He didn't speak to anyone along the way and walked silently in the middle of the team.
Song Ya saw that Song Xin had been silent since returning to the camp. He just said that he had never seen such a terrifying scene before, so he did not go to disturb him.
This is what happens to anyone who survives their first brutal fight. Song Ya just ordered the rice to be cooked and distributed some to Song Xin, and then everyone set off.
Song Xin didn't practice, and what happened in the past two days was far beyond his psychological acceptance. It doesn’t matter if we were human in two lifetimes. Who among modern people has seen so many dead people at one time?
Although he looked calm at the moment, he had complicated emotions inside.
When I first killed the soul-eating owl, I was still a little excited. Seeing the fear and sadness of the hundreds of skeletons, they were finally buried with the solemn elegy. The continuous ups and downs in his mood made him feel extremely exhausted physically and mentally.
Gradually, he lay down behind the cart and closed his eyes to rest. The uncle driving the bullock cart thought he was asleep, so he took a piece of sheepskin and spread it on him.
In fact, he was reading "The Record of Ten Thousand Lives", which contains many records of monsters, monsters, beasts and poisonous insects. In addition to text, there are also moving pictures. It's also quite interesting to read. Song Xin didn't expect that there were so many wonderful existences in this world.
The Classic of Mountains and Seas that he knew contained many rare and rare beasts, but compared with the Records of Ten Thousand Lives, they were far behind.
Some of these pictures are drawn with black charcoal, and some are sketched with ink pens and colors. The painting styles are different, and they were obviously recorded and portrayed by different people. All lifelike. Not only the strengths and weaknesses of these things are recorded, but also their danger levels and values.
The degree of danger is divided into nine levels and three levels. The ninth level is the lowest, and the ninth level is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. The Soul-Eating Owl encountered this time was dangerously high at the "Ninth Level" level, and generally only a second-level enlightened alchemist could barely deal with it.
"It looks really risky this time. I'm really lucky to win."
However, this time, he noticed something strange. The entry for Soul-Eating Owl has a few more things than the other entries.
"What is this?" At this time, under the entry of Soul-Eating Owl, there was a bright white flame-like thing beating, but there was nothing under the other entries.
Curious, Song Xin touched the flame with his spiritual consciousness, and it went out with a pop. But not long after, it lit up again.
"Huh? Can't you use spiritual consciousness? Then try using spiritual energy."
Song Xin introduced a little spiritual energy and touched the flame. Suddenly, the flame seemed to have received fuel and suddenly glowed. At the same time, it turned into countless tiny points of light, which actually broke away from the "Record of Ten Thousand Lives" and began to penetrate into Song Xin's meridians.
"Sure!" Song Xin immediately regretted his recklessness. Why should he touch this obscure thing...
It was too late to regret.
When the white light spots completely disappeared from his body, he felt no discomfort. After carefully examining my body, I didn't notice any strange changes. Underneath the flames, a line of small words appeared:
"The soul-eating owl's soul can be absorbed into the body to temper the body and avoid the poison of black energy."
"Is this a way to restrain the toxins of the soul-eating owl? Can it also temper the body? Is "The Record of Ten Thousand Lives" not just a collection of monsters in the world? It can also absorb their souls. That wonderful flame is the collected monster souls. ? To avoid its poison, does this Wanshenglu have the function of making its own vaccine?"
But guesses were just guesses, and he had no way to confirm them. He could only compare them with other monsters next time he met them.
It was already dark when the convoy stopped.
The inn in front of me is brightly lit. This inn is real, not an illusion.
Yi Cheng came over and said, "Are these Captain Wei and Captain Song? You are here now. I have already sent someone to deliver the documents to the next stop."
Song Ya cupped his hands and said, "Thank you. I was worried that the documents were delivered late and the higher-ups blamed me for delaying the deadline."
"It's easy to talk, hot food and charcoal fire are ready. Please come in and eat." Yi Cheng said.
"By the way, there is a man here. Go and prepare some hot soup for him to drink." Wei Tong pointed his finger at him, but he was not awake yet.
"Young Master, are you feeling well?"
"I'm just unconscious and weak. You can just serve me with hot tea and rice."
"Easy to say." Yi Cheng picked up Wei on his back and walked into the post station.
Wei Tong asked everyone to unload the truck. This was the first time they could sleep in a warm house along the way. There have been too many snowstorms and killings along the way.
After a full meal, Song Xin felt hot all over. The inn was not big, and there was no guarantee that everyone could sleep in the room. However, the charcoal brazier was sufficient, and it was much better than in the wild.
At night, Song Xin took out the bone fragments and white jade found in the ashes of the Soul-Eating Owl.
The bone fragments were the bones of an unknown animal, and they were harder than steel when pinched. Then put the jade piece between your eyebrows and soak it with a little spiritual energy.
"Netherworld Dao Sutra?"
Song Xin was a little surprised. He didn't expect this to be a skill. No wonder this monster was so good at it.
But as he continued reading, Song Xin shook his head in frustration, "Well, I don't know what kind of writing this is. The possession method used by this monster must have come from it. Hey, there is another paragraph here that is written in words that I can understand and... ...This paragraph is a comparison of two texts...similar to the Rosetta Stone..."
"This Netherworld Dao Sutra seems to be specially made for the cultivation of ghost ghosts. Well, these incomprehensible words may be some kind of lost language! Fortunately, there are text comparisons. There are many methods in this paragraph and the Qi Lian chapter There are differences, and there are also some wonderful ideas that can be learned from. However, I am afraid that people practicing this may do more harm than good. Keep it for now, maybe it will come in handy sometime."
After putting away the bone and jade pieces, Song Xin began to practice Qi as usual.
However, this time he felt something strange.
As usual, the true energy was used to introduce the mysterious energy into the body for fusion, but this time he felt that the pain in the process had increased several times.
"Is it because of the Yuanling?" He remembered that the Soul-eating Mandrill Yuanling also had the effect of tempering the body. Every time he practiced Qi, his meridians trembled, but after practicing Qi several times, he found that his meridians became thicker.
"Let's just say, after working so hard to defeat monsters, why should we get some benefits?" Song Xin whispered in his heart.
After one night of practice, his meridians were able to withstand eighteen internal circulations, and the fused profound energy became more pure and contained fewer impurities. This made him so excited that he kept practicing all night.
When Song Xin opened her eyes in the morning, she found that her whole body stank and her clothes were covered with specks of black oil.
Unconsciously last night, the body tempering cultivation level also successfully reached the second state of the Mingxin Alchemist. They are all impurities accumulated in the body when practicing Qi again and again.
After Song Xin finished cleaning up, Song Ya quietly told him, "Wei Qi is awake."
