"How can a person without spiritual roots seize the body of a person with spiritual roots?" Yunli was surprised. Usually monks seize the bodies of mortals or monks seize the bodies of monks. How can mortals seize the bodies of monks? If you can't practice without spiritual roots, how can you release your spiritual consciousness and enter other people's minds? How to win in the battle for spiritual consciousness?
"Of course there is someone to help." Lan Shu said meaningfully: "This kind of body grabbing mostly happens when children are not practicing."
Yunli instantly understood what she meant. If a powerful child does not have spiritual roots, find a child who has spiritual roots but has not yet cultivated, destroy his mind, and then take out the soul of his own child and put it in.
Although the process is dangerous and not even one of hundreds of cases will be successful, as long as one person succeeds, others will flock to him.
"Seizing someone's body is against the laws of nature. Such a method is rarely successful. Moreover, there is a possibility that the soul and the body will not be integrated in the later stage. At the least, it can lead to madness and stupidity, and in the worst case, the soul will disappear."
Yunli nodded. If the success rate of such a taboo method that is harmful to nature is acceptable, how many people will suffer.
But they come from the mortal world, and their parents and ancestors are mortals. This may not exist.
"What about the other one?"
"The other way is to absorb other people's spiritual roots through some special methods."
"What a special method."
"Like, blood."
Yunli had a question mark on her face, what the hell?
"Human blood flows through every corner of the body, everywhere, and the magic contained in the blood is also wonderful. Monster beasts are a good example. They are all inherited through blood. They use special methods to devour other people's blood. Bloodline, or possibly gaining talent from others..."
Yunli rolled his eyes, Moman, isn't this talking about the Blood Ming Kung Fu!
On the other side, the council chamber.
Xingye sat on the desk with an unclear expression. For a long time, he turned the ring on his thumb and asked, "Are there any other reasons?"
The man beside him shook his head, "No more."
Xing Ye lowered his eyes, stared at the black fingertips on his fingertips, and slowly said: "The higher the talent, the greater the protection of heaven. Duo She would never choose such a person, and his soul is condensed and his soul and body are pure. Tiancheng is definitely not about taking over one’s body.”
Mang Zhong's eyes were heavy: "That's what special skills he practiced and absorbed other people's spiritual roots."
When he said this, his eyes flashed, "Could it be the Blood Ming Kung Fu?"
Among the techniques that are currently known to be able to absorb other people's spiritual root qualifications, the only one with good results is the Blood Ming Technique. This is why they value Mo You so much. It was for her that Shuang Sheng was looking for someone to help him. A way for people without spiritual roots to practice.
"No, if the Blood Ming Kung Fu really had this effect, that little girl Moyou wouldn't be like this anymore."
Only when the Blood Ming Gong is practiced to the highest level can it absorb other people's spiritual roots. Mangzhong's eyes flashed. Does this mean that Mo You is already practicing the Blood Ming Gong?
Have you found the Blood Ming Kung Fu?
He naturally said: "That's right. Even if Qianjiu started practicing at a young age, he would not be able to reach the highest level now. How can he talk about taking away people's spiritual roots?"
Xingye turned the black ring on his fingertips in circles. After thinking for a while, he still had no clue. He raised his head and asked, "How is the check on Qianjiu's identity?"
"Senior Brother Jingzhe had already checked him out when he accepted him as his disciple a year ago. Ying Yi brought him back near Moyun City. At that time, he was already at the third level of Qi training."
Mo Yuncheng was at the third level of Qi training. Xingye's heart moved. Could it be that he was really seizing the body?
Mang Zhong glanced at his expression and continued: "According to our people, they live temporarily in Moyun City. They only go out once a month and spend the rest of the time practicing in the small courtyard rented by guests."
"What about before arriving at Moyun City?"
"Still checking, do you want to search for souls?"
Xingye raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then said calmly: "He is still Jingzhe's disciple."
He stood up and walked out without looking back: "Don't act rashly without conclusive evidence."
Mang Zhong's slightly bent body slowly straightened up, and a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his lips. All he needed was evidence.
"By the way, since Wen Ming already has the magical weapon, let's give the Shadow Sword to Yue Yi. Bai Lu has suffered a lot in the pavilion these years."
A voice thought in his mind, and Mangzhong froze. How could the earth-level magic weapon be compared with the heaven-level magic weapon, let alone the Shadow Sword that already had spiritual consciousness. Bai Lu was tired of the pavilion, but he was not tired? What's more, every big and small thing in the pavilion is one after another. Which one is not handled by him?
It was getting dark, hiding all the dark plans in the darkness. When the sun shone on the earth again, two shocking news spread throughout Canye Pavilion.
Firstly, Juesha Jingzhe's only direct disciple did not have any destiny. Secondly, Zhaoying Sword recognized its owner, and the new owner was Juesha Bailu's close disciple Yue Yi.
One person is heaven, the other person is hell.
Three days later, Yunli and Yunli just stepped out of the small courtyard. Two disciples passing by not far away looked over. One of them, a girl of thirteen or fourteen, was stunned for a moment and saluted from a distance: "Senior Brother Qianjiu."
"Hey, a person who has no immortal destiny is worthy of being our senior brother." Before Wei Lin could react, the companion next to the girl said with a smile.
Yunli glared at her fiercely. She had expected such a scene, but hearing it with her own ears still made her want to hit someone.
"Senior sister." The girl was a little embarrassed, pulled her companion, and smiled apologetically at Wei Lin.
The woman broke free from the girl's hand, glared at her, and said: "What are you dragging me for? I'm not wrong. If you don't have immortality, you are equivalent to a humble mortal, and you are worthy of being our senior brother, huh."
Her words attracted other people passing by. When they saw Wei Lin, they stopped, and someone immediately responded: "Even a loser is worthy!"
"Please keep your voice down, no matter what, I am still a disciple of Lord Jingzhe."
The man who answered the call was a little scared, but the other man said: "What are you afraid of? Master Jingzhe left the pavilion that day. If you accept such a disciple, I am afraid that your face will be disgraced."
"I wonder how much I regret it now. If I had known that I was receiving such waste, I might as well have considered it."
"Hahaha......"
There is a devil living deep in people's hearts. Due to various constraints, the devil is buried in the deepest corner. Once the constraints are loosened, the devil will emerge.
Normally, death is a distant and terrifying existence for them, a mountain that they look up to. But now that mountain has cracked, they suddenly realize that the mountain can also be broken, and it is not indestructible, so they have the courage to try. Let out the inner demons.
It's rare for someone to be sober among the crazy people. He reminded: "Be careful, you can also arrange the final kill."
As if someone poured cold water on them, they once again remembered that it was a high mountain, pressing down on them, and that it could destroy them with just a raise of their hands, and they cautiously made jokes.
Seeing Yunli's vicious gaze, someone became angry and said, "Why are you staring? If you stare again, I'll dig out your eyeballs!"
Yunli sneered, "Come and try."
"What did you do to provoke her? She is a giant hammer lolita." Someone next to him grabbed him and immediately said to Yunli: "I know that my junior sister is kind-hearted, but you'd better stay away from him. You're young, not Governor, do you know what it means to have no destiny? People who have no destiny, let alone go through many crises, even if they get through the crisis by luck, they will not get any benefits and basically have no chance. This is the way of heaven!"
"Shut up." Yunli shouted coldly.
The person who was pulled earlier sneered repeatedly: "Huh, whatever you tell her, it doesn't matter what is good or bad, she will suffer it in the future."
"This little bitch is also very weird. Maybe she is just like that trash..."
A sword was inserted into the ground next to his toes, and the rest of his words were suddenly stuck in his throat. A cold gaze fell on him, chilling to the bone.
The onlookers were trembling in fright. Wei Lin walked over with a cold face, pulled out his long sword, squinted his eyes slightly, slowly turned his head, and said word by word: "I will remember you."
The man trembled and became stiff. He looked at the two people passing by them. Only then did he remember that the person he was ridiculing and disdaining was already at the ninth level of Qi training. The first person in this competition, even though he had no immortal fate, The strength is real.
The crowd was silent for a long time. For a long time, someone said loudly: "What are you afraid of? Even if he wants revenge, he must have that life."
Yes, people who are not destined to be immortal are very unlucky, and they may not know when they will return to the west. This worry is unnecessary.
After the protagonist who was being watched left, everyone dispersed. Only the girl at the beginning looked forward and said softly: "He didn't have any fate before. Didn't he live a good life until now?"
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