The art of soul grafting is a forbidden art of the diviner lineage.
The fortune teller uses his own unique method to blend the essence and blood of living people into the clay figurine, and then uses the resentment of the clay figurine during his lifetime to create a soul-sharing relationship with his enemy.
In this way, the clay figurine can not only rely on the enemy's methods, but also graft all the damage it has suffered to its enemy, thus achieving the dual purpose of framing the blame and diverting the damage.
Of course, if it were just that, the art of soul grafting would not be enough to rank among the forbidden arts.
What's really scary about it is that, as Song Qingyuan said, this kind of grafting also has the ability to be transferred.
Whoever kills the clay man will become the one who takes the damage from the clay man, and then transfer all the hatred to the killer. In this way, the killer will fall into the dilemma of beating himself.
This forbidden technique will not disappear until you kill yourself.
Therefore, in ancient times, this kind of almost unblockable spell was the diviner's life-saving trump card, and it was also an important reason why no one was willing to risk his life against a diviner unless he had to.
Unexpectedly, Xiong Feihu actually mastered this forbidden technique.
Being cunning and cunning, he deliberately sent Chen Yi to be killed by Jiang Ning, and then used his resentment and blood essence to make a clay figurine and graft it onto Jiang Ning's soul.
In this way, whoever kills the clay man will help him destroy Jiang Ning's soul. Then the clay man and the killer will die together, and Xiong Feihu will naturally become the final winner.
This is what he left behind.
I have to say that this move is indeed a headache. At least now Jiang Ning and Song Qingyuan have no clue. Especially Song Qingyuan, he would not dare to kill the clay figure with his own hands.
Because once you kill, the end result is suicide.
There is no redemption, no solution at all!
"Then what should we do now?" Jiang Ning just finished speaking, and blood spurted out again, and he immediately cursed: "You don't know how to be gentle with your attacks, I can't fucking bear it anymore!"
Compared with Song Qingyuan's inner turmoil, the pain he was experiencing now was real.
He had already suffered serious internal injuries, and after receiving so many punches, Jiang Ning felt like his bones were about to fall apart.
Song Qingyuan had a sullen expression on his face and said, "How do I know what to do? If you can control the clay figurine and stop it, I won't hit you!"
The clay figurine itself is full of resentment, and now it has been grafted with Jiang Ning's magical power. It can be said that its attacks are fatal. If he holds back, he will be beaten to death by the clay figurine.
Song Qingyuan will naturally not accept it, his revenge has not been avenged yet!
"..."
Jiang Ning was stunned and speechless.
It's not like he hasn't tried to use his mental power and consciousness to control the clay figurine, even if he can influence it for a while, but the results are all in vain.
Not only was the clay figure out of his control, but it was full of resentment towards him.
Therefore, there is no way to go!
"How to do how to do?"
Jiang Ning's eyes rolled. Suddenly, he saw Xiong Feihu standing not far away. He immediately came up with a plan and pretended to be furious: "Song Qingyuan, you turned a deaf ear to my words, didn't you? You really think I'm afraid of you!"
He held on to his injuries and prepared to kill Song Qingyuan.
Song Qingyuan's pupils shrank and he subconsciously wanted to take action.
But at the moment of taking action, he didn't know why, but he restrained himself. At that moment, Jiang Ning's killing move suddenly changed direction and hit Xiong Feihu, who was watching the fun next to him.
It turns out that Jiang Ning’s cry of beating and killing was just a pretense!
His real purpose was to kill Xiong Feihu and see if he could break his soul grafting technique.
Facing Jiang Ning's sudden killing move, Xiong Feihu was not surprised.
"If you try to be smart, you will often just shoot yourself in the foot." Xiong Feihu stood on the spot, refusing to dodge.
Just when Jiang Ning's fist was about to land on his head, Jiang Ning's face suddenly turned red, blood spurted out, and he flew out, breaking an old tree with a thick waist.
It's a clay man, he's hurting himself!
It shares the soul with Jiang Ning, and all the injuries it suffered are grafted onto Jiang Ning. Therefore, facing Jiang Ning's attack, Xiong Feihu only needs to let the clay figurine harm itself, and he can easily stop all Jiang Ning's actions.
"You idiot, you can still play like this!" Jiang Ning struggled to get up from the ground, spitting blood and cursed.
Xiong Feihu walked over and stopped ten steps away from him.
"As soon as the Soul Grafting Technique comes out, the outcome is already decided. Any struggle you make will be in vain. If you give up your body and luck to me, you will suffer less."
Ten steps away, normally, with just one breath, Jiang Ning would rush over and beat Xiong Feihu into a pulp, but now this distance was like a chasm, unreachable.
Jiang Ning was furious, but had no better countermeasures.
He couldn't get close to Xiong Feihu, and Song Qingyuan was blocked by the clay figurine. When he took action, he threw a rat weapon and was restricted everywhere. If he continued to fight, he would lose sooner or later.
"What should I do? Is it really possible to let this old dog succeed!"
Facing Jiang Ning's anger, Xiong Feihu showed a kind smile on his face and said, "Tell me, how long can you hold on?"
Jiang Ning didn't answer.
The result is too cruel and the answer makes no sense.
Mr. Xiong was very satisfied with his attitude and said happily: "Very good, it seems that you already know the ending, but you are still struggling, still resisting, and still imagining new hopes."
"I appreciate a young man like you."
"If it weren't for your specialness, I would really want to save your life. Maybe I could even take you in as a disciple and teach you all the skills of the divination lineage."
I couldn't tell whether the words were true or false, but the tone sounded very sincere.
Jiang Ning gritted his teeth.
The injuries and severe pain on his body left him speechless.
Xiong Feihu approached again, shortening the distance from ten steps to five steps, then three steps, and finally... stood directly in front of Jiang Ning.
"It's over." In Jiang Ning's eyes, Xiong Feihu stretched out his old hand and pressed it on his Tianling Cap.
He wants to start using secret techniques to take away Jiang Ning's luck.
Fortune tellers pay attention to the cycle of heaven, luck, and secrets. Therefore, in Xiong Feihu's opinion, it would be difficult to kill Emperor Jiangning without taking away his luck.
Even if he were killed now, there was no guarantee that some accident would not happen and his soul could escape.
Xiong Feihu would definitely not let the clichéd drama of a strong man escape with his soul, reincarnate and rebuild and come back for revenge.
Therefore, even if the process is troublesome, he is never willing to make any mistakes.
Along with the chanting of the spell, Jiang Ning was controlled by invisible power, and his body was suspended involuntarily. At the same time, a golden-red mist began to appear in his pupils.
That was the first appearance of the vision of the Nine-Five Lord, the emergence of the aura of co-lordship of the world, and the prosperous path of the first emperor since the birth of the Nine Provinces Continent.
But now, this imperial destiny is being ripped out of Jiang Ning's body uncontrollably and pouring into its thief.
When the first ray of golden-red mist entered Old Xiong's body.
His whole face suddenly glowed red, he was full of energy, and he looked many years younger than before.
"Hiss... It is indeed the luck of an emperor. Just by smelling it twice, ordinary people can change their destiny and become a dragon who can accompany you. From then on, your life will be prosperous and you will build immortal achievements!"
Xiong Feihu squinted his eyes, with a look of comfort on his face.