Chapter 687 Unusual Change

To deal with the ghost master, he asked himself that he had experience and methods.

In particular, the ghost master's plan to break open the imperial tomb is the best excuse to pull it off.

Xu Yi believed that the reason why the ghost master captured Yan Zi was probably to deal with it. In other words, Yan Zi was safe at least for the time being.

Thinking of this, he felt a little relieved.

Today, he is really exhausted and frantic. It seems that since he returned from the Void Temple, he has encountered various difficulties in succession.

Because of Xia Zimo's death, his mind was really disturbed, so that he, who had always been very resourceful, hadn't realized until now that his various problems had been vaguely linked together, forming a huge and overwhelming picture... The net is tightly wrapped around him.

Leaving the duck behind, Xu Yi went straight into the cave, ran into the training room on the lowest floor, sat down cross-legged, and silently recited the water-stopping formula in his heart, once, twice...

The tide-like mood gradually calmed down, and soon, he sorted out his priorities.

The first thing to do is to rescue Xia Zimo. Tomorrow, he will go to the hall and watch the situation. If there is any relaxation, he will invite the third prince to help him and get him out. If the situation is critical, he will have to act first up.

The second is to save Yan Zi, he thought over and over again, and decided that the ghost master was holding Yan Zi hostage, just to form a balance with himself, and to prepare a safety bolt for his imperial mausoleum plan. After clarifying this point, there is no need to worry too much about Yan Zi's safety for the time being.

Thirdly, the change at the Marquis of Anqing, this point, Xu Yi has been thinking about it for a long time, and he has already dispelled his knot. But because he planned to escape to Shenjing after finishing the previous two incidents, and not to have any more entanglements with the people here, whether Anqinghou is good or bad, and has any plans for him, he is too lazy to study carefully.

With a clear thought, he concentrated on planning how to solve tomorrow's crisis.

After thinking for a moment, I vaguely had a direction, nothing more than two points.

One is to strengthen oneself; the other is to seek the overall situation.

Speaking of self-improvement, now he has cultivated into the Gangsha of Fire, and he has four demon-transforming pills for backup. With all his strength, even the soul-sensing patriarch can't take him down.

But the situation he is about to face this time is extremely dangerous, not even under the one-faced crowd-sensing old monster in the Void Temple.

At that time, he still had the boundary card as bait, and he also had the stomachs of all the ancestors, so he had room to move around.

What is going to be done this time, once it is done, it will become an enemy of the whole world, and he will not be allowed to be careless, the stronger the strength, the better.

And strength is nothing more than divided into self-owned and external forces, self-owned strength, where can it break through overnight.

External forces may be relied on.

Immediately, he dug out the "Soul Separation Jue" and began to study it carefully.

What the old Cangtou said is all in small words and big meanings, with a few hundreds of words, covering everything, in the wine cup, there are stars and oceans.

With more than three hundred words, Xu Yi thought hard, studied carefully, spent nearly three hours, and recorded a manuscript with a length of more than 10,000 words before stopping to write.

After holding the self-recorded manuscript, reading through it several times, and revising a few or three places, I realized it seriously.

More than half an hour passed, and Xu Yi, who had been sitting still, suddenly got up, looked up to the sky and screamed, and bowed heavily in the direction of the Royal Library, praying secretly, "Old man, don't worry, the Royal Family of Dayue That piece of beautiful jade is definitely ruined."

This "Soul Separation Jue" is truly an unprecedented work, the whole grand theory shocks people's hearts, and it has never been seen before.

What surprised Xu Yi the most was that the old man's "Soul Separation Art" actually broke through the natural barrier between reality and fiction, just like a theory of theology.

Witnessing this unparalleled masterpiece with his own eyes, Xu Yi's six veins were all agitated, he bathed and changed his clothes, burned incense to calm his mind, and all his perceptions converged towards the Lingtai.

But in the vast and boundless void, a thick circular electric arc enveloped the top of the villain's head, and the villain with distinct facial features, round and round, slowly opened his eyes following Xu Yi's drive, muttering something, fat The pink and tender little hands formed into joints, pointed to the sky and the earth, suddenly, the little man showed pain, and a black energy separated from his body and dissipated in an instant.

At the same time, Xu Yi's body was sweating like rain, and there was no pain everywhere. Under the rush of Qi and blood, thick tendons were raised one after another. The tendons of ordinary people are imperceptible, but Qihai cultivators can at most condense the tendons , significantly on the skin.

Ordinary condensed liquid peak monks condense their tendons, and each tendon is as thick as a thin rope.

But Xu Yi's tendons, all condensed, were like bones standing upright, propping up the skin, and the whole clothes were instantly shredded into pieces. The thick tendons were like dead vines wrapped around a tree, tightly bound around his snow-white body. Physically.

As a wisp of black air separated from the villain's body and dissipated into the boundless altar, Xu Yi only felt a pain in his abdomen, followed by warmth.

He focused all his attention on that warm place, carefully controlled the direction of the warmth, slowly gathered at the Sanjiao point, and went straight to the Shaoshang point. Suddenly, a ray of coolness emerged from his thumb, and Xu Yi's eye sockets felt hot, and he immediately saw A wisp of black air stuck to his thumb, changing various shapes as he wished.

Then he slowly transported the black air, entered from Shaoshang acupoint, and walked towards the eight extraordinary meridians. Wherever he went, everything was as warm as water, as warm as the sun, and the whole body was comfortable.

If the soul-sensing patriarch was here and understood Xu Yi's current situation, he would be so shocked that his soul would leave his body.

Yin and soul are virtual, blood is real, how can the virtual and the real be compatible?

What's more, the ghost is the soul, the blood belongs to the soul, and the soul is not one, how can they merge together?

As everyone knows, Xu Yi broke the womb, and all his original physical attributes were destroyed, leaving only pure courage, attracted by his ghost, to complete the soul intercourse, completely fused into one, it is difficult to find such a soul intermingle like him in the world Like a person.

The greatness of the old Cangtou's wonderful method lies in breaking the boundary between the virtual and the real, the ghost and the blood.

He even told Xu Yi repeatedly that if he wanted to practice, he had to endure inhuman pain.

But he never expected that the senior who Xu Yi said so hard to break through the method of resentment was Xu Yi himself. What's even more wonderful was that Xu Yi also successfully broke the resentment, souls intermingled, and became one. .

In this way, Xu Yi's practice of this soul-dividing formula will naturally get twice the result with half the effort. Only at the part where the soul is divided, there will be severe pain.

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

Suddenly, the heat flowed to the eyes, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, and his eyesight suddenly became sharper. From his position, the distance to the foot of the mountain is more than 800 zhang. A person is at the foot of the mountain, smaller than an ant. It is absolutely difficult to see the pedestrians at the foot of the mountain clearly.

But when the heat flowed into his eyes, he could clearly see the pedestrian's eyebrows, even the pair of red embroidered shoes on the woman's golden lotus.

"Audacity to ask for a recommendation ticket, thank you all. "