Cultivators absorb spiritual power in heaven and earth to temper themselves into their own magic power, and activate magic power to explode large-scale killing techniques, which are called spells. When they step into the realm of souls, they open the soul space, and the soul becomes clear from intouchable, strengthen the soul and improve their strength, and release their power with the power of the soul. They are called magical powers.

There is no clear distinction between magic and magical powers for lower monks, but the difference is the difference. It has always existed but you have not yet obtained the qualifications.

Of course, these are not nonsense, because spells and magical powers are completely different, but in some very special cases, they are integrated together.

The explanation is clearly: it can be activated with magic power, it is a spell. It can also explode souls and magical powers.

Any existence that is both a magic and a magical power has a new name in the land of gods and demons, Taoism. Tao is rules. Taoism contains the power of rules and can be exerted by different forces, because rules are everywhere.

Even in a place where powerful people are everywhere, magic and magical powers, Taoism is extremely rare. Only when a large force with a strong foundation and a long inheritance can it be mastered.

Qin Yu has nothing to do with these, but his luck is sometimes good. Blood Dragon is watching the line of life and death, and he finds that he still has the power to resist.

The first point is to point the Cang, the Cang finger.

When he fell, Qin Yu's soul's eyes dimmed, and he terrifyingly extracted his power almost tore his soul apart.

But he gritted his teeth and persevered, and his consciousness remained clear, because he would definitely die after falling into a coma.

However, the breathing time was so long that it seemed to be endless for Qin Yu. The terrifying extraction finally stopped, and a crystal-like transparent finger collided with the blood light.

Without any fluctuation, this transparent finger and blood light began to collapse at the same time, as if it was the result of the enemy's death, but Qin Yu's soul instantly showed countless cracks on the surface.

Each piece is extremely subtle, like a porcelain that has failed to be fired, which seems to be shattered all over the ground with a slight touch.

Because the power of the blood light exceeds the limit of the Cangmang finger, fortunately, there are not too many, otherwise even if the blood light is broken, Qin Yu will have his soul collapsed.

The blood dragon stared at the soul covered with cracks, and a trace of surprise flashed through his cold eyes. It showed emotional fluctuations for the first time and could immediately return to peace.

So what if it blocks the blood light? It still has the power to easily annihilate the soul.

The blood dragon did not want to delay any more, so it swung its tail to swim towards its soul, ready to tear it apart with its mouth.

Without any warning, the blood dragon's body suddenly stopped, and endless ice burst out from his eyes.

Then, countless cracks appeared on its body surface, which looked very similar to Qin Yu's soul.

The extremely violent aura came from these cracks, and it was ruthless and violent, and it was shocked and angry.

It seems all this was unexpected!

But these destructive auras failed to burst out because a phantom of the sun appeared, and a faint light scattered down like a pair of invisible big hands, holding the blood dragon tightly and suppressing all the power in its body.

The blood dragon's body trembled violently, and a phantom of rules appeared deep in his eyes, but these powers of rules were cut off by the breath of nothingness before they could burst out.

The big sun phantom and the blood dragon disappeared into the breath of nothingness together.

A mouthful of blood was spurted out, Qin Yu fell down on his back, gasping for breath, but he could not relieve the pain like a split in his head at all. It felt like he was cutting it bit by bit with a blunt knife full of rust. Moreover, the blunt knife was not a single one, but a lot of flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood twitched unconsciously because of the pain.

This pain was beyond imagination, but Qin Yu's heart was filled with ecstasy at this moment, because only by living can he feel the pain, and the dead were unconscious.

If it weren't for the little blue lamp, Qin Yu would still be unable to escape death, but he had a clear intuition that if he could not withstand the last blow of the Blood Dragon, the little blue lamp would not appear.

This is not a test, but a cold and realistic choice. Only when the blood dragon is weakened to a certain extent can the little blue light have the opportunity to hunt it.

Otherwise, it would rather let Qin Yu die than put itself on the verge of destruction.

Qin Yu showed a bitter smile on his lips, no resentment. If he really died, he hoped that the little blue lamp could be preserved. At some time in the future, he would be obtained by another guy who was not lucky or unlucky, and he would re-enter the road of going against the sky, and it would be best to help him revenge.

Well, I really thought too much, so the violent sound of breaking the door directly interrupted Qin Yu's thoughts.

The ancestor of Nanyue Kingdom saw Qin Yu at the first sight. He was stunned for a moment and his eyes suddenly became bright, and he returned to heaven from hell.

Alive, he is still alive!

And at this time, a elixir of creation rolled down on the ground, and the breath made the ancestor understand that it had been refined.

At the altar of the underground palace, the body of the ancestor was even more shriveled, like a corpse that had been dry for many years, with a strong and dead spirit rolling endlessly. The nine oil lamps around him, except for one extinguished, six flames trembled, outlining blurred faces, roaring as if they were about to break free.

The remaining two cups also began to fluctuate gently, as if they were testing.

A grim smile appeared on the ancestor's face, "I could refine you back then, and I wouldn't give you a chance to escape!" He raised his hand and slowly fell. A drop of blood appeared in each finger. Eight drops of blood each melted into an oil lamp. The flames suddenly shone brightly, and you could vaguely hear the roar of pain caused by the burning.

All the faces outlined by the flame disappeared, and the flame calmed down again, but the ancestor knew that this was only temporary suppression. If he could not recover his vitality, he would suffer backlash at any time.

The exposed body parts of the ancestor have completely dried up, like dead branches, with countless fine lines cracked on the surface, which seem subtle but seem to be already, and directly penetrated into the depths of flesh and blood, and even the soul!

Outside the alchemy room, the five ancestors' clones had expressionless expressions, and the quiet eyes showed chills, and they stared at the door motionlessly.

The ancestor helped Qin Yu walk out. He held a creation pill in his hand. Although it was weak, it could be as dazzling as the sun in the sense of the clone.

The five clones showed struggle at the same time, and they took a step forward, but they could only do this.

Blood-colored shackles emerged from the flesh and blood, imprisoning them in place, and no longer taking any action.

A sneer appeared on the corner of the ancestor's mouth, but his voice was extremely gentle, "Ning Qin, let's start the sacrifice."

Ping Shu's tone was left without any room for opposition.

Qin Yu glanced at this scene, endured the pain of the soul splitting, and nodded slowly. However, this simple action made him sweat and his face pale.

The ancestor stopped three feet outside the stone tablet of creation and handed him the Pill of Creation. He let go of his hand and naturally had a dark golden light, wrapping up the shaking Qin Yu and pulling him closer.

Qin Yu took a deep breath and raised his hand with all his might. The Creation Pill was swept away by the dark golden light and disappeared into the Creation Stone Monument. After doing this, he could no longer withstand the pain between his soul. The last thought before his consciousness disappeared was: From today on, this stone monument finally has the surname Qin.

The ancestor closed his eyes slightly, felt the long-lost vitality flowing in his body, and his body trembled and showed an extremely intoxicated expression.

That's it, the vitality of life can continue to live. Even though he has survived for 100,000 years, he is still full of attachment to the world.

Now, I finally have a hundred years of life.

A hundred years have passed in one hundred thousand years, but in a flash of fingers, it is extremely precious to the ancestor who has already reached the end of his life.

With these hundred years, he can polish carefully, do all his preparations to the best, and then break the shackles that imprison him.

The ancestor of the Immortal Tribulation felt that he had never been so close to it.

Opening his eyes, his eyes fell on Qin Yu, who was unconscious, and showed a hint of relief. Sure enough, he did not see the wrong person.

Saving him is the most correct decision.

No matter what, I will finally accept it today. This junior has a great favor, so I will give him a fortune.

What's more, everything I give now will be paid back twice as much in the future.

The ancestor smiled at the corner of his mouth, his mind moved, and the stone tablet of creation trembled. The five clones were silent outside the alchemy room, and they showed a look of pain.

One by one, a series of phantoms appeared on their faces, twisting and wailing, and wisps of pure soul power were drawn out.

Then, using dark golden light as a medium, it merged into Qin Yu's body and was absorbed by his soul covered with cracks.

These soul powers are all the remaining souls who are unwilling to die. They are on the verge of exhaustion and lights. The ancestors had no way to erase them before, so they could only forcefully suppress them.

Today, since these dead souls have jumped out, we will take this opportunity to kill them completely once and for all.

The shrill howls of the remnants formed Qin Yu's soul feast, greedily swallowed and absorbed, and the cracks on the surface of the soul quickly shrank and bridged. Soon, Qin Yu's soul returned to its original state.

Xiaoling's face turned red, and she finally stopped suppressing her impulse. She stretched her arms and the power of her soul rushed towards her wildly.

During their lifetime, each of these remnants of souls was extremely powerful, and the fragments of souls that had not yet been dissipated to this day were extremely pure because of their obsession. Their soul power was far more than imagined. Even if Qin Yu's soul and Xiao Ling were doing their best, they could not fully absorb them.

The soul power cannot be retained. Once they cannot absorb it, it will overflow in a very short time and disappear between heaven and earth. Xiao Ling's face turned red with an anxious face, but she had already tried her best and could not absorb any more soul power. She watched them run away and her lips were almost bitten through.

If you practice so much pure soul power, it will take at least decades or even longer!

At this moment, no one noticed that a line on the stone tablet of creation suddenly lit up, and a wonderful change suddenly appeared in Qin Yu's soul space.

The influx of soul power gathered together like being pulled, and a round bead phantom appeared and quickly became solid. It was only the size of a fist but looked like a bottomless abyss. The surging soul power merged into it without any reaction.

Xiao Ling widened her eyes, and a trace of shock appeared on the "soul bead". She was Qin Yu's companion soul and could sense everything he did. A trace of enlightenment flashed in her eyes, and she immediately sighed secretly, this master's luck is so good!

Xiaoling closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Chapter completed!