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"I……"

Chunyu paused, and said seriously: "My consciousness is still mine, but the body you see is not."

Although he described it strangely, he didn't give people a scary feeling. This was entirely due to his personal charm. Du Hanzhang lowered his guard and said, "Patriarch, where's your body?"

"Refined by this cauldron."

It was an unbearable memory, and Chunyu didn't want to bring it up again, so he took it all away, "The consciousness should have collapsed, but now I think it should be the credit of the swastikas of the same family printed on the four sides, which kept me clear."

"I don't quite understand what you mean," Du Hanzhang said suspiciously, "Since the consciousness belongs to you, then you are Chunyu, and the long time should be the same, but why do you still say that he is not long time?"

"It's not the same." Chunyu clenched his right hand, and the mist instantly formed a dagger at his fingertips.

Du Hanzhang thought it looked familiar, and upon closer inspection, he found that it was very similar to the one Yu Yiqin used before. He asked Chunyu, and the latter smiled and said, "The one in Xuelan's hand should be mine. , just happened to be where the magic energy in my cauldron circulates, in order to help him get out of trouble, I cut open the magic energy shield with a dagger and pushed him, and at the same time threw the dagger to him, trying to tell him where I am."

"So that's the case, but you should keep that dagger for self-defense, he saw you."

Chunyu smiled and said: "The one who was talking in a cloud of smoke at the time, I judged others by myself, and his eyesight has always been quite good."

Du Hanzhang was happy to agree with any compliment Yu Yiqin said, he smiled, and suddenly remembered something: "There are six talisman circles on his wrist, which you said were given to him when he escaped from the tripod, patriarch, what are those? "

Chunyu got stuck in the shell, a little dumbfounded: "That may be my skull."

Du Hanzhang was taken aback by his extraordinary gift.

It is true that foreigners have never been able to accept their strange customs. Seeing his astonishment, Chunyu was not angry, and explained: "There are memories I inherited from my ancestors on it. Maybe they are insignificant, but for us It is very important, so I gave it to Xue Lan. But it is also a part of my body, it may have been refined when it was released, and only the fragments of the imprints you mentioned remain."

"I can't say that. Those memories are very important. At least they can tell some people where they came from, such as Guishi's ghost clan and Nvyao's demon clan."

Chunyu actually liked to hear this, and after a few words of humility, he said: "Come back to business, let's continue talking about the devilish energy."

Du Hanzhang nodded his head, and saw Chunyu raised his knife and stabbed the mist without any hesitation. Then both of them saw the mist burst upwards, split into many strips at the top, and the small tree Like a vine wrapped around the tip of the knife.

It is actually resisting!

"When you came in, you should have seen those foggy figures. They are people whose spiritual knowledge is about to be refined. Once their spiritual knowledge is gone, they will disperse into this kind of mist. And this is not ordinary magic energy , it is conscious, you pay attention to it."

Chunyu moved very quickly, as soon as the black mist swirled around, his saber's posture changed immediately, from piercing and flattening to horizontal slashing, the tip of the saber dipped into the black mist and then tilted up, and a blue-green streak appeared on the saber. thin line.

It is thin and dim, very inconspicuous, but at the same time it seems to be active, "swimming" from the tip of the knife smoothly, and instantly disappeared in the black mist.

Du Hanzhang was taken aback immediately, and said doubtfully: "How can there be ghosts' soul threads in this devilish energy?"

Soul silk, as the name suggests, is the thread state of soul power. Humans and ghosts who have reached a certain level of cultivation have the ability to control the form of soul power. The soul knot that Du Hanzhang used to connect the spirit ape before is a relatively thick soul silk.

As the most special kind of spiritual body among the four worlds, the soul is a double-sided medium that can bind the human race and the ghost race together with life and death as the boundary. It is a human being in the flesh, and a ghost when it is independent.This is also one of the reasons why the human race is keen to commemorate the undead, but keeps secrets about monsters.

Chunyu said: "I am also puzzled, so I want to discuss it with you. Come on, you pay attention to the state of the devil energy around it when this kind of soul thread is picked up."

Du Hanzhang nodded his head, and watched him use the knife again.

Now that he and the demonic energy have merged into one, this action is tantamount to picking his own tendons. Pain is inevitable, but the interdependence of misfortune and fortune is not all bad. At least Chunyu's strike is very precise. One came out.

Du Hanzhang focused his attention on the location where he struck, and saw that after the soul thread was picked out, a few wisps of black mist immediately filled around it.

"Did you see it?" Chunyu raised his eyes and said.

"Well," Du Hanzhang replied, "After it was picked out, the surrounding fog seemed to loosen a bit."

Chunyu: "Yes, it is scattered. I have tried many times, and the conclusion is that this kind of soul silk is the key to gather the fog. It is well hidden, and it is difficult for outsiders to see it from the outside."

And the reason why he was able to discover it was purely due to thousands of years of "dependence on each other".

Du Hanzhang followed his words and guessed: "So it is these soul silks that control the magic energy?"

Chunyu hesitated for a moment before nodding: "Actually, I have no evidence, but I do think so."

"There is still a problem," Du Hanzhang analyzed, "You see, people like us who come in, after their aura is refined, the final flow is Lin Jing and the monsters he drives. He has no reason to let these monsters Qi is out of his control."

"This is where the contradiction lies, so I have a slightly bold guess." Chunyu's clear eyes seemed to have a kind of insightful wisdom, "Since a long time can be not a long time, and I can also be like me and not me, then you guys Whether the Lin Jing we saw is the real Mirror Demon, and whether he is a phantom woven by soul silk binding demon energy, who among us can be sure?"

"In addition," Chunyu said again, "we all think that the function of this cauldron is to refine the aura of humans, demons, and ghosts into demonic energy, but we have overlooked a problem. Since it can refine humans, demons and ghosts, it can't Can you refine the demons?"

Du Hanzhang's eyes shook, and he suddenly remembered Yu Yiqin's sentence that Lin Jing has changed a lot.

Chunyu's guess was a bit scary, as if everyone was a conspirator who disguised himself as an old friend, but after thinking about it carefully, Du Hanzhang felt that it seemed to explain some doubts.

For example, Lin Jing won Wuzheng hundreds of years ago, but waited until now to start revenge. Judging from his current strength, he doesn't need to lie dormant for so long at all, he just needs to make a yellow move in any period of war in the past Du Hanzhang was puzzled by this early on, but he couldn't find any evidence of something wrong.

Another is a very subtle point. Thousands of years ago, in the battle between humans and demons, they were actually losers with no winners. This does not conform to the laws of war.There are bound to be winners and losers in wars, so who benefited from the war back then?

On the surface, the human race is full of mourning, the demon race is sealed in Tujiang, and the demon race does not seem to be a winner. The demon race has lost many of its comrades, and the ghost race has seen a sharp increase and then a sharp decrease in the number in a short period of time. Vested interests, this situation is really weird.

The current soul silk seems to be pointing the finger at the ghost clan, Du Hanzhang said: "Do you suspect that there is someone else behind the conspiracy in Youyang City?"

Chunyu let out a "hmm", and suddenly there was a strong wind in the bamboo forest. He looked back at the way he came, and his eyes quickly became serious.

"Lin Jing came in, you hide aside first, I will test whether he has anything to do with the ghost clan, and then I will find a chance to send you out."

Du Hanzhang didn't move: "No need, every inch of devilish energy here is his eyes and ears, and I'll hide no matter where I go, I'll just stay here."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Jing's laughter came along with the turbulent dark clouds: "You are really a sensible person."

Du Hanzhang watched him emerge from the clouds and land lightly.

The people of the Jingu tribe probably have a tradition of being direct, and Chunyu didn't say much, and just said to each other: "Now I know you are not Lin Jing, who are you?"

Lin Jing's eyes were dimmed, and annoyance appeared on his face: "Joke, I'm not Lin Jing, are you?"

"He's not, and neither are you," Du Hanzhang stopped Chunyu sideways, and said defensively, "Is your real body a demon clan or a ghost clan?"

Lin Jing, who landed on the ground, sneered, flipped his hands and sprinkled a rain of arrows made of devilish energy: "I want to know, come and confirm for yourself."

A fight is unavoidable, and words cannot be overwhelmed. Du Hanzhang originally wanted to reply, "I have that intention", but when he stretched out his hand, the wooden slip appeared tremblingly, and the surrounding black mist gathered, and suddenly he and Du Hanzhang A tug-of-war is formed.

Fang Ding started his refinement so abruptly.

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Yu Yiqin refused to leave, Huang Xing came to intercede again, Sha'an let him go after reminding him of the precautions.

According to the practice in the institute, things with unstable energy fields like Fang Ding are usually stored in an independent basement with an enchantment.

At ten o'clock at night, the staff put the tripod into the house number given above and then locked it and left. Yu Yiqin was left sitting in the aisle facing the door. Above the door on his left, a square monitor was lit. Red dot.

This night, Yu Yiqin guarded the tripod, while above the ground, various departments were still operating non-stop.

One group is still examining Han Huaping, but he can't remember the inscriptions on the bronze ware heirloomed by his family clearly, so the swastika drawn according to his dictation can't be used.On the other hand, Wang Shuya's "curse" remained silent, which made everyone feel at a loss.

In the second group, Huang Xing is still interrogating.Ask the room to fight.

This time they interrogated the bone demon. I don't know if it was because of the same spirit as Wu Zheng, its vital signs became worse, its spirit was weak and in a trance, and sometimes it would answer irrelevant questions.

Huang Xing showed her the video of the phantom appearing on Wu Zheng's body, and asked her: "What's going on, do you know?"

The bone demon said that he didn't know, but tears rolled out of his eyes suddenly. Huang Xing asked her why she was crying, but she didn't answer, and kept crying and calling Wuzheng.

"How should I put it?" Chi Yan picked up the broken eggs in the fried noodles in the supper and said, "The feeling she gave me this time is a bit like the moment when Wuzheng's soul came out of his body, a bit, um...split."

Huang Xing's sense was not as sharp as hers. He raised his head and nodded two drops of eye drops, only feeling irritable.

This kind of days of being kept in the dark, I don't know when it will be the end.

At around three o'clock in the morning, Yu Yiqin took a nap and heard Du Hanzhang pushing him beside him, telling him to go home and go to sleep.

He was overjoyed, and stretched out his hand to grab the opponent's hand, but he didn't expect to miss it, and he was awakened by the weightlessness in his hand.After waking up, he stared at the cauldron for a long time, and realized for the first time that the night was so long.

Outside, the darkness and morning light ebb and flow, and the sky light comes slowly and silently.

Early the next morning, Duan Junxiu went to the provincial department of the Alien Prevention Office, followed by the glamorous cat demon at the same level as Yang Wu.

His stele was sent here for research, and Duan Junxiu came over to check if it really only had energy for him alone.

Duan Junxiu had acquaintances in the provincial department, and Sha'an also said hello in advance, and they drove straight all the way, and arrived at the place where the stele was placed smoothly.

Facts proved that Yu Yiqin's guess was correct. Although there was not much power left on the stele, when Duan Junxiu poured it with demonic power, it still glowed slightly, confirming that Duan Junxiu was the one it chose.

This result confirmed another guess to a certain extent, that is, Lin Jing was Fang Ding's choice.

After testing the stele, Duan Junxiu ran into Feng Wenbo in the lobby of the Provincial Department of the Alien Prevention Office. The two greeted each other, and Duan Junxiu asked Feng Wenbo what business he was here for.

Feng Wenbo said: "The research on the magic breath sent by the sub-bureau has made some progress. I'll get the results. How about you, Director Duan?"

"I'm here to take a look at that stele," Duan Junxiu didn't elaborate, but said with interest, "Can I ask Moxi what's the result here?"

Anyway, the report will be copied to the sub-bureau and the Monster Federation later, and his status is relatively high, Feng Wenbo didn't hide it, he was very straightforward: "Of course, the composition principle of the magic breath is not clear for the time being, but The research laboratory has invented an instrument that can roughly detect the breath of demons, so it will be much easier to find out where those monsters are hiding."

The technology of the human race is really powerful, Duan Junxiu praised a few words, turned and left the provincial compound, and called Yu Yiqin after going out.But after he dialed, he found that he was on the phone.

Yu Yiqin hung up on Duan Junxiu because he was talking to Guan Yaoquan.

The person Guan Yaoquan was looking for was Du Hanzhang, but because the other party's mobile phone was not in the service area, he called Yu Yiqin.

He asked Du Hanzhang what he was doing, and Yu Yiqin didn't want them to worry unnecessarily, so he prevaricated by taking a plane before asking the reason: "Do you have anything to do with him? I'll tell you later."

"Hey, it's not really a matter, it's just an anecdote. Aren't you looking for the three missing bronzes in the Yunliu Museum? The anti-theft of cultural relics over there just came out with something recently. There is a Stone drums, on which the origins of these bronze wares are recorded.

They are sacrificial utensils, there is nothing to say, what is the use of sacrificial offerings?It probably means a mythical tribe called Guishi. They can feed on people's mourning and wishes. In order to enjoy these better, they decided to hold a ceremony called filling people with ghosts. "