soul repair

"Who is this?" Guan Lingdao asked.

"He's a soul cultivator." The rosewood envoy pulled his hair, revealing a blood-stained strange face, "You don't know him."

Guan Lingdao said hoarsely: "I forgot how to refine the soul."

"Send his soul into the Soul Refining Pagoda with soul-induction technique, refine its pure aura, and then lure his soul back into the body." The red sandalwood envoy was not angry, "You can refine a horcrux, and the soul-induction technique No problem."

The soul-inducing technique is the lowest level of the soul-inducing technique, and the soul-devouring technique used by soul cultivators to kill people is derived from the soul-inducing technique.Soul cultivators draw out souls while people are asleep, tear them apart and kill them, this is the common soul devouring.Similar to other soul arts, soul devouring and soul attracting can only be used on people with low cultivation and drowsy sleep, otherwise it is easy to backfire and die.

The man was dying, and it seemed that his cultivation was not as high as Guan Lingdao, so it was easy to attract the soul.

Guan Lingdao was silent for a moment: "How to refine its pure aura?"

The red sandalwood envoy pointed to the two small holes on the soul refining tower: "Put the Laogong acupoint in the palm of your hand on the hole, the aura of Taoism and the soul of soul cultivation will pour out from the body, and when walking around the soul refining tower, the tower will be able to move by itself. Refining the soul."

Guan Lingdao smiled: "Since Taoist cultivators can also refine souls, why doesn't the master of the purple clothed altar do it himself?"

"You talk a lot."

"After refining the soul, can this man's soul survive?" Guan Lingdao looked down.

"Maybe he can survive, maybe he can't, it depends on the man's good fortune, to see if he can survive." The red sandalwood envoy pulled the man's body and threw it in front of Guan Lingdao, "Start refining the soul."

Guan Lingdao's palm fell on the man's forehead, he frowned slightly and closed his eyes, forcing the man's soul away from his body with his soul energy.The undead soul can easily return to its original body, and it only takes a moment to leave the body. Either kill it quickly, or lead it into a container that can trap the soul.Guan Lingdao led the soul into the soul refining tower, and suddenly heard the man's soul screaming softly.

"Let me out, let me out!"

The voice was startled and frightened, as if he didn't know where he was or what was about to happen.Guan Lingdao put his palm on the small hole, and the soul energy flowed into the tower in an instant, and the body of the tower became hot instantly. At this moment, the soul in the tower screamed like crazy for some reason. .

Guan Lingdao's thoughts stopped, his breathing quickened, he immediately withdrew his hands, and stared at the dark red Soul Refining Tower in front of him without moving.

"Continue." The voice of the red sandalwood envoy contained no other emotion, "You must not be absent-minded in refining your soul, otherwise your soul will be backlashed and your life will be in jeopardy."

"Can you hear me?" Guan Lingdao asked.

The rosewood envoy shook his head: "I can't listen to the soul."

Guan Lingdao smiled miserably, and sat quietly, his face as white as paper, as if he suddenly understood something that he hadn't figured out for many years, or as if he remembered something, the corners of his eyes were slightly moist.He wiped his face lightly, and put his palm on the small hole of the Soul Refining Tower: "It's life or death, just hold on."

He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and fell into samadhi, sitting motionless in front of the Soul Refining Pagoda for over an hour, his forehead and body already drenched with sweat.Suddenly he opened his eyes, leaned back with a tense face, and dropped his hands.The red sandalwood envoy looked down at the Soul Refining Pagoda. There was something watery seeping out of the small hole on the top of the pagoda. The color was not transparent, but thick black, like ink stains, and gradually condensed into bean-sized beads.

The red sandalwood envoy took down the black bead and put it in the jade box he carried with him: "Is it still alive?"

Guan Lingdao looked at the black bead without saying a word, and nodded as if he was in a daze.Let him refine his soul for more than an hour, what he wants is something.

"Send him back."

Guan Lingdao followed suit silently, lowered his head and asked, "Today is the first day of the new year, isn't it?"

"That's right." The rosewood envoy pulled the man's unconscious body out, and closed the cell door with a bang, "The first day of June."

Guan Lingdao sat down against the wall.

The nearby cells were all locked up with soul cultivators, and there were crying and shouting that would never stop, but Guan Lingdao couldn't hear anything, and sat in a dark corner with his knees folded.The man's miserable begging for mercy and screaming screams still rang in his ears, and he couldn't do it if he didn't want to hear it.The cold night wind blew in from the entrance of the cave, and at some point it was already dark, and the cave was as dark as a bottomless abyss without the sun.

Suddenly, a familiar, terrifying, and extremely frightening scream came from a distance outside the cave.

Guan Lingdao still didn't move, his head was buried deep in his knees, his hands were clutching the filthy pants, his knuckles turned white unconsciously.In an instant, the black shadows had come to his side like ghosts, screaming and screaming in pain as usual, tearing his body, blood spraying, trying to tear him into thousands of pieces.

Guan Lingdao raised his head and smiled, but his eyes were filled with tears.

【Master, why are there evil spirits? 】The little boy who was less than ten years old was a little scared, leaning against his teacher with white beard and hair,【Why do they follow me? 】【People live unhappy and painful lives before death, and they will turn into evil spirits after death. 】The teacher and father looked at him puzzled,【As a teacher, I don’t know why they always follow you. 】"Master, I forgot everything when I was a child, but I was afraid when I heard the word "soul refining", but I didn't know what I was afraid of. Now I understand, I am not afraid of "soul refining", what I am afraid of is these people. Resentment, I am afraid of their screams. They came to seek revenge on me."

In the Soul Refining Pagoda, the voice of the soul was shrill and helpless, which was frightening, but also somewhat inexplicably familiar.He had heard these voices before, they were very similar, and they were evil spirits that had been haunting him since he was a child.At that time, he had already figured it out. Every soul that appeared on the first day of each month did not appear for no reason at all. They were the resentful spirits that he and his brother died in refining their souls. No, no shouting, no, I will be burned like hell in the tower, life would be worse than death.It was like this in life, and it cannot be freed after death. It has become an evil spirit formed by the condensation of hostility, and has no choice but to search for and follow its enemy helplessly, wishing to tear him to pieces.

"Master, I thought the evil spirits were evil spirits that haunted me." Guan Lingdao muttered to himself, "Actually, there are no evil spirits in this world. The real evil spirit is myself."

The reason why the evil spirits followed him was because they hated him.Guan Lingdao lowered his head and smiled, not wanting to do anything else, his body was scratched by the raging evil spirits, and exposed bones could be seen everywhere.

Only when you really die, can all this stop, right?

【Do you want to refine your soul?If you don’t practice, I will beat your brother to death. 】The man in black indifferently grabbed the little boy who was desperately resisting.

A warm voice came from the cell next door: [You don't have to scare him, he is only seven years old.I just want him to forget, he won't remember what he heard from the tower after refining his soul. 】Guan Lingdao was pushed by the evil spirit and fell to the ground, the blood all over his body was flowing like water.He has no will to fight against the evil spirits tonight. He is the same as these evil spirits. He has nowhere to complain about the grievances and hatred in his heart. He wants to bring all the people who have wronged them in the world to be buried with him.

Guan Lingdao turned over and lay on his back, the wetness on his face could not tell whether it was tears or sweat.In the past, he hated these evil spirits so much and only wanted to destroy them, but now he understood that they were not the ones who caused trouble for no reason, they were the ones who were victimized, and he was the one who felt sorry for them.

The only people in this world who can understand them are themselves, and the only people who can understand themselves are them. They are puppets controlled by others, pigs and sheep caught and slaughtered.Guan Lingdao wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, he didn't know for whom these useless tears were shed, for these evil spirits, or for himself.

Consciousness gradually became unclear, but the raging black shadows around him slowly faded away, and the screams filled with anger turned into resentment and crying that could not be vented, and they continued to grab and bite Guan Lingdao's body with.

Guan Lingdao smiled suddenly, his consciousness was blurred, and his eyes gradually darkened.

Are you going to die tonight?he thinks.

To die at the hands of evil spirits, I felt at ease, and died well, murder for life, even very clean.

No, no.Everything is arranged by the Red Sandalwood Palace. The bad guy gets his wish, he doesn't want to die, he dies unwillingly!

In the blur, a person's indifferent face appeared in front of him, and Guan Lingdao's heart felt like colic.He didn't want to die, the master was still there, he didn't want to just die like this.

What should he do now, continue to refine his soul, continue to help them kill people like him, or die?

He gritted his teeth, and suddenly crawled towards the door with all his strength, shouting hoarsely: "Help, your ancestors are dying, come here and help!"