There's something wrong with my immortal path.

Looking at the origin of the soul floating in his palm.

Xia Ming's eyes quietly condensed, and his expression became strange.

Xia Ming couldn't say he had much trust in the immortal Zhao Yuanfeng.

Because he didn't believe that guy at all.

Once bitten, twice shy.

Once his body is taken away, he will fear Yuanfeng for ten years.

The past events are still fresh in his mind, how dare Xia Ming trust that guy so easily?

Xia Ming originally thought about throwing this thing into the upper dantian.

However, he was afraid that the crane and Chongyang'er would eat it by mistake.

In fact, Chongyang'er is not bad.

It can only tell you once.

Those careless cranes really know how to eat randomly.

Admonitions are useless.

The more I told him, the more I wanted to eat.

The more forbidden it is, the more likely you are to do it.

Those careless birds and cranes.

How dare Xia Ming feel relieved.

Later, Xia Ming wanted to throw this thing into the acupoint.

But after thinking about it again and again, Xia Ming still felt that something was wrong.

The immortal's methods are unbelievable.

Zhao Yuanfeng can use the method of anchoring to seize the body.

Who knows what the hell this soul is?

Zhao Yuanfeng mentioned that flesh and blood, aura, and soul are the keys to refining this thing.

Xia Ming thought for a moment and finally made a decision.

With a big hand, seals were firmly attached to the origin of Zhao Yuanfeng's soul by Xia Ming.

Circle after circle, over and over again, the spiritual energy is suppressed and the soul is suppressed.

The Yuanfeng Seal directly became a ball the size of a fist.

With a gentle throw, Yuanfeng's small ball fell directly into the storage ring on Xia Ming's finger.

"Flesh, flesh, spirit, soul...I won't give you any!"

"Let me see how you plot against me!"

"Quack quack!"

What Xia Ming didn't notice was that Zhao Yuanfeng's imprinted ball happened to fall into the storage ring where he kept his spirit sword.

And in that storage ring, there was only one sword at the moment.

That was the Immortal Blood Anchor Sword processed and improved by Xia Ming.

This guy has already eaten up all the spiritual swords in the storage ring.

Not only the spirit sword, but also the [Duan Que] that had been with Xia Ming for a long time in the corner was eaten by this guy.

When the small ball fell into it, those slender blood threads couldn't wait to entangle on the sword body.

Flesh, spirit, soul!

Now I have it all.

……

After dealing with the Yuanfeng Mark, Xia Ming sacrificed the [Buddha Great World] again.

The magical effect of the Buddha mentioned by Yuan Feng is to use the Immortal Magic of the Buddha to experience a memory that does not belong to oneself.

Experience all kinds of life and comprehend various states of mind, in order to achieve the purpose of training the Taoist mind.

If you have a strong Taoist heart, you can sharpen the eyes of the world in advance.

There are risks in this process, but... its rewards are quite terrifying.

Of course, there are also conditions required to activate the pagoda.

First, it needs to obtain the soul of the memory extractor. The more complete the better, which Zhao Yuanfeng calls medicine.

Secondly, it needs a medium. The more important the medium is to the "medicine", the better. Zhao Yuanfeng calls it Yaoyin.

After thinking for a moment, Xia Ming decided to give it a try.

Then, he pulled out a pale wandering soul from the bone soul refining flag.

After Xia Ming's continuous collection during this period, the Soul Refining Banner has reached the Thousand Soul Banner.

After feeling the remnant soul in his hand for a moment, Xia Ming probably had some idea in his mind.

"This is the soul of a demon cultivator, 30% complete..."

"The medicine can be replaced with...my blood..."

"After all, I was the one who killed him."

After making preparations, Xia Ming threw the pale wandering soul into the Great World of Buddha.

Immortal rituals are held, and nine circles of jade rings are twisted and squeezed with each other.

The wandering soul was shattered, and a new picture appeared in front of Xia Ming.

He saw another Xia Ming charging towards him.

That speed is simply terrifying.

While Xia Ming was stunned, a fist quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.

boom--

As his energy and blood surged, Xia Ming suddenly opened his eyes.

His experience was over.

"Simulation? It feels very real." "That's why...why am I experiencing the process of being killed!"

"Is there something wrong with the medicine I used?"

After sighing, Xia Ming took out the Infinite Ruler again.

After carefully comparing the scale lines, Xia Ming found that the soul refining effect was very efficient.

In the past, an ordinary century-old soul could only be promoted by two or three levels, but now it can be improved by six or seven levels.

The soul pagoda, the great soul refining, the physical furnace, the Tao melts itself!

If this continues, why worry about not being strong!

This is the true way of immortality!

When his heart was burning, Xia Ming took out another object from his acupoint.

It was a slender rib, the ribs were as white as ivory.

It is the real bone of the great thief of Liansheng Thirty-Seven.

"Liansheng thirty-seven..."

"This real bone of the big thief is a perfect introduction to medicine!"

"I want to see! What kind of memories you hide!"

"Don't try to mess with my mind!"

With his thoughts floating around, Xia Ming directly called out the remaining soul of Liansheng Thirty-Seven.

Holding the great thief's rib in his hand and reciting the Great Thief Sutra secretly, Xia Ming immediately threw the remaining soul into the pagoda.

[Fuck, the money fell to the ground, the BMW flew into the air, drove away from the fire to be burned, and was blown away by the Sunda wind. 】

[Like lotus flowers blooming everywhere, like white snow flying in the sky, ascending to heaven and descending to the throne of Kun, all sentient beings are on the road together! 】

……

When I opened my eyes again, yellow flowers were piled all over the ground.

The air is crisp in autumn, the thatched cottage pond is filled with subtle fragrance, and it is peaceful.

In front of the long desk next to the pond, Xia Ming saw an old man sitting on the ground.

He has long beard and long hair, as white as snow, his eyes are like water, and his face is smiling.

He looked like a wise elder.

The moment he saw Xia Ming, the old man slowly waved to Xia Ming.

"Xiao Sanqi, come here quickly. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Hearing the word "master", Xia Ming's soul was shaken.

Master!

The master of Liansheng Thirty-Seven!

Soul Taoist!

This old man is a soul Taoist!

When Xia Ming was shocked, his body began to move towards the Soul Taoist uncontrollably.

After all, this is Liansheng Thirty-Seven’s memory.

After sitting down, Taoist Soul spoke.

"Xiao Sanqi, has your headache gotten better recently?"

"Reporting to Master, I always have headaches. I feel like I have lost a lot of things. It feels very uncomfortable."

Pushing a cup of fragrant tea in front of Xia Ming, Taoist Soul continued:

"Xiao Sanqi, you have lost too much memory. This is the disadvantage of reincarnation."

"Master...when will I become complete?"

Upon hearing this, Taoist Soul's eyes suddenly turned dark.

Looking at those eyes, Xia Ming felt that Taoist Soul was looking at him!

"Thirty-seven, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry."

"You will slowly remember everything, you will remember who you are, and you will know who I am."

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, come slowly."

"My teacher will help you."

"My thirty-seven."

"You just have to remember one thing."

"Master, I will definitely not harm you."

call--

Taking a deep breath, Xia Ming opened his eyes again.

Looking at the gradually dimming stolen bone in his hand, Xia Ming's eyes flickered.

He always felt that something was wrong with that Soul Taoist.

Those words didn’t seem to be meant for Liansheng Thirty-Seven.

It seemed like he was telling Xia Ming!

is it possible?

What exactly does Taoist Soul want to do?

While Xia Ming was deep in thought, there was another scene in the distance.

The far north.

Above the Northern Sea.

The sky roared, black clouds rolled, and purple light shone.

There seemed to be a terrifying presence on top of the dome, rolling down bit by bit.

The bitter sound of disintegration echoed throughout the Beiming sky.

And the thick black clouds are like ink droplets falling on the water.

Falling straight down, wantonly exaggerating.

……

I'm afraid things are going to change today. (End of chapter)