[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

Lin Yuan couldn't recover his human form for a while, and the animal-shaped skeleton couldn't complete the sitting posture with drooping legs like a human being, so he could barely sit on another stone chair.

Lin Yuan is not stupid, and what Mo said made him very clear that the fruit might not be some kind of spiritual plant at all.

This is true.

It was a kind of alien plant cultivated by a certain monk to absorb and store the spiritual power of others. The place where it was cultivated was said to be a cave, but it was more like a bloody and cruel place.

As for its efficacy, there are not many Mahayana monks in the world of cultivation, and there are only a few who transform gods, so the meaning of this thing's existence is a bit intriguing.

As for being able to reshape the Nascent Soul...

"Could it be that there is really someone's wisp of consciousness inside?"

Mo looked at him with a half-smile. "bingo."

Linyuan's face is like a dish.

Although he really likes human monks in terms of appetite, but knowing that he has eaten someone's spiritual consciousness, he is a little nervous.Lin Yuan swallowed hard, and asked, "I ate this, so there shouldn't be any problem?"

"You ate so many monks before, did anything happen?"

"Can......"

Seeing his solemn expression, Mo shook his head and told him about the origin of the fruit.

The owner of this cave was not considered to be of the right way, otherwise he would not have thought of raising such a thing.

It took a lot of effort to make the seeds at the very beginning. First, the three souls and four souls of 490 nine people were gathered. For the sake of convenience, these nearly 500 people were all ordinary people who had no power to resist.

The soul of soy sauce is no less painful than skinning alive.However, what is needed is the three souls that condense pain and resentment, and the four souls that are full of unwillingness and fear.

The extracted soul will be put into a furnace made of black gold for refining, until the soul and the black gold furnace are fused, and together they are refined into a thick black water.

Even if there is no wind on the surface of this kind of black water, there will be waves. Only when you get close to it will you know what waves are. They are basically screaming faces that can't make a sound.

The man called it worry-free soup.

The worry-free soup must be drunk by a woman whose heart and body are equally pure, and there must be no trace of spiritual power in this woman.

Worry-free soup, indeed worry-free.

Because after drinking it, the woman will lose her sanity until she dies, with a dreamy and sweet smile on her face.

Before she died, her abdomen would swell high, as if she was eight months pregnant and about to give birth.It's just that the moment the "child" is about to fall to the ground is also the moment when the woman must die.

Blood vessels burst throughout the body, bones melted, and in the end, nothing remained of that body except for the contents of the abdomen.

And the stillborn is the seed.

The seeds should be planted in the flesh and blood of monks that are full of spiritual power, and when it blooms, it will be an extremely beautiful and charming purple.

No one's mind can escape its bewilderment, just look at it, and it will become like a marionette, at the mercy of others.

After the owner of the cave realized his indescribably dirty thoughts with it, he then used the secret method to absorb the whole body of the controlled person, and the remaining spiritual power in the body would not be wasted, and immediately became a new source of nourishment.

The cultivator insisted on relying on this evil method to cultivate to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. However, the way of heaven is righteous, and after many years, his cultivation has not improved.

Seeing that the end was approaching, he could only condense a ray of consciousness and hide it in the different plants that had begun to bear fruit, and spread rumors that there was a heaven and earth spirit plant that was blooming and bearing fruit.

As long as someone with a weak mind touches the fruit, or someone who is greedy for the abundant spiritual power contained in it and takes it, or a high-level monk who has failed in many calamities and seeks to reshape the Nascent Soul, this ray of spiritual consciousness will instantly invade the fruit. The body, seized and reborn.

This abacus was indeed well calculated, but the person did not expect that the person who picked the fruit was actually an existence without spiritual power and no so-called soul consciousness.

After listening to it, Lin Yuan not only didn't feel relieved, but became even more entangled. "Where did you know this?"

Mo didn't even lift his eyes: "Search for the soul."

"There is only a sliver of divine consciousness left, can we still search for it?"

"Yes." Mo looked at him inexplicably: "Otherwise, how could I bring back something unknown."

While speaking, the feathers on Lin Yuan's face grew more and more, and even his legs had turned into sharp animal claws.Mo waved his hand at him: "Go and absorb this spiritual power, I have something to talk about later."

This look was really uncomfortable, even with the feathers on it, Lin Yuan still felt his butt hurt from the stone bench, so he shut his mouth and stopped asking, and ran to the eaves to curl up into a ball.

It was still sunny just now, but suddenly the clouds were overcast, and there was a faint rumble of thunder.

All the monks in Lizhou stopped talking and moving, and looked at the sky in unison.

The secret realm is about to open, but someone is crossing the catastrophe near the entrance. Looking at the purple lightning flashing and jumping in the clouds, it is estimated that it is the ninth level of catastrophe.

"Oh, I'm really not afraid of death." The woman in red was leaning against the window, her breasts were half exposed, her legs were crossed, and her left hand was tapping her knee repeatedly.

Who doesn't know that the breakthrough period is the most vulnerable time for a monk, even if this person has survived the nine-fold thunder calamity, in Lizhou, where there are so many masters, with a broken body after the catastrophe, can he still survive?

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Half a month has passed since the opening of Ling Bo's secret realm.

"This is a trap! Otherwise, how could everyone know about the birth of such a secret realm after only a few days!?"

A monk with only one arm and one left eye yelled angrily. His anger involved internal injuries, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

No one responded.

When they saw that beam of light ten days ago, all the cultivators felt a chill—there was something wrong with this secret realm.

It stands to reason that when any secret realm was opened in the past, monks had to hold tokens to enter.

The keepsake is made by the capable person of the Artifact Refining Sect. One of the necessary materials is something dropped when the secret realm was born, or vegetation, or gold and stone. Without it, the keepsake will be useless.

The keepsake contains countless complex and cumbersome formations, which are used to resist a series of defensive settings brought by the secret realm itself, so as to prevent the cultivators who enter the secret realm from dying before their feet hit the ground.

But this time, not only did the secret realm not drop anything, but a strange light appeared when it was opened.

No one could accurately describe the beam of light. Some people saw flying fairies dancing in the brilliant lights, while others saw the bones of the undead howling and crawling out of the purple light mist.

When everyone came back to their senses, all those who witnessed the beam of light were sucked into the secret realm without landing.

What kind of secret realm is that? Even the experienced senior monks couldn't help turning pale when they saw the scene in front of them.

There are mountains of corpses and flesh and blood on the ground.

There was a weird feeling of wetness under the feet, sticky and soft.

——They stepped on the "land" formed by the remains of corpses, and every step they took, they might die tragically.