Then, Yang Di began to follow the soul refining method, using the wisps of essence and Yuanling to outline the shape of the soul.
That kind of movement is like knitting a sweater. The light in the air is bright, like fireflies gathering in the soul array. It is beautiful.
The two elders secretly smacked their lips. Their little master is really a man of great fortune. His cultivation talent is mediocre, but he has an amazing inheritance. He not only knows how to refine medicine, but also how to refine souls. In formations and talisman patterns,
In all aspects, they are all involved.
"I heard that something like the secondary soul can repair the things that are gradually passing away in the soul when a person is about to age and die. Combined with the life-extending medicine, it is the best way to extend life in the past. It seems that I want to use this way.
Study it carefully, seniors can come in handy if you need it in the future."
As he took action, Yang Di sighed again and again. The journey of cultivation was broad, profound, and all-encompassing. The deeper he went, the more he felt like looking up to the sky and lamenting his own insignificance.
"We are all very lucky that the young master has such a heart." The two elders looked happy, and that was the truth.
Everyone will grow old and die. If you don't become an immortal, no matter how strong you are, there will be a day when you will sit down and die. If you can't live forever, extending your life span is also very tempting.
If Yang Di has good attainments on this journey, it will be a great blessing for them.
As for now, twin souls or multiple souls are a way for those strong people in ancient times to pursue the road to becoming stronger, but one soul has little meaning for masters of their level, mainly because they missed the opportunity.
Because their own souls are already very powerful, like Qingzhong Lao Tao, they have even given birth to souls.
Including Yang Di himself, it was a bit late to refine a one-yuan auxiliary soul and inject it into the skull.
The one-yuan soul is more suitable for people at the bone refining level. At that time, it was the early stage of foundation building, and the one-yuan soul would not be much weaker than the original soul. The two could complement each other and grow.
But now, when one soul enters the body, it will only become an embellishment of the original soul and cannot grow unless the soul is high enough...
…
In Los Angeles, inside a church, the lights are still bright at this moment.
The dozen or so people headed by the black man were all here before, but at this moment, their eyes were all looking respectfully at an old man with yellow hair sitting on the ground above the church.
The old man was dressed as a priest, his skin was wrinkled, and he was as skinny as wood. He looked a little thin among the generally tall and sturdy Westerners.
But the old man's pair of pupils are like the stars in the sky, deep and vast, like a mirror in space, patrolling the sky.
Everyone, including the black man holding a broad sword, was somewhat difficult to approach, as if there was an invisible force that enveloped a terrifying field here.
Mental power!
That is a powerful spiritual force.
Obviously, the old man is a powerful Western spiritual mage. He works as an inconspicuous priest here on weekdays, but in fact, he hides himself deeply.
Soon after, the stars in the old man's eyes disappeared and returned to normal.
"Dear teacher, how is the situation?" The white-haired girl stepped forward respectfully and asked seriously.
This sexy girl is obviously a disciple of this old man. She was the one who led everyone here to ask her respected master to take action to find traces of some targets.
"Nothing was found within the five hundred kilometers range?" the old man whispered seriously.
"Could it be that the intelligence from above is wrong?" The white-haired girl looked at each other and exclaimed in surprise.
"Not necessarily, maybe the other party is a strong person, his ability is not weaker than mine, or maybe he has some way to hide himself and deceived my mental search."
The old priest shook his head. As powerful as he was, he would naturally not be conceited easily. There were indeed vague fluctuations in that area, but there was no specific movement.
"Where are those Hagel guys? Are they still within your search range, Master?"
The black man holding a broad sword lowered his head and asked solemnly. In the Western cultivation world, etiquette is very important, and the strong are the objects worthy of respect.
"They have already left. They probably knew that I would take action." The old man shook his head.
This made the group a little disappointed.
When leaving the church, the white-haired girl said depressedly: "I don't believe that there can be such a strong person as Teacher in the East."
"Master Mino's spiritual power has surpassed the sixth level of the Magister. I don't really believe that there is anyone stronger than him on this planet." The elf-like beautiful woman also nodded casually, also admiring the church.
The master there.
"Please believe that I have some high admiration for Master Minuo, but with all due respect, you are a bit short-sighted. The world is balanced. Different fields of cultivation can achieve the same height. In the words of the Orientals, different paths lead to the same destination. There is no point in talking about who is the same.
Who is more outstanding?"
The black man glanced at the two men and said seriously, he is a dark warrior, cold-blooded, persistent, and will always keep a clear mind.
"That's very well said. The ancient vampire emperor, a devil that even the angels of glory hated, once died on that land."
In the church, a very calm voice came out. Master Mino admired the black man's words. That is the attitude that a strong person should have. Blindness and arrogance will only make oneself stupid.
The white-haired girl and others turned around, bowed respectfully to the master, and accepted his teachings.
Walking out of the church, the white-haired girl asked their leader for instructions on what to do next.
"Stay in Los Angeles for a few days and wait for instructions from above. I'm really curious as to how that boy Harlan can be so sure that there are high-risk people from the East following that young man to illegally enter the country." The black man said coldly.
A group of people quickly disappeared into the night.
…
Yang Di went home early before dawn. He didn't want to act too strangely and arouse Mrs. Su's suspicion.
After sleeping for a while, when he came out for breakfast, Yang Di told Mrs. Su and the others that they would start treating Su Le in the afternoon, and the process might last two or three days.
"So long?" Mrs. Su was surprised. She had never heard of a treatment taking such a long time.
"Yeah." Yang Di nodded without saying much.
Now that we have reached this point, we can only rely on the results to speak for ourselves. Before this, nothing can happen.
Mrs. Su hesitated to speak. To be honest, this made her very worried, but she had no reason to refuse treatment. Moreover, it could be seen that the young man seemed unwilling to explain too much about the treatment process to her.
She felt that this should be due to the partiality of the field and the difficulty in communication between the two parties. Mrs. Su was not petty about this. It was normal for a capable person to have a strange temper.
Then, Mrs. Su thought of something and asked cautiously: "What about Yang Di, what should you and Leer do with water and food during such a long treatment time?"