Mortal Mirror

Li Ergou carefully stored the blood bead, and with a thought, he quickly moved towards the thing in front of him.

In a short while, he arrived near the object. To his surprise, his luck was indeed good. It was a massive, broken limb, a ruined body about thirty feet long, without a head, only a leg and an arm.

The body wore tattered armor, and a layer of black hair grew on it, making it look very disturbing and indescribable.

This corpse seemed to be that of an ancient ogre; it certainly wasn't human, right? But he had heard that giants existed in ancient times as well. Li Ergou couldn't tell the difference.

At that moment, he approached the broken body, wanting to examine it closely. As soon as he landed on the remains,

the black hair on the corpse began to grow wildly and pounced on Li Ergou.

The thing was extremely fast, and Li Ergou quickly retreated, but it was already too late.

Meters-long hairs wrapped around him, and Li Ergou felt as if those hairs were like little snakes, frantically trying to burrow into his body.

Only then did Li Ergou understand what the old man meant—each broken body was not so easy to deal with. If Li Ergou didn't have the Xuanwu Armor, he might have been riddled with holes by these hairs by now.

He hurriedly shouted at Ji Wuming, "Senior Ji, help me! If you don't save me, I'm going to die!"

At that moment, everything was dark in front of him, and he had no idea where Ji Wuming had run off to.

The power of those hairs grew even more intense, and he saw seven pieces of the Xuanwu Armor constantly shattering. Li Ergou's heart turned cold. This kind of bizarre terror was the most frightening.

Especially the feeling of being crushed, which made people feel even more desperate. At that moment, his only hope was that the armor could last a little longer, and that damned Ji Wuming could save him.

"Crack, crack..." Countless hairs twisted, rolled, and desperately squeezed the armor.

Only then did Li Ergou realize how insignificant he was. He once thought he was already very powerful, and his strong combat power even made him a little arrogant. But compared to the thing in front of him, he realized how ignorant he was.

At that moment, he was like a bird in a cage, at the mercy of others. This feeling was very bad, very bad.

For a moment, he yearned to gain such great power himself, so that he would never be coerced or played with like this again.

He had never craved such power so much. A trace of inner demon seemed to be conceived in his heart at this moment. Under greed, all are desire demons, but Li Ergou didn't know these things.

Seeing the Xuanwu Armor constantly shattering, Li Ergou's eyes were filled with panic and a hint of madness. He took out the Dragon Slaughtering Pig Killing Knife and made a decision that even if he died, he would not let this guy have an easy time.

He had to hack it half to death too.

Just as he was becoming more and more desperate, suddenly, those hairs stopped moving. Then, he seemed to hear a piercing scream, and the hairs began to shrink back.

After a while, Li Ergou saw Ji Wuming looking at a ball of light in his hand with joy. The light was as black as ink, constantly twisting, but he held it firmly.

He looked at Li Ergou and said, "Not bad, not bad. It seems that bringing you here was a wise decision."

Li Ergou saw that the black hair on the broken body had returned to its original state, and the fear in his heart subsided, but he hated Ji Wuming to death. This despicable and shameless guy knew that something would happen to him but didn't tell him.

He was clearly using himself to attract the attention of this broken body. This guy was unscrupulous in order to achieve his goals. No wonder Li Hongyu didn't like him; he deserved to be disliked.

But what was the use of hatred? In the face of absolute strength, everything was fleeting. Hatred was the most useless thing.

Looking at Ji Wuming's happy face, he thought to himself that if things continued like this, he would be played to death by this guy sooner or later.

He had to find a way to escape. He thought to himself, but pretended to be angry and said to Ji Wuming, "You almost killed me, you know? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Ji Wuming snorted coldly and said, "What if I told you? What could you do? Didn't I save you? Kid, you should be grateful to me, don't be ungrateful."

As he spoke, he divided one-fifth of the black thing in his hand and threw it to Li Ergou, saying, "This is what you deserve. Absorb it. Absorbing its energy will greatly benefit your divine sense."

Li Ergou reached out and took the thing, feeling it wriggling in his palm as if it were alive.

This was actually real soul power. Li Ergou looked at the thing and said with a blank expression, "I don't have the technique to refine this thing, how do I refine it?"

Ji Wuming seemed to have expected this and said, "It doesn't matter, I have it. It just depends on whether you dare to refine it."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at his brow. A little golden light was pulled out from between his eyebrows. With a flick of his finger, the golden light flew towards him.

Li Ergou caught the light, his eyes slightly hesitant.

Ji Wuming said with a look of disdain, "If you don't dare, don't force yourself. It just so happens that I can have it all for myself."

Li Ergou was stimulated by these words and immediately moved his divine sense, absorbing the golden light into his sea of consciousness. Immediately, some characters appeared in the golden light. There were not many characters, and they said "Refining Spirit Art" in three large characters, followed by hundreds of words of the technique.

This technique was not very difficult. The difficulty was in finding the soul power of others. This kind of soul power must be extremely pure.

Without the original owner's soul thoughts, otherwise, once absorbed and refined, one would obtain the original owner's memories and some personality. Absorbing too much would cause mental confusion, and one would have to go crazy.

After reading this Refining Spirit Art, Li Ergou suddenly realized something very interesting. This Refining Spirit Art was very similar to the Burial Scripture in some places. Many places had the same effect in different ways, which was very surprising.

He thought to himself, if this was the case, could he use the Burial Scripture to refine this soul power?

But he immediately gave up this idea. After all, he was not so powerful that he could create techniques at will. He should honestly practice the Refining Spirit Art.

He did have another question in his mind, so he asked Ji Wuming, "Is this your demon race's technique or the human race's?"

At that moment, Ji Wuming had already sat down, preparing to refine this thing, and casually replied, "This technique was exchanged with a powerful figure of the human race back then. Although this is a human race's technique, it is also an extraordinary technique.

This is because the art of cultivating divine sense is very dangerous. You must know that divine sense is a very fragile thing.

Now you want them to devour new souls, like a snake swallowing an elephant. If you don't do it well, the result will be the explosion of divine sense. Moreover, these souls have experienced countless years. Although they no longer have their own consciousness, they are also contaminated with various negative auras such as resentment and baleful aura, and are not pure and flawless.

Therefore, you need to refine them carefully. If you don't do it well, you will be directly infected by this demonic thought and form an inner demon. Thus, it is not known whether you will become a crazy demon, so I advise you to think twice before acting."

After listening to Ji Wuming's words, Li Ergou didn't want to practice this technique. It was much more complicated than he had imagined. For a moment, he looked at the black soul in his hand, feeling very tangled.