() "The summary is very reasonable, but it's a pity that the Taoist cultivation method is not suitable for you. Anyway, I will teach you "The Lost Slips of Enchantment". How much you can understand depends on your own luck. But this method is not the method of spiritual training.

The magic formula is... borrowed. You must not show it to others, otherwise it will lead to death. I will not be responsible for it, let alone say that I gave it to you."

"Oh, I understand, kid. I understand very well. If you don't understand, you must understand now."

Song Lian smiled slyly and winked.

Something doesn't sound right at first glance. Maybe he voluntarily entered Xiao's house to avoid so-and-so.

Three green bamboo slips, each about a palm wide and about a foot long, were suspended in the air. There was an inexplicable aura, desert and desolate, and an overbearing disregard for the common people. The pressure made Song Lian unable to breathe, and his red-phoenix eyes turned into leopard eyes.

, couldn't say a word.

"Hey, do you regret it?"

Swallowing a breath with difficulty, Song Lian said firmly: "No. If I don't go to hell, who will?"

The Dream Thief Tianzun stopped talking nonsense and said directly: "To view this technique, you must first practice it. There are three methods, one is divine consciousness, the other is blood sacrifice, and the third is soul sacrifice. The method of blood sacrifice still requires divine consciousness, but this soul sacrifice is the only one.

, may be suitable for you, but once you undergo the soul sacrifice, you will not be able to practice other mysterious skills, and the same is true for magic weapons. Anyway, you can only practice with demons, so it doesn’t matter. The so-called infatuation means feeding the soul with gods, using the soul as consciousness, and practicing at the beginning.

, the pain is estimated to be a hundred times that of ordinary people. Are you ready?"

"This...that...is simply...tmd"

Song Lian had the urge to slap him in the face. A fragment of the scroll was nothing more than three bamboo slips. It had no sound, not to mention the pain, and it was still for life. There was no clause to terminate the contract. The consequences of breach of contract... were unimaginable.

To repair or not to repair?

In the past, I would have definitely not cultivated anything. Now that I am ready to "cultivate a mixture of things", I have no choice.

Of course, test it out first.

"Master, I can endure the pain. It is said that only by enduring hardship can one become a master. However, this technique is just a fragment. In the future, I will not be able to practice other magical techniques. Will there be any sequelae? Apart from these three fragments, can I

Is there a follow-up?

Although, boy, I am afraid that I will only be able to practice demon cultivation in this life, but it may create miracles. The master said that we will create a new era, so the master will be the spokesperson of the new era."

"You are quite ambitious. It's okay to tell you. It is said that there are still three fragments of this fragment, but I don't know where it is. As for the sequelae, I don't know. Those who have used their spiritual consciousness to view this fragment are all powerful, but no one dares to

You can practice at your own discretion."

It turns out that I was used as a guinea pig.

But the current situation - fight hard.

The method of soul sacrifice is a desperate move and the most dangerous one. Even the immortals dare not use it easily, but Song Lian has no choice.

Next, the Dream Thief Tianzun asked Song Lian to sit quietly and began to teach the soul sacrifice technique. After Song Lian memorized it by heart, the experiment that no one dared to practice began——

Taking a deep breath, Song Lian silently ran the exercises in his heart, and thought - fire!

A flame appeared between his eyebrows. He raised his hand and used a sword finger to draw it out from between his eyebrows. Along with it, a breath of soul touched the bamboo slip in the air.

Dream Thief Tianzun has a serious look on his face, even more nervous than Song Lian. What even the most powerful people on the mainland dare not do will be revealed immediately.

Soul fire streaked through the air, success or failure depended on this.

As soon as my fingers touched the bamboo slips,...

There was a sound of a jade hand brushing the guzheng, and there was a violent vibration among the three bamboo slips, as if it was trying to break free from some kind of restraint. The inconspicuous soul fire also swayed, as if it would die out at any moment.

efficient!

He immediately concentrated his mind, pointed his fingers again, and another flame touched the center of his eyebrows and fell on the struggling bamboo slip.

No, come again... come again... come again...

I don’t know how many times I started the fire, but suddenly, as if it was troublesome, the flame flew straight out from the center of my eyebrows and landed on the struggling and screaming bamboo slips.

Suddenly, Song Lian's face turned as white as paper, and his whole body was shaking and sweating profusely.

As the soul fire was being drawn continuously, the mechanical movements gradually became numb, leaving only conscious activity. Therefore, the fingers were not as fast as the consciousness, and the fire left by itself first. Then, it became a clatter out of control, and the soul fire flew by like running water.

Unprecedented pressure and fear came suddenly.

At this moment, "Disciple, persist, otherwise all your efforts will be wasted." The words of Dream Thief Tianzun rang in his ears.

This is the first time that the Dream Thief calls Song Lian his disciple, which undoubtedly gives Song Lian a shot in the arm.

Buzz….

At a certain moment, the screwdriver of the gambling weapon appeared, and at this moment, the soul fire surrounded the bamboo slip. The bamboo slip trembled violently, made a sound, and suddenly disappeared, and even the soul fire was withdrawn into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Dream Thief Tianzun was shocked. It seemed that the soul sacrifice in the records was not like this.

Sacrifice means killing animals and putting them on the table as sacrifices to honor the gods.

According to Dream Thief Tianzun's calculation, Song Lian consumed the most soul fire. The whole design was to use soul fire as a sacrifice to replace the real soul. The result was unexpected. It turned out that the most important thing was to make an oath and make a bet with heaven and earth.

He thought that Song Lian's last appearance to bet on the Ring Magic Artifact was a bet between heaven and earth. Since there was no one to bet against, the only explanation for the appearance of the Ring Magic Artifact was that he was betting against Heaven and Earth. But this was completely different from the soul sacrifice, and he didn't know whether it would work or not.

Just when I was about to ask carefully, I suddenly heard a sigh.

Song Lian closed his eyes, sat upright like a mountain, and showed a slight smile. The gambling ring magic weapon appeared and disappeared, seeming to be constantly changing, and he could faintly catch the shadow of the bamboo slips in the passing green.

Time slips away quietly.

After almost half an hour, Song Lian calmed down and slowly opened his red phoenix eyes: "Master, it's done!" There was joy and gratitude in his voice. This master's voice really came from his heart.

"What, what, what's the result, what's the result?" Dream Thief Tianzun was also extremely excited.

"I can't understand, it seems like it has become my body."

"Then continue, unexpected, unexpected, hahaha, this is the result. Wonderful, I really want to see Dong Xiaozi's bitter face at this moment, hahaha..."

Song Lian was full of confidence and began to soul-sacrifice the second bamboo slip.

Two hours later, Song Lian, who was sitting upright, had a strong aura, a domineering aura that was indifferent to the common people. It was richer than the aura revealed by the three simple bamboo slips.

There were no gambling rings in the past, but now there are.

The three bamboo slips shrank in size and continued to rotate around the screwdriver, forming an existence similar to a gambling ring.

Dream Thief Tianzun was shocked. He would definitely get into trouble in the future, and it was uncomfortable to look at him now. He thought about it and came up with a secret. He first taught Song Lian how to control his breath and circulate his spiritual consciousness.

This is the master's unique skill in stealing dreams, but he didn't tell Song Lian.

After Song Lian calmed down his aura and returned to an ordinary mortal, Dream Thief Tianzun asked: "I understand."

"No, I've read it all, and it immediately came to my mind. It's easier to use than a copy machine, but I don't understand it. I'm just thinking of asking a teacher."

"What a copy machine, weird talk. Now listen to the old man's explanation, the core of "The Lost Slips" is to feed the soul with God, and use the soul as consciousness, saying: 'Feed the soul with God, God will not exist, and the world will be opened after returning to heaven...'

In layman's terms, it is to turn oneself into an unconscious state, without soul consciousness, and return to a state of chaos and ignorance. This step is very dangerous. People with insufficient willpower will not be able to pass the test, and may even become fools forever..."

After listening to the Dream Thief Tianzun's explanation, Song Lian raised his throat in one breath, and a sentence suddenly popped up in his mind: You must first commit suicide in order to practice this skill. If this is not a sunflower manual, let me test, what if you become a fool?

But fortunately, the Dream Thief Tianzun continued: "You have a substitute who can replace your own soul consciousness with the Kunlun boy's soul, because you all live in the same sea of ​​consciousness. If necessary, the old man will naturally take action, come."

"Then the following formula is to split the soul. People have three souls and seven souls. I don't know which soul I want to split. I don't know how to distinguish. If there is a problem with the split, this... that..., will the soul be scattered?

Superborn."

"I have never practiced cultivation, so I don't know if it is possible, but it seems feasible. According to my understanding, it is similar to killing one's emotions and entering Taoism. Putting them to death and rebirth. As for which soul is split, you can decide for yourself. I can't help.

. In short, no one can take your place at this stage, and the pain is probably unbearable. Come on, believe in yourself, you are a monster anyway."

The words behind the Dream Thief made Song Lian tremble.

"Are the soul-feeding and soul-dividing processes performed at the same time?"

"This old man doesn't understand, but there are always steps in the process. You can figure it out."

Sweat... waterfall of sweat.

Having reached this point, Song Lian also thought about it, took a deep breath, come on!

Feed the soul with God!

Chant the chant and hunt down the Kunlun youth.

The young man huddled up realized the danger and ran for his life.

Dream Thief Tianzun was also looking forward to the results of the training. His spiritual consciousness carefully penetrated into the sea of ​​​​consciousness and drove San Duo'er away, allowing Song Lian to succeed very easily.

While feeding the soul, Song Lian suddenly made a small change and retained Sanduoer's memory.

Because there are demon cultivating skills in it, it can be kept useful in case of failure in martial arts. It will be lost in the corner of his own memory just like the memory of dealing with Tao's retardation. The reason why he can avoid being retarded by Tao Tao is also by using this trick.

All in one go, the soul is divided!

Ouch…ah….

The broken sword magic technique was turned around, and the screams shook the earth and the earth.

The Dream Thief simply closed his six senses and drove Song Lian out of the dream realm. With a plop, Song Lian fell to the ground, rolling endlessly, and the sound of wailing echoed...

Whether it is life or death, it all depends on fate.

Whether he is in despair or whether he is climbing to the peak and enjoying the scenery, no one can help him.

Time flies, three days pass in the blink of an eye.
To be continued...