To kill monsters, start from picking up game skills

"Hey, good instructor."

Hearing the words, Li Sigua immediately got up and shouted in surprise.

"Aren't you angry now?"

Taking a sideways glance at Li Sigua, Huang Zi'an asked with a half-smile.

"You said that he has cultivated spiritual power, so I have nothing to worry about."

Li Sigua smiled obsequiously, and immediately trotted behind Huang Zian.

Yuhun Forest is dangerous, but for students who have cultivated spiritual power, the degree of danger is greatly reduced.

At least you can find a way out, so you won't fall into it.

Every year, some students who have no hope of breaking through enter Yuhun Forest, wanting to fight in it, and there are countless students who fall in it.

Slowly, this set of rules was summed up.

Students who have cultivated spiritual power will live in peace in Yuhun Forest, and students with strong soul power will also gain something in Yuhun Forest.

Only those students who have neither cultivated spiritual power nor strong soul power will be in danger of falling into the soul forest.

The ancient trees in the Yuhun Forest supported the sky, completely blocking most of the sunlight, and the remaining part of the light was blocked by the rising fog in the forest, which made the entire Yuhun Forest look gloomy.

Yang Yi seemed to have the illusion that he had returned to Lijiagou, entered the forest to activate the stealth skill, and simply used his mental power to find the way.

After walking for about 10 minutes, the front suddenly became clear, the bushes and dense fog gradually decreased, and the sight slowly became clear.

One after another, small earthen bags came into Yang Yi's eyes, and there were clusters of dark mist surrounding the earthen bags, as if something was brewing.

Could this be the power of the soul?
Yang Yi simply approached it, and used his spiritual force to poke it with his fingers. It was as soft as cotton.

Soon, the cloud of mist seemed to be conscious, and drifted towards Yang Yi's body along with Yang Yi's mental power.

When he received this cloud of fog, Yang Yi was refreshed, and a picture appeared in his mind.

This is a dark red world, with stumps and broken arms everywhere, and thick blood flowing out from the corpses, dyeing the earth and the sky red.

"Little demon, take your life!"

Sudden!With a loud shout, a man held a three-foot long sword and flew towards a seventh-rank fox demon, who twisted his body and tried to escape.

But the man's long sword seemed to contain some kind of will, a sword pierced the fox demon into a transparent hole, and the fox demon fell into a pool of blood with unwilling eyes.

"Hahaha!"

The man was covered in blood, holding a long sword and screaming to the sky.

puff!
The smile froze, a [-]-meter-long giant brown tail appeared out of thin air, countless fist-sized hairs swept towards the battlefield like steel needles, and the man was immediately pierced through the chest by the hairs.

Afterwards, hundreds of screams came from all around, and the human monks suffered heavy casualties.

"Naughty animal! Dare!"

A thunder sounded in the sky, and an incomparably huge sword light fell into the mortal world like the Nine Heavens Milky Way, directly piercing the giant tail.

"Is it finally here..."

Seeing this brilliant sword light, the man muttered to himself, and finally closed his eyes with peace of mind.

The picture disappeared, and Yang Yi felt that there seemed to be something more in his mind.

"This is... Could this be the case of the nine-tailed demon fox 50 years ago?"

According to the records of the database, 50 years ago, the nine-tailed fox wrecked the common people, and the local monks rose up to resist, and finally all fell in Dalian Mountain, killing and injuring more than 670 monks.

Finally, Zhao Zhe, the dean of Tiandao Academy, arrived and suppressed the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox with shocking swordsmanship, and imprisoned it in the back mountain.

"Although I don't know who you are, you can rest assured that the nine-tailed demon fox has been suppressed, and my generation of monks will definitely make the demon clan pay for it!"

A sharp light flashed in Yang Yi's eyes, as if he had returned to the night 16 years ago.

"Buzz!"

There was a shock in his mind, the crimson mist slowly dissipated, and an electric current swept through Yang Yi's whole body.

Then he found that his understanding of "Xia Chan" seemed to have reached a new level, and the moves that were originally somewhat obscure, now suddenly became clear.

"Who the hell said that this is the cemetery where Bai Qi pitted and killed the Chu army, rumors of killing people!"

This is clearly the cemetery of the human monks, where is the rumored place where Bai Qi killed the Chu army.

Knowing all things, the wronged souls that appear here should be the souls of the ancestors of the human race that linger after death, and gradually form the graveyard of wronged souls after years of accumulation.

So once a person with weak soul power walks into Yuhun Forest, he will be swayed by the wronged souls here, causing a series of bloody cases.

Figured out the key here, Yang Yi smiled, as if this place was prepared for him as a training place.

Mental power is actually a manifestation of soul power, and soul power is general, so the scattered mental power is soldiers.

When disaster strikes, spiritual will will be the last weapon of mankind.

Cultivation talent is innate, so spiritual will is the second treasure of human beings.

The strength of soul power represents the strength of willpower.

The strength of mental power depends entirely on willpower, so the stronger a person's soul power is, the less likely he is to lose himself.

Yang Yi lifted his feet and walked to another small slope, still using the old method, using spiritual power to communicate with the wronged souls on the small slope.

"boom!"

Another picture appeared in Yang Yi's mind. When the monk was investigating the blood slave case, he was found dead by a strong monster who had drained his whole body of blood.

Every monk buried here has made great contributions to the rise of the human race.

Maybe they don't have names, maybe they are not recorded in the materials, but each of them is worthy of being remembered by future generations.

"Predecessors, please rest assured that Yang Yi, the younger generation, will definitely make the Yaozu pay a heavy price."

After absorbing the wronged souls on the second small slope, Yang Yi bowed to all the small slopes.

"call!"

At this moment, a gust of wind appeared out of nowhere, and on the small slope within a hundred meters, all the grievances roared and gathered, turning into a huge fog and rushing towards Yang Yi.

Yang Yi concentrated his energy and let the mist enter his body.

Oops!

Yang Yi cursed secretly, his whole body began to shake, and his whole body was extremely hot.

He miscalculated the strength of the wronged souls, thinking that he could completely digest this group of wronged souls.

I never thought that the power of this group of vengeful souls was extremely powerful, bursts of pain came from my mind, and my consciousness seemed to be torn apart.

"I can't get lost here, I want to find the murderer who killed my father!"

Yang Yisheng gritted his teeth, sat cross-legged and started breathing.

With the operation of the breathing method, the spiritual power seemed to come alive, turning into a huge grinding disc, and smashing the huge pattern of wronged souls.

Hundreds of grievances turned into ghosts, constantly drilling into Yang Yi's mind.

Picture after picture appeared in Yang Yi's mind, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and countless ghosts roaring.

On the bright red earth, Yang Yi stood here alone, and above his head was a huge bloody vortex.

"Come on, come on, join us, you will become stronger."