When dealing with the ghost master, he asked himself that he had experience and solutions.

Especially the Ghost Lord’s plan to break the imperial tomb is the best handle for a moment.

Xu Yi believed that the ghost master arrested Yan Zi, mostly to deal with this handle. In other words, Yan Zi is at least safe for the time being.

When the thought came to this point, he felt a little relieved.

Now he is so tired that he seems to have encountered various discomforts since he returned from the Void Temple.

Because of Xia Zimo's sorrow, he was really confused. He, who had always been very smart, still did not realize that his various discomforts had been vaguely connected, forming a huge net that was coming from the sky and entangled tightly towards him.

Leaving the duck, Xu Yi went straight into the cave, rushed into the lowest level of the refining room, sat cross-legged, silently recited the water-shuttering technique in his heart, once, twice...

Ruchao's mood gradually calmed down, and soon, he sorted out priorities.

The first thing to do is to save Xia Zimo, go to the palace tomorrow, and observe the scenery. If there is any ease, he will lead the third prince to help and get the person out. If the situation is critical and the truth is coming, he will have to start first.

The second is to save Yan Zi. He thought about it again and again, and decided that the ghost master was holding Yan Zi hostage, and was preparing the next safety plug for his grand plan to make a balance between him and to find out this point. Don’t worry too much about Yan Zi’s safety for the time being.

Third, the change in Anqing Hou was changed. Xu Yi had already eliminated the knot in his heart after he had been calculating for a long time. However, after he had planned to break the first two things, he would escape from Shenjing and never get involved with the people here again. Whether Anqing Hou was good or bad, he was too lazy to find out what he had to do with him.

When his thoughts were clear, he focused on how to solve the crisis tomorrow.

After thinking for a moment, I faintly found a direction, but only two points.

First, strengthen yourself; second, plan the overall situation.

When it comes to strengthening himself, he has now cultivated into the Gangsha of Fire, and has four demon-transforming pills to use. He can do it with all his strength, and even the Soul-Surfing Ancestor cannot take him.

But the situation I am about to face this time is extremely dangerous, and it is not even under the influence of the soul-stricken monsters alone in the Void Temple.

At that time, he still had the boundary cards as bait, and the ancestors had their own stomachs, so he had room to move around.

Once you do what you want to do this, it will become a situation where everyone in the world will be enemies. He will not be careless at all, and the stronger his strength, the better.

Strength is nothing more than divided into self-owned and external forces. If you have your own strength, you can break through overnight.

External forces may be relied upon.

At this moment, he found the book "The Soul-Separation Art" and studied it carefully.

The old Cangtou said all of them were subtle words, with only a few hundred words, all inclusive, and the stars and seas were hidden in the wine cup.

After more than 300 words, Xu Yi thought hard and studied it carefully. It took nearly three hours to record a manuscript worth more than 10,000 words, and then he stopped writing.

After reading the manuscript I read it through and revised it briefly for two or three points, I realized it carefully.

More than half an hour passed. Xu Yi, who had been sitting still, stood up suddenly, roared to the sky, bowed heavily to the direction where the Royal Library was located, and prayed secretly, "Old man, don't worry, the beautiful jade of the Dayue royal family has been ruined."

This article "The Soul-Separation Art" is indeed a work that is unprecedented and unprecedented. The whole article is shocking and shocking and has never been seen by previous generations.

What surprised Xu Yi the most was that Lao Cangtou's "Soul Separation Art" broke through the natural barrier between virtual and real, just like a theology.

Seeing this extraordinary work with your own eyes, Xu Yi's six meridians were boiling, bathing, changing clothes, burning incense and calming his mind, and all his perceptions gathered towards the spiritual platform.

But in the vast and boundless void, a thick round arc covered the head of the ghost little man. The ghost little man with clear and round facial features slowly opened his eyes with Xu Yi's drive, muttering words, and his little hands were fat and plump, pointing to the sky and the earth. Suddenly, the villain showed a look of pain on his face, and a black air split out from his body and dissipated instantly.

At the same time, Xu Yi was sweating like rain, and he felt pain everywhere. As the qi and blood flowed, the thick tendons and meridians rose one after another. Ordinary people's tendons and meridians were subtle and unaware. The Qihai monks could at most condense the tendons and meridians and showed them on their skin.

The peak monk of ordinary condensation liquid condenses tendons and meridians, and the tendons and meridians are as thick as thin ropes.

Xu Yi's tendons condensed, but they were like bones standing up, supporting the skin. The whole dress was instantly stretched into pieces. Thick tendons were like dead vines wrapped around a tree, tightly tied to his snow-white body.

As a ray of black air splits out from the little man's body and dissipates into the boundless spiritual platform, Xu Yi only feels a pain in his abdomen and then warms up.

He was fully focused on the warmth, carefully controlling the direction of the warmth, slowly gathering at the Sanjiao point and entering the Shaoshang point. Suddenly, a coolness came out of his thumb, and when Xu Yi's eye sockets heated, he immediately saw a wisp of black air stuck to his thumb, changing various shapes as he wanted.

Then he slowly carried the black gas, entered the Shaoshang acupoint, and walked towards the eight extraordinary meridians. Wherever he went, he was as warm as water, as warm as the sun, and his whole body was comfortable.

If the soul ancestor is here, he will understand Xu Yi’s current situation and must be shocked to leave his body.

The ghost is weak, and the bloodline is solid. How can the deficiency be compatible?

What's more, the ghost is the soul, and the bloodline belongs to the soul. If the soul is not integrated, how can it be integrated?

Little did he know that Xu Yi broke through the fetus of resentment, and his original physical attributes were all destroyed, leaving only pure courage, which was triggered by his ghost, completed the intercourse between souls and souls, and was completely integrated and perfect. It was difficult to find a person like him who was as united as the souls and souls.

The greatness of Lao Cangtou's wonderful method is that it breaks the boundary between the yin soul and the bloodline.

He even repeatedly told Xu Yi that if he wanted to try, he had to endure the severe pain of inhumanity.

But he never expected that Xu Yi's predecessor who had suffered from Xu Yi's pain in his mouth to break the resentment of the fetus was Xu Yi himself. What's even more wonderful is that Xu Yi successfully broke the resentment of the fetus, and his soul and soul were in harmony and perfect.

In this way, Xu Yi will naturally achieve twice the result with half the effort when practicing this soul-dividing technique. Only at the place where the soul-dividing is divided, there will be severe pain. When the ghost is connected to the bloodline, there will be only harmony and warmth, and there will be no pain.

Xu Yi was like a child who had a very interesting toy, controlling a wisp of ghost in the blood vessels and wandering leisurely, feeling the wonderful harmony and warmth.

Suddenly, the heat flowed into my eyes. The scenery in front of me suddenly changed, and my eyesight suddenly became sharp. From here, it was more than 800 feet to the foot of the mountain. People were at the foot of the mountain, smaller than ants. Xu Yi's eyesight was hard to see the pedestrians at the foot of the mountain.

But as the heat flow poured into his eyes, he could clearly see the eyebrows and eyes of the pedestrians, and even the pair of red embroidered shoes on the woman's golden lotus.
Chapter completed!