There was another uproar in the square. Yan Ting's soul was activated for two quarters of an hour, but the final result was an outcome that no one could have imagined.
Yan Ting, activation failed again!
Yan Ting's whole face twitched slightly, and his whole body kept shaking. The breath in his chest finally turned into a heavy breath, his legs softened, and he half-knelt on the ground.
His gums collided frequently, and a burst of aura erupted from his whole body, directly scattering his hair. Unexpectedly, he failed in the end. He was full of joy, thinking that he could succeed this time, even if it was a first-level ordinary soul, but...
"Humph, it really failed. What a waste!"
"If you can't even activate your soul, what's the point of living in this world? It's better to die!"
"It is a disgrace to our Zhulu Academy that there is such a waste!"
Everyone insulted and ridiculed Yan Ting wantonly. For them, Yan Ting's existence only added to their fun. This has been the case since the third activation failed.
Yan Ting looked up at the sky, his eyes dull, as if he was the only one left in the world, and everything had turned into nothingness. And he, merged with the heaven and earth, was alone.
Although he thought that this might be the result, he still couldn't accept it. He failed thirty-five times and failed again. Unless this person was hopeless, he could not remain indifferent.
"It's better to get out of the academy as soon as possible. The academy doesn't accept waste." A young man in blue said.
"Don't say that, he feels bad too!" A girl in pink clothes explained to Yan Ting.
"Is it our fault? It's all his own fault..." The young man in blue's voice stopped abruptly. He accidentally saw Yan Ting's blood-red eyes staring at him, like a god of death.
He shuddered.
Yan Ting saw that the young man had closed his mouth, withdrew his gaze, and left the square in despair, alone. The only people who accompanied him were the breeze and the shadow.
…
In the inner courtyard of Zhulu Academy, in a beautiful attic, a fourteen-year-old woman leaned against the window sill, looking into the distance in a daze.
The woman is very beautiful, with black hair as smooth as silk and unintentionally hanging around, curved willow eyebrows, a pair of eyes like stars and bright moon, a delicate nose, slightly pink cheeks, and lips as delicate as dripping cherries, as beautiful as jade
The fat snowy skin is breathtaking. The woman is dressed in pink clothes, and her dignity reveals a sense of elegance and elegance. She is like an immortal in the sky and fell into the mortal world, but she retains her pure and sacred beauty.
The pink dress matches her world-famous face, without any flaws, like a natural jade, nourished by all things. Her lubricated little hands hold up her suffocatingly beautiful face, and her cherry lips are lightly opened, revealing the jade as bright as the bright moon.
Teeth. Even from a distance of three feet, you can smell the soul-stirring fragrance of her body. The fragrance seems to have a special magic power, pulling everyone's mind, making every man who sees her for the first time dare not
Take a second look.
With a creak, the door to the pavilion opened.
"Miss, I'm back."
A middle-aged man wearing a black robe came in. He bent down slightly and said to the woman.
As if she had woken up from a dream, the woman turned around and looked at the middle-aged man, her lips parted slightly and she asked, "How's it going? Is there any news?" Her voice was as soft as an oriole's, soft to the bone.
"None of the seven female disciples and ninety-three male disciples in the inner courtyard have any flowers tattooed on their left shoulders, but a few have animal tattoos."
The woman's beautiful eyes closed slightly, looking at the middle-aged man with disgust, and said displeasedly: "Uncle Yiguang, I want you to find a man with a flower on his left shoulder. You can also find a woman for me, and forget it."
Oh, and you still told me such a lot of nonsense."
The man smiled awkwardly, forgetting that the person was a man.
"Where is the outer courtyard?" the woman asked.
"Well, in the past few days, the outer courtyard has been activating souls in the square. Today, two mutated souls were activated." The man said calmly. For him, mutated souls were already very common.
"Oh? Two, not bad." The woman replied casually, obviously not interested in any of this.
"By the way, there is another thing that is very strange. Just now, there was a young man in white who actually spent two quarters of an hour activating his soul, but failed in the end. I heard that he had activated it thirty-six times in the past three years, without fail.
Once successful, the inspecting elders initially judged that he should have no soul."
"Impossible!" The woman interrupted him directly, "If there is no soul, he will not be able to persist in the magic circle for ten breaths. He will be directly rejected by the magic circle."
"This is also what I am puzzled by. When the young man activated his soul, the ravines on the soul stone pillars of the magic circle switched back and forth between five colors. The same goes for the soul crystal ball, which can cause chaos in the magic circle.
Definitely not an ordinary person." The middle-aged man said.
The woman smiled slightly and said mischievously: "It's such a thing. I think we can go to the outer courtyard to see that person. Maybe it's him!"
"No, the alliance leader has said that you should go home as soon as possible. Regarding that boy, the alliance leader will solve it."
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When the man heard that the woman was going to the outer courtyard, he immediately dissuaded her.
"I won't go home. Dad is procrastinating in doing things. He still has a lot of things to deal with in the Imperial Alliance. Even if I wait until I am twenty, I may not be able to find him. I am sure that he must be in the three empires.
Within the territory of Xia Tian Xue Ying, I have searched all over, and now only Zhulu Academy and Fengxuan Empire are left. If Zhulu Academy is not there, then it must be in Fengxuan Empire." The woman said excitedly.
"Are you so sure?" the middle-aged man asked.
"Do you have any objections?" The woman stopped smiling and looked at the middle-aged man.
"Haha, I can't express my opinions. I still want to live a few more years." The man muttered in a low voice, but his head slowly shook.
"It's fine if you don't have it. That's fine. You go and tell the old man that I'm going to the outer courtyard. Just protect me secretly." The woman chuckled lightly, jumped out of the window, and saw a pink figure in the building.
It flew up and down so fast that you could almost only see its shadow, not its true form.
"The person who can make the eldest lady miss you for five years, this guy is not an easy guy!" The man smiled and his body gradually disappeared.
…
At night, the lights in Zhulu Academy were still bright, and the disciples were chatting in small groups in a languid manner. Most of the topics they talked about were related to Yuanhun.
The academy will not restrict disciples. Disciples can move freely in the academy, and no one will care about you even late at night. However, it should be noted that the geographical location of the academy is extremely special. It is surrounded by extremely dangerous places on three sides and is surrounded by monsters.
If it is beyond the control of the college, then you will be lucky.
"Mine is a fourth-level ordinary sword Yuanhun. What about yours?"
"Mine is a third-level ordinary tiger soul."
"I'm stronger than you all. Mine is a first-level rare soul, the Blue Snake Soul."
Many people are talking about Yuanhun. When they talk about Ling Changfeng and Gu Feiyan, their eyes are filled with heat. Why am I not the one who activates the mutated Yuanhun?
Currently, only these two people in the outer courtyard have activated the mutated soul. The ranking in the outer courtyard is achieved by oneself. It has nothing to do with the soul. It has to rely on one's own strength. Yan Ting is ranked fifth in the outer courtyard.
That is to say, only four people can compete with him. Except for Ling Changfeng and Yan Ting, the top ten in the outer courtyard seem to have followed the elders to go out for training. They were accepted as apprentices by some elders, and the elders will naturally not indulge them in their comfort.
Enjoy your time at the college.
Even though it is only the Outer Court, it is impossible to cultivate them like flowers in a greenhouse. After all, the hundred people in the Inner Court were all selected from the Outer Court, and the talents of individual people in the Inner Court may not be better than those in the Outer Court. Of course.
, this is also attributed to the talent problem of new students every year.
Although the Yuanhun is of little use to people at first, when they reach the Yuanluo realm, they can summon the Yuanhun to attack, or merge with the Yuanhun to increase their own strength. When they reach a certain level, they can also use the Yuanhun to attack.
Gather your own natal magic weapon. The natal magic weapon is connected to your bloodline, is extremely powerful, and will not be easily damaged.
One can imagine how important the soul is to people.
On the right side of Zhulu Academy, which is the World of Warcraft Forest, it is just at the border. It is surrounded by bamboo trees and deserted. Yan Ting sits cross-legged, with a powerful aura covering his whole body. He has been in the cultivation period for some time, and he needs
He calmed down his mood through practice. Now he is restless, his breath is disordered, and he may go crazy at any time.
Being distracted while practicing is a big no-no!
However, how could he settle down and practice well? Even a quiet environment could not calm his restless heart.
Today, he thought that God had opened his eyes and was going to pave a way for him to go on, but that road actually led to hell. Sometimes it was like this, what he expected was hope, and what he was greeted with was despair.
In the dark night, two dark pupils bloomed in the dark night, almost invisible. Yan Ting clasped his hands together, his aura gradually rising, the vitality of the world began to move, gathering in the palm of his hand, the wind and sand were flying within a few feet, and the leaves were flying in the wind.
There was a rustling sound in the air.
Quietly feeling everything happening around him, Yan Ting slowly stood up and moved his hands in the air. His body swayed with his hands, and his vitality followed his hands in the air like a dancing elf. Those things fell down.
The leaves, as his palms cut through the air, cut through the wind like sharp blades.
Suddenly, the turbid vitality in Yan Ting's hands turned black without any warning. Even the power represented by the vitality became the power of the devil at this moment. It gradually swallowed the vitality. The vitality was very resistant at first.
He wanted to counterattack the power of the devil, but found that the power of the devil was so much stronger than his own that he could not shake it.
Yan Ting's hands slowly merged, and the dark demonic energy grew infinitely in Yan Ting's palms. The demonic energy became more and more pure, completely swallowing up the vitality, and the strength also continued to rise, surpassing the power of the vitality in one fell swoop.
"Do whatever you want, follow the gods, follow the heart, follow the road, the road belongs to me, gather in the supreme realm, form nine days of killing, become the vast killing, the seven killing curses of the devil - breaking the killing curse, drink!"
Yan Ting shouted coldly, and the power of the devil wrapped around half of his right hand like a vine, and then moved toward the index and middle fingers of his right hand.
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Attached. The next moment, Yan Ting's right hand was thrown out like a sword finger.
The demonic energy was thrown out from the finger, turning into several black auroras and rushing around.
boom!
The ground within ten meters of Yan Ting was filled with deep pits. The aurora struck a big stone and shattered it into pieces. The surrounding trees were all annihilated under the impact of the black aurora.
Yan Ting gasped, his face tensed, and he closed his eyes tightly.
"It seems that my character is really messed up!" Yan Ting thought silently in his heart.
"The killing curse shouldn't have only this power!" A hoarse voice came from the void, but every word was very clear.
A man in black robes stood behind Yan Ting at some point. His hands were hidden under the black robes, and his face was covered with a piece of black cloth, so his appearance could not be seen clearly.
Yan Ting did not answer him, his resolute face showed desolation, and his whole person was completely decadent.
"Are you going to give up on yourself just because you can't activate your soul? Then how can you be worthy of these eight years of hard work? What I want to see is not your dejected look, but Yan Ting who is strong in times of trouble!" Hei
The man's voice was angry and deep.
Yan Ting frowned slightly, walked to the edge of a tree, and punched the trunk. The trunk of the tree was directly pierced. Yan Ting's arm moved, and the trunk was broken at the waist.
"It's been three years. This is the thirty-sixth time. Which time have I not gone with full of hope, and which time have I not returned with the burden of despair. I even hate myself. Why is this happening?" Yan Ting's expression
He was calm, but his voice was urgent, and his anger could be seen.
The man in black robe listened and was silent for a long time. He put his hand on Yan Ting's left shoulder and said in a hoarse voice: "It's not your fault. It's strange. I can only blame the injustice of fate. It gave you a talent, but took it away."
Lost your soul."
The man in black robe turned around and walked a few steps, looking up at the starry sky. All the surrounding trees were destroyed, and the bright moonlight could just be seen here.
"Actually, the Yuanhun is just a relatively important tool that people can use. If you cannot activate the Yuanhun, you will at most give up this tool. But, can people rely on this tool forever?" The man in black robe suddenly asked Yan Ting,
Yan Ting didn't know how to answer this question.
"You have to remember that the soul is a powerful tool for a person. People can use it to make themselves stronger, or they can abandon it and take another path. They can also succeed, but it takes longer, but this is
What does it matter? They are both successful and powerful, so why do we have to take that simple path? Why can't we temper ourselves on another path?"
"The person himself is the most important thing, and the soul may not be something that cannot be given up!"
The soul may not be impossible to give up!
These words entered Yan Ting's ears like thunder. If it were anyone else, he would just laugh it off. However, these words were spoken by his master. The master in front of him was so powerful that he could not imagine.
He said it himself.
"After more training, you may be stronger than those who have souls, because they rely on souls, but you rely on yourself!"
The words of the man in black robe completely awakened Yan Ting from despair. He finally understood that everything was illusion and only he was the most real.
The man in black robe looked at Yan Ting, and a smile broke out under the black cloth, and he suddenly said: "Break the killing curse!"
The three words passed into Yan Ting's ears like sharp swords, instantly boosting Yan Ting's confidence and strength. He completely threw away his depression, clasped his palms together, condensed the energy of heaven and earth between his palms, and waved with himself as the center.
The turbid vitality between the palms was pure and beautiful, like a flying elf. But the next moment, Yan Ting shouted loudly, and the vitality was instantly soaked in black, forming a mass of pitch-black black energy, filled with powerful magic power.
Yan Ting recited a spell in his mouth, and the black air continued to grow in Yan Ting's palms. Suddenly, Yan Ting made his hands like sword fingers and threw them behind him. The black air also followed the sword fingers and was sucked into the sword fingers.
middle.
"Break the killing curse!"
Yan Ting roared loudly, and pointed his two fingers wrapped in black energy forward to kill.
From Yan Ting's two fingers, two black magic aurora roared out and merged into one in mid-air, annihilating all the trees more than ten meters in front, leaving no grass growing, leaving a strip of water one meter wide, half a meter deep and ten meters long on the ground.
There were several meters of cracks. Where the aurora fell, there was a loud explosion. After the smoke cleared, there was a deep pit more than four meters in diameter and three meters deep.
The man in black robe looked at all this and said with satisfaction: "This is the power that the killing curse should have. With your cultivation, it is already very good to be able to cast the killing curse to such power!" The man in black robe
Although his voice was hoarse, he did not hide the joy in it.
What Yan Ting saw was ruins, and even he was a little shocked. The power he usually displayed seemed to be less than one-tenth.
"I understand, the essence of breaking the killing curse lies in breaking the curse, breaking and killing, breaking first and then killing. Only by concentrating your thoughts and concentrating your power on one point will the power be the strongest."