Yang Di nodded and said: "Although this method is very rare and requires extremely high strength, these monsters may really have this method, and don't forget, this is a group of death spirits that have existed since ancient times.
, their ability to control souls is definitely far better than ordinary monks!"
"Is there really no other way?"
Yang Di forced out a smile and comforted: "You should believe me!"
In a place like this, even sound transmission may not be safe, so there are some things that Yang Di dare not explain too clearly.
But Xuelin and the others could feel his confident eyes. Susu might not understand why, but Xuelin and the others believed it, because every time someone showed such a look, there must be a solution.
"Then be careful. If you are killed, we will bury you with you!" Xuelin said with red eyes.
Yang Di shook his head and smiled: "In that case, you should leave alive, and when you are stronger, come back to help me avenge you!"
The atmosphere in the room was a little sad, but in another place on the ship, it was gloomy. A group of undead, led by the beautiful female corpse Mengzhen, were guarding a huge crystal ball.
There was clear light and shadow in that crystal ball, and all the details in Yang Di's six-person residence were reflected in it.
Although Yang Di and the others were communicating in the language of this era, they still could not hide it from the female corpse Mengzhen, who was also learning the language of this era these days.
I am afraid that all the monks who were coerced into boarding the ship never thought of this.
"Jie Jie! Sure enough, you still gave in? You still want to seek revenge from us. You are simply desperate!" Hearing that Yang Di and the others had compromised, Qing Meng smiled proudly and sneered at Yang Di's remarks about revenge.
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The beautiful female corpse glanced at it and said coldly: "Don't be complacent yet. Once we're done, it will be our turn to be controlled by that little thief!"
"Why?" Yinshi Qingmeng was puzzled.
"Do you think you are still alive? It is difficult for a dead person to gather a soul imprint once. Do you want to do it a second time?" the beautiful female corpse said coldly.
Qing Meng and a group of undead suddenly realized that after handing over the inheritance to the young man, they would no longer be able to look for new candidates.
At that time, if that kid loses his temper and wants to fight with them, they will inevitably turn against him.
"Then why not kill him now and transfer the human soul with good qualifications to another living person who is willing to obey?" Qing Meng said coldly, advocating giving up the kid and choosing someone else.
The beautiful female corpse shook her head and said: "There are certain risks in doing this, and among the living people captured, no one is more suitable to inherit the inheritance of the three of you than that little thief. It's better not to cause trouble."
Before Yang Di came forward, these undead souls had already come to the door. Under the control of the beautiful one-faced female corpse, the undead ones such as Yin Zhi Qingmeng did not laugh at Yang Di, but the teasing in their eyes was hard to find.
cover up.
Yang Di reacted calmly, and said seriously: "I hope you won't try to abuse me and my friends, otherwise we will have no choice but to die to express our will!"
"No!" The beautiful one-faced female corpse smiled calmly: "Not only will I not abuse you, but I will also guarantee that you will have a certain status on this ship in the future. You can tell me directly if you have any reasonable requests."
Yang Di was surprised. He guessed right. The other party just wanted to use him, not humiliate or bully him. After he accepted the conditions, the other party's attitude immediately softened a lot.
Of course, Yang Di really doesn't care about the so-called "status". Damn it, a living person is willing to stay in a place where ghosts gather and dominate. Even if he is allowed to serve as the leader here, Yang Di will not be happy.
To the surprise of a group of undead, Yang Di readily handed over the soul mark on the spot after successful negotiation.
The beautiful one-faced female corpse got the glowing magical mark, and her voluptuous face was a little surprised. The little thief seemed to have changed into a different person in the blink of an eye.
However, after careful investigation, she determined that this was the soul mark of the other party. They were both undead and were most sensitive to this kind of thing, so there was no mistaking it.
Moreover, this little thief is so cheerful, probably because he is worried that they will take it forcibly. In that case, the memory in this person's sea of consciousness and all the secrets on his body will be completely exposed. From this point of view, this little thief is quite shrewd.
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The beautiful one-faced female corpse hesitated for a moment, but in the end she did not force herself to explore Yang Di's sea of consciousness, because as she had said in the secret room before, after the alchemy inheritance was handed over to the other party, it would be their turn to be controlled by this little thief.
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From a human perspective, if you want long-term cooperation in the future, you have to give this guy some human rights. Otherwise, he will take risks out of anger, and it will not be good for him to look at each other.
"Sure enough, you have some talent in this area, and you can condense it into a soul imprint in such a short time." The female zombie Mansha chuckled, somewhat amazed at the strength of Yang Di's innate soul power.
This kind of thing has little to do with cultivation. Only if the soul power is deep enough, can a mark that can leave the body be imprinted in a short period of time.
Yang Di put aside her displeasure about this matter and said with a smile: "How about you compared to zombie sister?"
"Compared to me?" The female zombie Mansha was startled, then raised the corner of her mouth, and said somewhat proudly: "Then you are too far behind. My lady's innate soul power can move objects through the air when she is a child.
When you were this age, your pure soul power was enough to kill someone, but you are far worse now than you were when I was a kid!"
Yang Di's face was dark, he was severely beaten, and he was asking for trouble.
He had long known that this female zombie had extraordinary talent in refining medicine during her lifetime, but he did not expect her to be so evil.
It is true that even the current Yang Di cannot move objects over long distances with pure soul power. As for killing people with pure soul power, that is even more impossible.
Although he has the foundation to become an alchemist, he is not a genius alchemist. However, these undead warlocks in front of him are geniuses from ancient times, so they are naturally far apart.
"You don't have to be discouraged, brat. When this woman was alive, she should have had the evil talent of a supreme human soul. This kind of soul qualification was extremely rare even in ancient times." Yi Qilun comforted her through the voice in the sea of consciousness.
Yang Di's eyelids trembled, and he was secretly envious. As his attainments in alchemy increased, he increasingly realized the key position of soul power in alchemy.
Secretly thinking, Yang Di probed in a low voice: "Then Sister Mansha must have practiced soul cultivation before her death, right?"
Yes, Yang Di is very optimistic. Now that things have come to this, he has begun to think on the bright side. Since the status quo cannot be changed for the time being, he might as well take the opportunity to get as much benefit from it as possible. Anyway, the other party is only using himself, so why not also use the other party?
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If we can obtain soul cultivation here and escape safely in the future, this disaster will be considered a blessing in the sky.
But unfortunately, Yang Di's wish was very good, but the reality was not so fulfilling.
After Yang Di mentioned the soul cultivation method, the three undead alchemists all stared at him with questioning eyes. Where did this kid come from, and he actually knew about the existence of the soul cultivation method.
Even in ancient times, not many monks knew about that mysterious method.
Yang Di secretly thought that something was not right. His impatience was exposed just now, but Yang Di was quite clever. He hurriedly laughed and justified himself and said: "If Sister Mansha can teach me how to practice the soul, I will definitely repay you with my soul in the future. Maybe
I can reverse the yin and yang for you and bring you back to life!"
Hearing these words, not only the group of undead were stunned, but even Xuelin and the others almost burst out laughing.
This guy is pretending too much, what is "proving the Tao with the soul", there is no such thing in the field of cultivation, he is so blind, he clearly wants to use this to cover up the mistake just now...
Sure enough, after hearing Yang Di's silly and innocent words, the one-faced female corpse and the undead present all looked like country bumpkins.
The female zombie Mansha couldn't help laughing and teased: "There is no way in the world to use the soul to prove the Tao. Cultivating the soul can indeed improve your strength, but if you want to prove the Tao, you still need the body and soul to be perfect and transcendent to ascend!"
"Mansha, why are you following the little thief and saying this? Not to mention ants like him, even the top experts of this era probably only have a partial understanding of the Tao, just like a group of frogs in the well!" Yin Zhi Qingmeng couldn't help it.
He snorted coldly, his dark and blood-red eyes filled with disdain for Yang Di's words just now. At the same time, he also demoted the monks of this era to be worthless.
Yang Di pretended to be angry and ignored the monster, but he felt relieved.
Obviously, after such nonsense, the mistake he just made was corrected. In the eyes of a group of powerful undead people in the past, he only knew a little bit, and what he knew was simply a fantasy he heard from nowhere.
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The female zombie Mansha glanced at him and said with a smile: "The soul cultivation method is difficult to find in the world. In our time, there were many alchemists, but there were only a few soul cultivation methods circulated in the world, and they were all controlled by the top universities.
In the hands of He Guguo, if I had not participated in this war that day and chosen to go to Shenhuang Sect to worship Xianyi Medicine Saint as my teacher, I might have been able to obtain the inheritance of soul cultivation."
When the female zombie recalled these things, the faces of Qingmeng and Shitou, the big-headed ghost, looked a little unnatural.
The three of them belong to the same era, and they knew each other in the past. For a long time, they had conflicts of temperament, often competing with each other and not being convinced by each other.
But later, Mansha, the youngest of the three, gained the favor of the Medicine Saint of the Shenhuang Sect and was granted permission to become a disciple.
The Shenhuang Sect was a giant in the world of cultivation at that time, rivaling the Ancient Kingdom, and the Xianyi Medicine Sage was a very famous being at that time, even the Ancient Emperor was a bit polite to him.
In comparison, the two of them were at a disadvantage in this regard. They had always been obsessed with each other in the past, and it was not until all three of them were killed in this war that they gradually let go of their obsession.
Endless years have passed, and now that old matters are brought up again, it is inevitable that the two necromancers will have some grudges.