My brother is too strong.

The eerie and violent Samsara Mist floated gently in the palm of his hand.

It moved with Lv Shaoqing's mind, constantly changing into various shapes, like a little elf.

It was flexible and obedient, like a part of him.

Lv Shaoqing stared at the Samsara Mist and asked curiously, "What kind of existence are you?"

The Samsara Mist was mysterious.

It was corrosive to ordinary people. After corroding people, it could turn out the most evil and violent side of people's hearts.

Once corroded, even if they remained rational, they would become a different person with a different personality.

The Samsara Mist appeared with the First Dark Column.

The fallen monsters could not directly control the First Dark Column, and could only use the Samsara Mist as a tool to control the First Dark Column.

Their control of the First Dark Column was only used to open doors and stabilize space cracks.

At the same time, the Samsara Mist played a great role for the fallen monsters.

It improved their strength, became a medium for attack, and could also heal the fallen monsters, etc.

The first time Lu Shaoqing came into contact with the wheel fog was in the sect's cave heaven danger land.

At that time, he was hit by the first dark column, and he was able to swallow the wheel fog unexpectedly, and convert the wheel fog into energy to improve his strength.

Now the general wheel fog has little effect on him.

The wheel fog in his hand is the wheel fog that was wrapped with the evil will before.

The rich black color is like the darkest existence between heaven and earth.

The pure black color makes people feel cold just by looking at it.

After swallowing it, Lu Shaoqing did not refine it, but left it.

The wheel fog is not worse than the first light sequence and the first dark column.

At least he saw that evil consciousness curled up in the wheel fog, and he couldn't do anything to the other party.

So, he also wanted to use the wheel fog.

At least he didn't just use the wheel fog as a power bank.

"Shouldn't there be any problem?"

Lv Shaoqing stared at the wheel fog, muttering, "Like that consciousness, there shouldn't be any problem..."

That evil consciousness hid in the wheel fog, using the wheel fog as a shield, and was indestructible.

He also wanted to use this method to eliminate his weaknesses.

"It's like putting a piece of armor on the soul, there shouldn't be any problem..."

Lv Shaoqing thought again and again, and finally felt that there was no problem, so he gritted his teeth and the wheel fog sank into his body again.

Lv Shaoqing then sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

He began to try to turn the wheel fog into the armor of the soul.

At the same time, under his control, the first light sequence and the first dark sequence moved quietly to prevent accidents.

However, an accident still happened.

As soon as the wheel fog approached the soul, it quickly sank into Lu Shaoqing's soul like a dog that smelled a bone.

"Fuck!"

Lv Shaoqing was horrified and almost controlled the first light sequence and the first dark sequence to hit himself.

Lv Shaoqing was so nervous that he just wanted to try it out. If it worked, it would work. If it didn't, he would think of another way.

But he never expected that just letting them get closer would produce a chemical reaction.

The reincarnation mist rushed over like a dog, making it seem as if his soul was a bone with meat.

It was afraid that it would not be able to chew it if it was a little slower.

It's over! It's over!

Lv Shaoqing wanted to cry but had no tears. This time he was finished.

Lu Shaoqing closed his eyes and waited for what might happen.

After holding on to his mind and waiting for a long time, he didn't feel anything.

Instead, his soul felt extremely comfortable.

Lv Shaoqing took a look and found that his soul had changed a lot.

The soul that was originally pure white and even transparent had turned into pure black.

A black soul!

What is this?

Lu Shaoqing's face also turned black.

Has his painting style not deviated to the extreme?

Although his soul has turned black, he has to say that he feels very comfortable now.

That kind of floating feeling, indescribable feeling.

At the same time, the cracks in his soul have recovered a lot.

The pain, tearing, and fatigue have obviously weakened.

After thinking about it, Lu Shaoqing gave his soul a treatment.

If it was a normal painting style, he would be in great pain.

But at this moment, he only felt like he was bitten by a mosquito, and then there was no other feeling.

Lu Shaoqing's face looked much better. From this result, it seems that the defense of the soul has reached his expectations.

As long as the soul recovers, the defense will be able to go to a higher level.

"Forget it, it's a little darker, anyway, outsiders can't see it..." Lu Shaoqing sighed, very melancholy.

His painting style has always been deviated, and he has never thought about correcting it.

"This is also good. It doesn't matter if it's a little off. As long as it can save your life..."

Lv Shaoqing sighed again, and then continued to practice while recuperating.

Two thousand years of time cannot be wasted.

When Lu Shaoqing, who was practicing with his eyes closed, did not notice, the first light sequence and the first dark sequence in his body moved quietly after a while.

They wandered around his limbs and bones, and then sank into his soul.

The reincarnation mist, which had already merged with the soul, was frightened and ran out in an instant like a frightened puppy.

It seemed to be escaping, but the next moment, it seemed to be pulled back by an invisible big hand.

The black and white lightning and the reincarnation mist gathered into a ball in Lu Shaoqing's soul.

It seemed like they were fighting.

Or, it was the black and white lightning that was beating the reincarnation mist.

After a collision, the reincarnation mist curled up in a corner.

It was like a puppy that had been beaten, hiding in the corner and trembling.

The black and white lightning turned back and forth around the reincarnation mist, staring at it like a bully.

The Samsara Mist dared not move, curled up, looking weak and pitiful.

After a long time, the first light sequence and the first dark sequence disappeared, and the Samsara Mist dared to move.

Blackness once again occupied Lu Shaoqing's soul...