"What are you doing?!"

In the flames, an old figure struggled to emerge from the scroll, with a thin face and an illusory figure.

As soon as he appeared, he stretched out his hands and grabbed Qiu Yan. The chains on his arms were rolled up, making a "ding-ding-dang" sound.

Qiu Yan's eyes moved and he looked at the painting: "What am I going to do? Isn't this obvious thing? The reason why I keep this painting is to release one of its souls. Now that the purpose is achieved, what's the use? Since it is a Tang Yi thing, it must have some connection with the Shang Lingdao. My realm is low, and it is harmful and useless to keep it!"

His eyes had not practiced the spiritual eye technique and could not see ghosts and souls, but at present, the old man's every move was clearly visible, and the sound of chains was clearly clear.

"The old man's soul can already be revealed in reality! What is this state of mind?"

The more this happened, Qiu Yan became more and more alert and his mind was tense. But suddenly he was in a daze. The scroll in front of him and the old man's soul disappeared, but footsteps came from behind him.

"Yan'er, what are you doing here? Why don't you read? Have you memorized the three articles I taught you yesterday?"

This is a strange and familiar voice. I don’t know how many times it has appeared in my memory. Qiu Yan doesn’t have to look back to know who the person making the voice is—

Qiu Zonglin.

A dead person, or the one who should have died, appeared again, walked out and spoke, opening his mouth to speak.

On the other hand, the scene around Qiu Yan has also changed, and it is no longer a dark study.

The bright sunshine shines in through the doors and windows, scattering everywhere, and birds singing from time to time outside the window, making a peaceful scene, making people feel lazy.

Behind Qiu Yan, a middle-aged man with a high profile weapon stood at the door. He was tall, with a angular face, a beard on his mouth, and wearing a patched blue shirt, his whole body exuded a sense of elegance and a shabby atmosphere.

The whole room gave Qiu Yan a sense of peace and peace, making him unable to help but put down his work, turn around and talk to his father and communicate.

If Qiu Yan is now, it is really just "Qiu Yan".

"ah!!!"

A shrill scream suddenly sounded, all the illusions were shattered, and the study room returned to its previous darkness and loneliness. The flames were burning more and more vigorously. The scrolls in the flames were hard to maintain as they were, and were rapidly shrinking, turning yellow and black.

The old man's soul shadow twisted, changed, and struggled in the flames. He opened his mouth wide and howled: "Okay! Okay! You won! Stop the divine flame and want to know what I want to know!"

"Oh? Do you think I'm bluffing and forcing you to tell the truth?"

Qiu Yan shook his head and sighed: "You misunderstood. Leaving a lonely soul like you who is full of lies and unknown feet by your side is a way to die. My realm is so low that if you use a little means or say misleading words, you can make me tell you, let alone keep you, and keep your paintings, so that the upper spiritual path can be traced!"

"It's really going to burn it?" The old man's soul shadow widened his eyes, and his eyes twisted and deformed in the flames, looking particularly ferocious. "Do you know how valuable this painting is? This is a magic weapon! If you master the magic weapon, even if your soul is not out of your body, you can control it with your body and use your magical powers! What's more, I have an extraordinary identity. With my guidance, how much effort can you save? How many detours can you take? Why don't you understand? You actually want to destroy all these!"

"There is nothing good at cultivating the mind, as human desires are hard to eliminate, but they can be controlled. I have taught Xie Shan and others a few days ago to control their desires. Of course, it is also necessary to do it when it is my turn. No matter how valuable the painting is or how powerful it is, it will cause disasters to be advanced due to temporary gains. There is no need to do such things."

As he spoke, the flames of divine power burned more and more vigorously. As the flames pounded, translucent patterns even appeared!

This is the essence of divine power being revealed.

"Okay, okay! You are waiting! What trapped in the painting is just a distraction from me. Even if the painting is destroyed, I will never let you go! Wait, but I will never let you go if I get out of trouble!" The old man howled, turned into a wisp of blue smoke, retracted into the painting, and the scroll itself shrank rapidly and was about to turn into ashes.

"I have even offended Tang Lai. Could it be that I am still afraid of one of his subordinates defeated? It is better to have too much debt than to carry someone with you with ulterior motives. As for the danger, since you have embarked on the path of cultivation, if you don't even have this will, what else can you do?"

"What's more, although I'm distracted, I don't even know my name. Now that I've been completely erased, how many memories can I have been passed back to the original body? Besides, the soul has been divided, and the situation can be imagined."

"If you leave the painting and the person because of concern or greed, it is really dangerous. Even if that person is really kind, once my heart becomes dependent, the pace of cultivation will end here. I can't even control my own heart and can't be independent. What else can I talk about practicing? Yes, this nature and soul cultivation is actually just about cultivating the mind, the mind brings thoughts, and every thought becomes a soul!"

Thinking of this, Qiu Yan suddenly felt his mind, and his mystery came to his head. He realized it himself. He raised his hand and patted the table, and sang: "It is extraordinary to keep one thought, and the hidden leap is always in the heart."

When the sound fell, the soul jumped out from the top of the head, and a light shone inside, but it was not the light of divine power, but it was dotted with stars and spread all over the soul body.

In that spot of light, there are past, laughter, sorrow, fear, and articles...

Rotate!

The light spot suddenly rotated, gathered towards a point in the soul, and finally gathered around the central black hole.

The next moment, destruction, change.

The light spots are destroyed one after another, turning into small regular characters, surrounding and combining, forming rows of articles. In these rows, the lines of words quickly entangled together, interspersed and alternated, becoming closer and closer, gradually condensed into a human form.

The soul power boiled, was pulled, and poured into the human form!

Finally, the figure increased, shrank again and completely formed, but it was a tiny figure with blurry outlines and no signs.

A spell of strange characters appeared around the figure, surrounding, rotating, shrinking and rising, flashing and dark, revealing a mysterious, transparent, and open-minded atmosphere.

"If you are willing to plant flowers but not bloom, you willows and willows willows willows and become shade. I wanted to spend some time looking for a way to gather human souls, but I didn't expect that today I would explore the flower scrolls, go through all kinds of things, and finally keep my mind and not be deceived by external demons. I actually realized it and took this step!"

The way to cultivate nature is to open up the orifices first, and then condense the soul.

Among the three souls of heaven, earth, and man, the first thing to condense is the human soul.

Nature cultivation is not a simple powerful soul, but requires self-indulgence, understanding, and sudden enlightenment. No matter how much soul power is accumulated, the artistic conception and mental state are not enough, it is just a distance from the world. On the contrary, it is not impossible to reach the sky in one step.

Just now, Qiu Yan's opportunity came. Although there was no specific exercises or rigorous planning, everything came naturally and the soul was born!

"The human soul is to extract one's own consciousness, thoughts, emotions, and temperament from the soul and gather into a figure! Since then, except for this figure in the living soul, all the pure soul power is pure. Use the word spell to consume soul power, and there is no need to worry about damaging the mind and mind. As for other effects, it is time to check in the future. The most urgent thing is still..."

Thinking of this, the soul turned and returned to the hijacking again. Qiu Yan's eyes narrowed, and his eyes locked in the flames in front of him.

The flame of divine power has turned into a ball, and the scroll inside is gone. Instead, it is a talisman.

The structure of this talisman is not complicated, but it makes him confused when he falls into Qiu Yan's eyes.

"What's going on? Although this scroll has some mystery and imprisoned the distraction of a soul-powered man, it has long been weak. The material is an ordinary object. Under the burning of divine power and flames, even cause and effect can be blurred. Why can't a painting be completely erased and a talisman is left behind?"

He raised his hand and stretched forward, touching the flame with his fingertips. He immediately connected with his divine power, understood the causes and consequences, and his expression was uncertain.

"So that's it. This flame was derived from the Kitchen God's Dharma Position. It is used to cook the ingredients. Its effect is to ripen and ripen, turning fishy into fragrance. It is of course unbearable to be burned by the flame, but this painting is not ordinary. It contains some magical powers and means. It is burned by the Kitchen God's fire, and it is cooked and refined like food!"

Thinking in his mind, he moved his fingers and absorbed the flames, put his five fingers together, and grabbed the talisman in his hand.
Chapter completed!