Chapter 463: Spirit Inheritance!

"Very good, very inspirational, you see, I am almost moved to tears by you!"

Yang Fan reached out and wiped away tears that didn't exist on his face, and looked at Mr. Wuliu sincerely.

This is a phantom with ideals and pursuits.

Every person or shadow with a dream is worthy of respect.

Ok.

The premise is that he doesn't have any conflicts with himself. Otherwise, even if he is a phantom, Yang Fan can guarantee that his mother won't recognize him.

And unfortunately.

The black-hearted old man in front of him has successfully touched Yang Fan's bottom line.

Mr. Wuliu shuddered unconsciously.

Yang Fan disguised himself very well, and he didn't feel any malice from Yang Fan, but seeing Yang Fan's fake action of wiping his tears, Mr. Wuliu couldn't help but a very appropriate word appeared in his mind.

The cat cries for the mouse.

False compassion!

This guy doesn't seem like someone who is so easily moved, maybe he has murderous intentions towards him at this moment.

"So, what is the reward for this level?"

Yang Fan continued to ask persistently, and the abruptness of the topic change gave Mr. Wuliu a headache.

no surprise.

This greedy fellow has no sympathy at all.

The reason why I haven't done anything until now is because I am thinking about the reward for clearing the last level.

Mr. Wuliu felt very heartbroken.

He waited here for more than 400 years, and finally cultivated to the point where he can transform the virtual soul into reality, and he can escape from the trap by changing his body through parasitic changes. In the end, he waited for such a bear, God is deliberately playing tricks him?

None of the good old people who used to be good-for-nothings are gone?

Are young people these days all so perverted and so sympathetic?

Mr. Wuliu was very sad,

It felt like he had been struggling in the secret realm for so long, but in the end it was just to make a wedding dress for the little pervert in front of him. He refused to accept it, he was unwilling, and he was not angry.

"You have been in the fantasy reality of the heaven-level psionic magic array for a minute, and your heart has been touched. The understanding of the fantasy reality array has been further deepened, the experience of the array has improved, and the skill proficiency +10."

In Yang Fan's ears, there was a system prompt again, that the outside world's heaven-level phantom array could no longer provide him with more skill experience, and the use value of Mr. Wuliu in front of him seemed to have come to an end.

I kept him before, just because I was worried that if the old man's mind and soul collapsed, the heaven-level phantom array he had built would disappear with it.

Now, to Yang Fan, the heavenly magic formation has become a dispensable tasteless rib, so correspondingly, he doesn't care so much about the existence of a phantom of the soul.

A spirit phantom, like a mentally ill, thinking about taking this and replacing that all day long, as if other people's lives are not important, only his freedom is the most precious thing in this world.

It is too dangerous to live in the world with such unstable factors. As the justice envoy of the federal human race, Yang Fan feels that he must take on the important task of killing demons and protecting the latecomers.

so.

Let him become a soul refining pill.

It can also be regarded as waste utilization, which can be used to benefit more spiritual masters and blood warriors.

"Master! Is this little bastard finally trying to kill this old man?!"

Sensing the sudden burst of murderous intent from Yang Fan, Mr. Wuliu's expression changed.

It wasn't until this time that he realized that facing death, he was not as calm as he imagined.

The so-called seeing through life and death is all fucking nonsense.

Life is short, he has lived for more than four hundred years, and he has not lived enough, let alone other people.

"I'll tell you!" Mr. Wuliu said hastily: "Little friend, take your time, I will tell you everything!"

The corner of Yang Fan's mouth twitched.

Cowardly so soon?

He hasn't used any means yet, should he give in so soon?

Did not expect ah did not expect.

Such a guy with bushy eyebrows, big eyes, and immortal demeanor turned out to be a traitor with an unstable stance, so I despise him.

Anyway, you stick to it for one second or two seconds, hey!

Seeing that Yang Fan didn't say a word, Mr. Wuliu continued: "Actually, I didn't lie to you before. The condition for clearing this last level is that you must comprehend the practice of dreaming reality, the heavenly illusion array, to the spiritual realm."

"It's just that the old man has been hiding his selfishness all these years. He will not provide any hints and help on the way to any passers-by. Usually, he will make a pot of Daqianmen and send them away!"

"And the old man is also because every few decades or hundreds of years, he can use the light of the passer to drink a cup or two of the ninth-level spirit tea to increase the power of the soul, so he is becoming stronger and stronger, and he has a breakthrough that is enough to rebirth. ability."

"You and the little friend Wang Zhe outside are the first human races who have broken through and entered this place for the first time in the past 50 years. However, the power of the soul of the little friend is too great. You, if it weren't for the little friend who has been aggressive since then, the old man would not have thought of choosing that little boy with a lot of poor mental talent."

Yang Fan's face darkened.

These words are a bit worrying.

What does it mean to be poor in spiritual talent? It's obviously a bit refreshing, okay?

Such an adult, why can't even say a word, really!

Thanks to this being in his sea of ​​consciousness space, Wang Zhe couldn't hear the conversation between them at all, otherwise he didn't know how he would be hit.

"There's so much nonsense, let's be straightforward. What are the customs clearance rewards?"

Yang Fan was a little impatient, the old man was getting more and more smeared, it was just a matter of one sentence, he insisted on rambling and delaying time, did he have such a strong desire to survive?

A second of life counts as a second?

Mr. Wuliu smacked his lips twice.

After all, young people really have no patience at all.

"The real customs clearance reward is actually a part of the source of the soul in the old man, a part of the source of the soul that has the memory of the fantasy reality heaven-level phantom array."

"To put it bluntly, this level is a trial of inheritance, a trial of inheritance about illusion masters, and the carrier of the inheritance is the origin of the soul of the old man!"

"The old man didn't deliberately deceive you about the inheritance of the formation diagram before, because if the old man has not awakened self-awareness, as long as you can meet the basic conditions for mastering the illusion of fantasy and reality, you will get the corresponding spiritual inheritance."

Yang Fan was stunned.

No wonder the old man has been shirking all this time, always trying to get rid of Mo's remaining spiritual tea, and trying to drive them out of the checkpoint as soon as possible.

It turns out that the root of everything is here.

Once someone clears the level, Mr. Wuliu needs to split a part of the origin of the spirit and soul as an inheritance and give it to the level passer. It can not only inherit the experience of the array, but also use it to strengthen the foundation of the level. The super-spiritual tea's anti-sky effect is not as good, and it is even more direct and appropriate.

It can be seen that the people who set up these chance levels at the beginning have considered almost all aspects for the later passers.

The only thing he didn't expect was that the phantom of the god he left behind was able to give birth to spiritual wisdom, and also learned to steal and play tricks to get away with it.

For Mr. Wuliu, who was originally a phantom of the soul, it would be too painful to just give away the source of the soul that he cultivated so hard to others for nothing. Dividing the source of the soul is simply cutting the flesh from his body.

After all, such a loss of mind and soul, even with the supplement of level nine spiritual tea, definitely cannot be recovered in a short time. When he has no self-awareness, he may still be able to be selfless.

But now that he has his own spiritual will, and the survival instinct to cherish life and body, it is naturally impossible for him to weaken himself and strengthen others like before.

Stealing, raping, playing tricks, and perfunctory things have almost become inevitable.

"However, this girl has been greedy for so many ninth-level spiritual teas, and has been hiding here for more than four hundred years. His soul must be rich, right?"

Although there are restrictions on level nine spiritual tea, it does not mean that a person can only drink one cup in a lifetime.

Like panacea and elixir, they all have a periodic limit, such as one year, such as two years, as long as the resistance period passes, they can still be taken again.

Mr. Wuliu has stayed in the secret realm for more than four hundred years, and he must have saved more than one or two cups of level nine spiritual tea. If all of them are absorbed by him and refined into his own soul power, then the source of his current soul must have been strengthened to the point of inhumanity.

Yang Fan stared blankly at Mr. Wuliu.

The corners of the mouth feel a little wet.

Saliva flowed out unconsciously.

"Then what are we waiting for now?" Yang Fan couldn't wait any longer: "Let me have a taste of the inheritance of spirit and soul first!"

The corner of Mr. Wuliu's mouth twitched.

This little boy is indeed a wolf, and he has no sympathy at all.

The old man has already described himself so badly that tears are about to flow out, but he still refuses to let the old man go.

"Little friend Yang Fan, your illusionary reality illusion array has reached the state of Dzogchen, and there is really no need to accept this so-called illusion array inheritance."

"Besides, you just drank a cup of Daqianmen, and now the source of the soul has become saturated. If you rashly absorb the source of the refining old man's soul, aren't you afraid that your sea of ​​consciousness space will be burst?"

So what about the 30,000-kilometer Sea of ​​Consciousness space? It also has its own limit. As long as the power of the soul exceeds this limit, it will explode as it should.

this.

In fact, it is also the reason why Mr. Wuliu can barely maintain his composure until now.

Yang Fan has just absorbed a cup of Daqianmen, and now his soul is saturated, and he will definitely not rashly absorb excess soul power in a short time.

This is where his vitality lies.

He bet that a young man like Yang Fan would not have the same perseverance and patience as him, and he could spend ten or eight years in order to refine the spiritual power in a cup of ninth-level spiritual tea.

Yang Fan was stunned: "Who said I'm going to absorb and refine your soul source, and I'm not stupid, how could I seek my own death at this time?"

Mr. Wuliu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words. Fortunately, this kid's sanity is still there, and he is not crazy.

"However," Yang Fan continued, "Didn't I tell you before that besides being a Psychiatrist, Beast Trainer and now an Illusion Array Master, I am also a pretty good soul refiner?" Master?"

"What?! Soul refiner?!"

Mr. Wuliu suddenly jumped up from the small boat with a startled sound. Without saying a word, he turned around and ran, running very fast!

Nima!

Long live!

The year is not good!

How could this little bastard be a soul refiner? This can be regarded as his old life!

If the arrest of the soul is the natural nemesis of these phantoms of the soul, then the soul refiner is simply the executioner who hunts them down.

In the external publicity in the Human Race Federation, it seems that the soul refiner can only refine the source of the beast soul of the monster, and it will not have a strong restraint effect on the human race's own soul.

But Mr. Wuliu's memory told him that it was all nonsense.

Regardless of whether it is a monster race or a human race, there is no fundamental difference in the origin of their souls. If those soul refiners really want to be ruthless, even the souls of the kings of the human race may not be unable to refine them!

I can't afford it at all!