The soul is a person's spirit.

Among them, the soul is yang and the soul is yin, carrying all the spirit and imprints of a person.

The incompleteness of the soul is far more terrifying and irreparable than the incompleteness of the body, because what is lost is not only one's own memory, but also has its origin.

The three elements are united, and the practice after being promoted to the Martial Saint is called the Five Internals, but it is actually still the soul and soul.

The reason for the name of the five internal organs is that the soul is hidden in the five internal organs, the heart is hidden in the spirit, the lungs are hidden in the soul, the liver is hidden in the soul, the spleen is hidden in the mind, and the kidneys are stored in the essence.

This is also the key point for the further degeneration of the three elements of the spirit.

Similarly, if the body is still there, you can still swallow spiritual medicine to transform the five internal organs to make up for the wounds of the soul. If there is only the soul, it can be said that the medicine stone is helpless.

"Soul replenishing, soul replenishing, the evil-suppressing seal has the power to temper the soul and transform the Yin God, which should also make up for the wounds of the soul..."

Looking at the unconscious Zhenyan Taoist in the purple gold gourd, Yang Yu was unsure, but he had to grit his teeth and try.

Jidao Kuixing is the original family who controls corpses and ghosts, but what they are best at is swallowing ghosts rather than treating them.

But at this moment, he had to bite the bullet and try it, at least it would not be worse than it is today.

Buzz!

As my mind changed, the evil-suppressing seal had shone brightly, and the purple gold gourd trembled gently, opening the mouth of the gourd.

Yang Yu was highly focused and carefully guided the soul of Zhenyan Taoist to wander between the two great fruits.

Over the years, he has done a lot of similar things, and Liansheng's mother's soul has been completely refined by him, but at this moment it is not for refining, but for repairing.

Therefore, his mind was tense and he had no confidence.

Buzz ~

The purple gold gourd shook gently and spit out strands of mist. This was the residual soul power left after the evil seal sacrificed the grass-headed god.

Yang Yu was nervous, but unexpectedly, the process of integrating these soul powers into the broken soul body of Zhenyan Taoist is easier than imagined.

Without the slightest exclusivity, it's like...

These are the incomplete souls of the Taoist Zhenyan?!

"Is this the soul of a real person being cut off? Is it such a coincidence?"

As the soul power merged, Yang Yu felt his mind tremble.

In a trance, various images seemed to appear in my heart as the wisps of soul power flowed.

Between the mountains and above the river, the young Taoist Taoist in Zhenyan, wearing white clothes, walking around the world, awaiting grudges, and being very free and heroic.

Until later, I met the person who was traveling with him...

...

Outside the room, Dao Ren Lin didn't move, and the stone statue seemed to stand for seven days and nights, blocking everyone, including Qin Si.

Zhao Kun looked at him with a gaze, but he didn't dare to come forward, so he could only lead a group of brothers to wait with him.

It was not until the eighth day after the door closed that Yang Yu's tired voice sounded inside the house:

"Senior Lin, come in."

“Master…”

Lin Daoren's body trembled and he carefully pushed open the door. His spirit was very tense until he heard a familiar voice and the big stone in his heart fell to the ground.

"Lao Qi, thank you for your hard work."

"Master!"

In the dim room, the figure of Zhenyan Taoist was very illusory, but he walked out of the locust tree.

Daoren Lin cried with joy.

After the disaster, the master and apprentice met again, and no one would disturb him. There were many people waiting outside the house. When Yang Yu waved his hand, they all left.

The two-year fatigue of running around burst out under great sorrow and joy. Before long, Daoren Lin could no longer hold on and forced himself to go back to the house and fall asleep in a drowsy sleep.

"Real person."

Prison Yang stepped forward to greet him.

"My friend saved me again."

The voice of the Taoist Zhenyan is still very illusory. Without the body, it is not easy to communicate with strangers.

"What the real person said? If you hadn't sacrificed your life to destroy the seventh unit of the old demon that day, the younger generation would not have escaped the old demon's means."

Yu Yang wiped the sweat beads from his forehead:

"But, there is no body..."

As the heavens approach, the soul can exist in the world, but without the body. Even though the Taoist Zhenyan was once a martial saint, he was like a rootless duckweed that could exist for a while, but it was difficult to survive forever.

In fact, the same is true.

Under the secludedness, the fate of the man is in chaos.

"Pity for the life-sacrificing seal..."

However, Taoist Zhenyan didn't care. Without the torture of severe pain, he was in a very peaceful state. He floated in front of Yang Yu, and only glanced at him, and had already understood his condition.

"You are already the body of a martial saint? But you have not yet reached the tenth capital, and you have also won the seal of sacrificing her three thousand years of cultivation?"

Every time he said something, the Zhenyan Taoist frowned a little deeper, and at the end he was already twisted.

"The old witch's Taoist practice is superb. I'm very lucky to be able to kill her. But this seal of sacrificing life cannot be avoided..."

Yu Yang did not hide it and told all the causes and consequences.

At that time, when he thought about the battle in Dingyang City, he still felt extremely dangerous. The old witch's strength was incredibly powerful.

If you can win, you will be lucky.

"After three thousand years, even if you are a pig, your achievements will not be bad, let alone a genius like her..."

The past that seemed to be evoked, the Taoist Zhenyan sighed slightly:

"Taoism is not comparable to martial arts. The road to the Martial Saint has reached its end. It is difficult to explore further, but Taoism is not like this...

It's a bit of luck that you can win."

He knew very well about the old woman, and naturally he knew even more about the thrilling battle behind Yang Yu's brief words.

"good."

Yu Yang nodded.

The twelve grades have the limits of the world. Since ancient times and for three thousand years, it seems that there is no clear evidence of who has the martial arts skills, and Taoism has surpassed the twelve grades.

But even if they are both twelve grades, the best Taoist arts are often stronger than the best martial arts, not to mention that the Taoist arts have the ability to complement and superimpose.

Different types of Taoist arts complement each other, and when superimposed, they can often burst out with power beyond the limits of Taoist arts.

Just like the twelve techniques that the old woman finally induces.

If the spiritual qi was not enough to support it, his flesh and blood would be evaporated at that moment, and the black iron skeleton would not be able to withstand it.

"Fortunately, although she is engaged in martial arts, she does not look down on martial arts. Her three thousand years of cultivation are naturally far more than any martial saint in the world, but there is no qualitative change, otherwise..."

After wandering around Yang Yu, Taoist Zhenyan sighed:

"Your physical strength is not as strong as Zhang Xuanba back then, but you can fight hard, just wait for Xiao Si's magical power to be promoted..."

He was very familiar with Liansheng's mother and had a very accurate grasp.

"A land of three states, a great fortune for hundreds of millions of people to gather together, Xiao Si has no problem completing the ceremony. Perhaps it is unknown whether she can take the opportunity to ignite the life map. At that time, the seal of sacrificial life may not be able to be expelled, and even turn harm into benefits..."

"That's all."

Yu Yang said with a muffled groan, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

Two years have passed, and he has gradually gotten used to the pain of tearing and pain in his body that is constantly colliding, but from time to time, it is still difficult to suppress and his qi and blood are churning.

"In contrast, you have not yet achieved the Ten Capitals and have become the Martial Saint first, which will have a greater impact on you..."

While speaking, the old Taoist couldn't help but sigh:

"At that time, you had not become a great master yet, and the distance was still far away, but the old Taoist forgot to warn you..."

"Things in the world are always difficult to achieve. Since you have chosen, the younger generation will know the pros and cons, and will not regret it."

However, Yang Yu was very calm.

"You have changed a lot in recent years. This mentality reminds the old Taoist of Zhang Xuanba back then."

The Taoist Zhenyan praised it a little.

No one is born to be calm in the face of changes. Looking at Yang Yu, who is now falling in front of him without changing his expression, he can't help but feel a little upset.

"The real person is a bit ridiculous. How do you compare yourself with Prince Zhao?"

During the conversation, Yang Yu did not stop his breathing. At this moment, a breath of turbid air was emitted, and a little bloody color appeared on his pale face:

"According to ancient legend, the root cause of the success of the Martial Saint is that the success of the Martial Saint is, such as the promotion of the rank, but it is difficult for one to accommodate double ranks..."
To be continued...