Devil Emperor's Mad Wife: Supreme Soul Master

Chapter 37
Mu Qingfeng's body was gradually covered by a thick black mist, and the spirit stone in her hand did not change at all from the beginning, until it began to shrink rapidly after a quarter of an hour, and the huge power was completely absorbed into Mu Qingfeng's body.

From grinning to surprise to astonishment to wide-eyed to ecstasy, Mr. Huang's expression on his face became the same as that of a colorful plate, but he couldn't restrain the almost crazy joy: "Monster, monster! This is simply a tailor-made control Soul master physique!"

Mu Qingfeng couldn't hear anything at the moment. From the moment she held the spirit stone, she felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable, and then opened the pores of her whole body to absorb the power of refining. It was as comfortable as taking a hot bath when she was extremely tired.

Huang Lao saw that Lingshi was quickly absorbed and wiped out by Mu Qingfeng, his mouth went to the sky, there was never a moment like this that made him happy.

"Hahahaha!" Elder Huang laughed, looking up at the vast sky, and raised his middle finger high, "Don't let me accept an apprentice, I will accept a genius! I have no pressure to step on you tens of thousands of years ago, my apprentice In the future, I will step on you until you dare not even let a fart go!"

Don't let him take in apprentices, and kill a soul master if he sees one, okay, okay!
This time, he will make a big gamble with those sanctimonious guys, to see whether the world in the future will belong to them or his little apprentice!

"Master?" After absorbing one spirit stone, Mu Qingfeng opened his eyes amid Huang Lao's big laugh, and saw Huang Lao's wanton and carefree smile, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

"Xiao Feng'er, you are such a treasure!" Huang Lao was pulled back to his senses by Mu Qingfeng's call, he grinned and laughed three times, hugged Mu Qingfeng and slapped on that tender little face Take a sip, "Genius, absolute genius, better than Lao Tzu's talent."

Mu Qingfeng pushed Huang Lao away, and wiped the saliva on his face in disgust: "Master, can you stop showing off the sentences you learned from Yama?"

"Where did he learn it?" Elder Huang curled his lips indifferently, and then touched Mu Qingfeng's head excitedly, "The cultivation of a soul master and the cultivation of spiritual power lead to the same goal, the only difference is the need for spiritual cultivation. It is the spiritual power of heaven and earth, the cleanest and purest power. However, the soul master cultivates the power of the most yin, which can only be cultivated every night, so the cultivation of the soul master is difficult and difficult."

"As a teacher, the talent of a soul control master is only average, and only the dantian can absorb the power of the yin. And you girl..." Huang Laogang grinned again, "You are actually absorbing the power of the yin through the pores of your whole body." It's just unimaginable."

Mu Qingfeng could feel a black power entrenched in the dantian, which would not interfere with the original milk-colored spiritual power. Each occupied one side, with both hands in front of him, one fingertip glowed with black light, and the other fingertips glowed with spiritual power. The black light is slightly weaker, but it does not lose its momentum.

"Tsk." Huang Lao shook his head and couldn't help wanting to laugh. All his life he hadn't been accepted as an apprentice because of those stupid guys, but now fate gave him such an apprentice with such a monstrous talent as a soul control master.

Sitting cross-legged in front of Mu Qingfeng, Huang Lao said slowly, "Qingfeng, the soul master cultivates the power of the most yin, but the most important thing is not for this."

Mu Qingfeng put his hands on his knees and looked at Huang Lao seriously.

"The power of the most yin is the first condition to communicate with hell, but the most important thing for a soul controller is spiritual power and soul power. Soul power needs to support spiritual power to communicate with hell evil spirits. Strong spiritual power can Directly suppress low-level evil spirits and directly summon them."

"But if you have comparable strength, you still need to use your mental power to pierce the mind of the evil spirits of hell and use them for you. If you encounter a powerful evil spirit, the lack of mental power may cause backlash. At least you will become an idiot, and at worst you will directly die."

"You don't need to worry about your soul power, even Hades can't do anything about it. But your current mental power is simply rubbish."

Mu Qingfeng directly filtered out Huang Lao's last words, raised his eyebrows and asked: "That is to say, the power of the most yin is only a medium, and the spiritual power is the key to determine the strength of summoning evil spirits?"

"That's right." Huang Lao nodded.

"Interesting." Mu Qingfeng lowered his eyes slightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Spiritual power can also suppress and fight against the evil spirits of hell."

Hearing Mu Qingfeng's muttering, Old Huang's mouth twitched, and he knocked on it with a thud: "There's something wrong, I was almost turned into an idiot when I first started practicing, don't let me be careless. Not to mention you, the horror of hell, even when you were a teacher at your peak, you dare not say that place is interesting."

Mr. Huang didn't seem to know what he was thinking of, he shivered with a little chill, and before Mu Qingfeng could speak, he said, "I sorted out the cultivation method and system of spiritual power for my teacher back then, you should understand it first."

After Huang Lao finished speaking, he put his palm on Mu Qingfeng's eyebrows, a flash of light flashed, Huang Lao let go of his hand, looked at Mu Qingfeng who was closed eyes and lost in thought, the corners of his mouth curled up, humming a little tune to tease the King of Hei.

The master leads the door, and the practice depends on the individual.

Huang Lao believed that Mu Qingfeng would not let him down.

Mu Qingfeng only felt a flash of light, and there was something more in her mind, a spiritual overhaul, she couldn't laugh or cry when she saw these four words, this name really belonged to Huang Lao's taste.

Mu Qingfeng read it carefully, the cultivation of spiritual power is fusion and condensing, fusion of essence and concentration of energy.

There is no shortcut to cultivating spiritual power, only hard work, which is divided into seven levels by Mr. Huang: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple.

Every time a level is promoted, the spiritual power will be transformed into the corresponding color. The lowest level of red-level soul power can summon the lowest level of evil spirits in hell, and its strength is equivalent to that of a human junior monk.

Mu Qingfeng probed his own spiritual power according to the method above, staring at the transparent and colorless spiritual power, choking speechlessly.

Mu Qingfeng put his hands on his knees, opened the pores, and the spiritual power began to flow rapidly to the dantian, and began to condense the spiritual power with mental power.

After three full hours passed, Mu Qingfeng's face turned pale, but the spiritual power in her dantian was condensed into a soul by her, and she was overjoyed, controlling the spiritual power and began to swallow the ball like a thick fog like soul.

After devouring it, Mu Qingfeng could feel that his mental strength had been significantly strengthened and increased, but...

Isn't this kind of training method of condensing and devouring spiritual power in one's own body too abnormal!
Huang Lao hummed a little tune, looked at the stars in the sky, took a mouthful of barbecue, and chewed vigorously, this girl unexpectedly succeeded in condensing once in just three hours.

Should he beat up this girl to relieve his unhappiness because he spent half a month for the first time?

Mu Qingfeng sat cross-legged on a piece of bluestone, her white dress was flowing, her whole body exuded a faint transparent luster, her brows were slightly wrinkled, and cold sweat oozes from her forehead.

(End of this chapter)