"Although it is only a small magical power, it is a very rare existence, and its value is probably no less than a top magical power, or even a great magical power."

Jiang Ning was overjoyed.

After cultivating to the realm of Yuanshen, the power of the soul increases greatly, and the second Yuanshen can be split into two.

However, it is too rare to develop the magical power of the second soul.

Even the three holy places may not have it.

Moreover, even if there is a way to cultivate the second soul, it is extremely difficult to practice.

Out of 10,000 cultivators, I'm afraid only one can succeed in cultivation.

After all, the cultivation of the Yuan Shen involves the roots of human beings and requires separating one Yuan Shen into two.

If you are not careful, you will fall directly.

Therefore, there are very few people who have developed the second soul, and it is difficult to find one.

Jiang Ning also never expected that the Second Soul Cultivation Method was inherited in the Forest of Steles.

Moreover, when the plug-in is activated, one can directly cultivate to the state of perfection.

No matter how difficult the training is, there is no obstacle to him.

As for the role of the second soul, it is to create clones.

Having a clone means having two lives.

Jiang Ning was naturally overjoyed.

The more means you have to save your life, the greater your safety factor.

In the evening, Jiang Ning left the Forest of Steles.

He found the spirit corpse Jiang Yu and asked him to go see Jiang Shang one last time.

Although, he is no longer the Jiang Yu he was before, just a zombie.

However, Jiang Ning still plans to fulfill Jiang Shang's last wish.

In the Forest of Steles, the old man was already lying in a coffin prepared for himself.

Quietly waiting for death to come.

At this moment, a figure came.

Wearing a black robe and a hat.

Jiang Shang stood up suddenly, looking excited.

"You are leaving, I will take you on your last journey."

The spirit corpse Jiang Yu said indifferently.

"Have you forgiven dad?" Jiang Shang looked at the man in the bamboo hat longingly.

"Yes." The spirit corpse nodded, which made Jiang Shang extremely excited and burst into tears.

A lifetime of regrets and guilt were finally relieved before death.

It seems that the young man Jiang Ning did not deceive him.

The two father and son started chatting.

It's just that Jiang Shang talked a lot, and the spirit corpse Jiang Yu basically listened silently.

In the end, Jiang Shang lay peacefully in the coffin with a smile on his face, closed his eyes, and passed away without regrets.

I felt guilty for eighty years, and at the end of my life, I felt relieved.

The corpse Jiang Yu helped him cover the coffin lid and left.

He came to Jiang Ning and told him the news of Jiang Shang's death.

Jiang Ning felt melancholy. From then on, there was no one to talk to him in this ancestral land.

"Have a good journey." I slowly bid farewell to Jiang Shang in my heart.

The next day, Jiang Shang was buried in the cemetery.

Jiang Shang doesn't like too much noise after death.

There is no need to hold a funeral for him if he leaves a last word.

Just bury it in the cemetery.

Therefore, even though Jiang Shang was the only quasi-sage in Daxia, he left very coldly.

…

Prince Yan's Mansion.

King Yan Jiang Yan hurried back to his mansion.

At this time, a woman who was still charming came forward.

"What's wrong?" the woman asked.

"He is still alive." King Yan said with an ugly look on his face.

"He?" The woman looked at her husband doubtfully.

"Jiang Yu is still alive, and he is more powerful than Jiang Shang." King Yan said.

"What?" The woman looked frightened. "How could he still be alive? We saw him buried with our own eyes."

King Yan Jiang Yan was Jiang Yu’s cousin.

The woman was the woman he fell in love with at the beginning, her name was Ma Rongrong.

"If he knows that we got married and took away the treasure of Saint Red Gourd, he will definitely settle the score with us."

King Yan looked worried.

Back then, the person Ma Rongrong fell in love with was not Jiang Yu, but Jiang Yan.

However, they devised this conspiracy for the sake of the Red Gourd Saint's treasure.

When Jiang Yu went to steal his bride, it was Ma Rongrong who secretly seduced him by pretending to be deeply in love and vowing not to marry until death.

After all, Jiang Yu was a great monk in the Heavenly Realm. How could he be beaten to death by Jiang Shang so easily?

It was Ma Rongrong who did something secretly.

"what to do?"

Ma Rongrong also became scared.

If he were to know that he was married to Jiang Yan and had taken away the treasure of the Red Gourd Saint.

Anyone who is not a fool will understand what is going on.

"kill him!"

King Yan's eyes were fierce.

"Didn't you say that he is more powerful than Jiang Shang? How can you kill him?" Ma Rongrong said.

"You should have been hiding in the ancestral land to practice and don't know what happened between the two of us."

"We went to the ancestral land in the name of mourning Jiang Shang."

"You go to him, and after gaining his trust, find an opportunity to kill him with the soul-killing needle."

King Yan had a sinister look on his face.

He was also afraid that Jiang Yu would seek revenge on them, so he had to act first.

The soul-killing needle is the treasure taken out from the cave of the Red Gourd Saint.

It is extremely vicious and can easily kill a person's soul.

If you are hit by a sneak attack, you will definitely die in the saint realm.

Even a saint would be seriously injured and his soul would be severely damaged.

"Well, that's all we can do."

"Get ready, we will go to the ancestral land on a certain day." Ma Rongrong also showed murderous intent.

Even if Jiang Yu doesn't die, he will always live uneasy and fearful all day long.

Jiang Yu probably never dreamed that the woman who loved him so deeply would team up with her cousin to kill him.

…

In the ancestral land.

Jiang Ning sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice the "Second Soul Technique".

Soul cutting, splitting into two, must be careful and careful, cautious and cautious.

His forehead and cheeks were already covered with sweat.
To be continued...