longer be tainted by the hustle and bustle and beauty of the world." Qianjie stood on the edge of the blood array, half-crouching, and his tone was without sadness. happiness.
"Let go, brother!" Tian Meng struggled more and more fiercely. He twisted his body desperately in an attempt to escape from the restraints.
This doesn’t sound like a good word! It's like wanting him to die!
He even began to try to break away from his body and escape mentally.
Then a burst of spiritual power forced him back, it was Huo Yulin.
"Yulin, Yulin, help me, think about your million-year soul ring?!"
Huo Yulin's eyes were filled with pity: "Be obedient and show it to my brother."
This is a magic teaching, both for Electrolux to Qianjie and to Huo Yulin.
The next moment, with Qianjie as the center, soft light began to fill the entire room, like a large light bulb.
The process must be completed, and this is the first step: appease the original soul of the ice silkworm.
In this world, everyone from an ant to a giant dragon has a soul.
The soul beast of a certain god king has no soul for less than 100,000 years. It has intelligence to thank us for, everyone knows...
It's even more outrageous than the God King giving birth to a daughter tens of thousands of years ago before he was even born.
Regardless of whether Tianmeng crushed the original consciousness in the ice silkworm's body or expelled it from the body, that soul would still be there, and its resentment was not small.
Anyone whose body has been robbed will not feel resentful, okay?
This is what Electrolux said.
In short, transcendence.
Of course, there is no need to chant sutras and do things for thousands of kalpas, no need to knock around with a wooden fish, and no need to chant about the Infinite Heavenly Lord, the Supreme Lord, and the like.
The Son of Light has an innate purification function. This is the first time in a thousand eons that he has experienced the benefits of this unknown physique.
"It turns out that you are quite good to me." Tianmeng in the formation was so moved that he almost burst into tears.
In fact, he feels quite comfortable now, as if he is under the warm sunshine, and the whole silkworm feels comfortable and relaxed from the inside out...
Then……
The light disappeared.
Purgatory is coming.
The bloody light filled the whole room along with Tianmeng's cursed and painful shouts. It was really noisy.
It's a pity that I can't shut up now, otherwise it will affect the effect.
"Teacher, is this really useful?" Maintaining his posture of injecting energy into the blood array, looking at the ice silkworm that was about to spit out its soul, Qianjie asked Electrox in the sea of spirits.
It was also his first time to start, so there was a possibility of partial failure.
"Don't worry, after this ceremony, at least in the short term, he won't have to worry about the return of his soul to the underworld and the scattering of his soul and body. When you are strong enough, you will need to go through a few procedures before he can truly be considered problem-free.
"I also added some things to the blood array based on the characteristics of the ice silkworm. If he can survive it, it will be of great benefit."
The voice of Old God Electrolux sounded.
This is really not a very high-end operation. Magicians will do this - make magic dolls.
It's nothing more than filling in a soul according to the custom of undead magic.
The quality of the soul of Tianmeng's million-year-old soul beast also meant that there was no need to worry about the risk of soul collapse during this operation. It was just a bit painful, but it was over after a while.
Qianjie nodded in understanding, saying it was simple. In fact, this thing was not simple for him now - when drawing the magic circle, Electrolux controlled his body throughout the process, and Huo Yulin provided the spirit. Strength supplement.
Otherwise, he really wouldn't be able to draw this thing.
With this in mind, Qianjie waved to Huo Yulin, indicating that Huo Yulin would take his place.
In Electrolux's words, one of the disadvantages of different worlds is that magic that can be used easily requires several times or even dozens of times of energy, and its power and effect are greatly reduced.
So Huo Yulin needs to take turns with him.
Although the milk bottle function can be used during the use of soul power, it is better to use it less if it is not necessary. No one likes to injure themselves at every turn.
This process lasted until early morning, and Tianmeng finally got rid of the torture, lying in the middle of the blood array like a dead insect.
"Can you please try a more relaxed approach next time? It really hurts!" When Qianjie grabbed him, Tianmeng said weakly.
Nao Gui Nao, Qianjie had reminded him before the ceremony.
"A million-year-old soul beast, you are still afraid of pain? I still feel sorry for those two drops of my blood. Don't tell me that you don't realize how great the benefits are."
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