Soul Refining!

The word "soul refining" was spit out from Ling Zhi's mouth, and the old woman reacted by herself.

"You are the devil, you are the devil, you..." She screamed and struggled.

Of course she doesn't want to die, of course she doesn't want to die.

But it would be too late for her to resist now, and Ling Zhi had already controlled her soul.

"Be honest, damn." Ling Zhi was not polite to her at all. Seeing the old woman resisting so hard, he raised his hand and sent a sword.

The blood-crying sword was pulled out by him, carrying the old woman's flesh and blood, and even cut off the old woman's collarbone and cut off the artery on her neck, making the blood spray out as if it was not enough.

Before the old woman could even scream, Ling Zhi raised his hand and sent the blood-crying sword out again and stabbed it into her body.

Puff.

Puff.

The blood-crying sword was like a machine, lying back and forth in the old woman's body.

Blood squirted on Ling Zhi's body, but Ling Zhi didn't even hide, allowing the blood to sprinkle on his body.

He even stuck out his tongue and bleeded a little.

spit.

Then he spit out,

"Well, it's really dirty."

What Ling Zhi does now is so unrestrained and casual.

But his soul power rushed into the old woman's divine court cave, and the spirit-devouring fire burned the old woman's soul.

A large number of abilities were released by Ling Zhi with his soul power, and then in the process, more than 90% of them would be directly destroyed by the spirit-devouring fire.

This is soul refining.

What Ling Zhi wants are the important things in the old woman's memory, not her trivial things.

And he, who possesses the Spirit-Devouring Fire, can do this.

Even though the remaining soul power and experience are still extremely complex and huge, it is enough for Lingzhi who is in a devilish state.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the old woman changed from violent resistance at the beginning to cursing, hatred and resentment later to despair and giving up, and was changing with twists and turns.

Finally, it ended completely. All the old woman's important memories were condensed in a small mass of soul power and scattered in front of Ling Zhi.

Ling Zhi reached out and grabbed it in his hand. This mass of soul power followed his arm and went straight into his dantian.

Then it turned into a cloud, on top of Ling Zhi's soul body.

Ling Zhi sat cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes and digested it wholeheartedly.

The muscles on his face had complicated beatings, as if they were struggling to control them, and as if they were twitching.

Soon, many emotions appeared on Ling Zhi's face.

There are joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.

Among the four emotions of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, anger, the most common emotions appear.

What is brought about by anger is resentment, hatred, cruelty, viciousness, distortion, and pervert.

"Will these emotions affect Ling Zhi's intentions?" Niu Yuanhang stood on one side and asked worriedly.

If Ling Zhi cannot eliminate all these negative emotions, then these emotions will remain in his soul, making his personality change like this.

It’s like pouring a cup of ink into a basin of clear water. No matter how clear the water is, the ink poured in will pollute the basin of clear water.

Moreover, the ink will be closely connected with the clean water and merged together. It is extremely difficult to remove it and is almost difficult to do.

Ling Zhi is like this now. There is no subjective consciousness among the old woman's soul powers. As Ling Zhi incorporates these soul powers into his soul.

When Ling Zhi's soul opens his arms and wants to accept these things that are of great benefit to him, then he needs to treat these experiences as his own experiences and truly experience them by himself.

This is the most difficult one.

He needs to treat these experiences as his own experience at this moment, but at the next moment, he needs to wake up with his soul power that truly belongs only to him.

These two kinds of limits are very difficult to change.

"Don't worry, Ling Zhi never does something that is unsure," Li Bai comforted Niu Yuanhangdao. "This matter is only of great benefit to him, without a decisive effect. If he did not have some unaffected confidence, he would not have done so."

Ling Zhi sat cross-legged here, and this cross-legged lasted for three days.

When Ling Zhi woke up, the blood in his eyes finally dissipated.

A square stone tablet gradually fell from the air and fell into Ling Zhi's hands.

"ah."

Niu Yuanhang clenched his fists, and Ye Qingcheng beside him also let out a low cry from the air.

Because when all the red lights dissipated, what appeared in Ling Zhi's eyes was a resentful emotion.

But such emotions were only a moment. Ling Zhi just closed his eyes gently and opened them again, and these emotions completely disappeared.

What appeared in Ye Qingcheng's eyes was the clear and clear look that only belonged to Ling Zhi.

But after this twilight twilight, there are also indelible vicissitudes.

How many things can happen in the lifespan of an old woman exceed ten thousand years? The historical records in China are only fifteen thousand years.

Just imagine, Ling Zhi’s life from ancient times to the present will witness so many separations of life and death. This vicissitudes are brought to him by time.

It’s just that Ling Zhi is too energetic, so these vicissitudes are suppressed deep in his eyes and cannot be seen by ordinary people.

...

Pseudo-world, Taishang City.

With the help of the power of everyone, Taishang City quickly recovered again while its foundation was still there, while the Apocalypse Formation was still open, leading to the return of the heroic soul.

However, there has been no movement in the past three days.

"At least, you will come back." Ling Zhi looked up at the Apocalypse Formation and said to himself.

Although he became much stronger in this battle, he was incomparable to the early stage of the third level of the Holy King.

But he also lost too much in this battle.

Hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits floated around the world, and Ling Zhi also felt unrelieved of grief in his heart.

Zhou Xuanqing, his master, to him, was dead like a father.

Tianyi, his brothers and brothers, never met each other without fighting, and they were dead.

Pei Ningrui, with fiery red lips, graceful and graceful. She was clamoring the moment before that her wedding with Tianyi was going to be held with Ling Zhiye Qingcheng, but the next moment, she died.

The ones he knew, didn't know, was close to, and was not close to, all of them died.

Ling Zhi did not use any power to work with everyone to sort out all the bones, bones, clean up, dig holes, and bury them.

Bury the bones.
Chapter completed!