Chapter 186 Condensing Soul Power

When you arrive at the Holy Land, you are completely safe.

Due to the power of the emperor's soldiers, no monster dared to set foot here, not even the three-headed monster king.

"The energy is so strong, I feel like I am in a sea of ​​essence. This spirit vein is definitely bigger than the two of Yanzong and Huoyunzong. My son, hurry up and let the mysterious thing be brought!"

The little guy's eyes were flooded, his mouth was drooling, and he began to encourage him.

How could Wutian listen to it, and went straight to the stone pagoda, but he was also very surprised. According to the concentration of essence, the spirit vein under the Holy Land should be a medium-sized spirit vein.

Spirit veins are also divided into levels.

The spirit veins of Huoyunzong and Yanzong can give birth to about one million essences a year, and these belong to small spirit veins.

The essence that a medium-sized spirit vein can produce in a year reaches more than 10 million, which is a difference of ten times. Because of this, the strength of the Shura Hall is several times stronger than that of the Huoyan School.

As for the large-scale spiritual veins, the essence that can be born every year is several times that of the medium-sized spiritual veins.

With a large spiritual vein, one can rule the continent. However, Wutian only read the relevant records in the parchment scroll. As for whether there is one in Qinglongzhou, he still does not know.

"Two little bastards, you are finally here!"

While in a trance, an old voice sounded from the stone tower.

Wutian raised his head, followed the sound, and saw an old man with white hair and beard blowing his beard and staring in front of a stone window on the eighth floor of the stone pagoda.

This person is the old twelve.

When he saw the two people below, Old Twelve became annoyed.

It's been two years. I thought that with the strength of the two of them, I could reach the Holy Land in at most two months, but I didn't expect that it took more than two years.

If you enter the state of retreat, more than two years is nothing, and it will pass in the blink of an eye.

But he didn't dare to retreat, for fear that these two shameless wild boys would be left unattended after they came and would bring disaster to the Holy Land. He has been waiting for the idea of ​​getting Lingmai and Huangbing.

It took more than two years to wait for this class, which was an indescribable torture for such a master, so the old twelve was very angry.

Especially seeing the two of them leisurely, their faces glowing red, they didn't look like they were practicing at all, but they were playing, and the anger in their hearts was not in the same place.

The force of the wind gushed out, Wutian flew up, landed in the stone pagoda, cupped his hands and said: "I have seen you, senior."

The old twelve said angrily: "You still know that I am a senior? You know why you didn't come quickly? I made the old man wait for so long, believe it or not, I killed you two?"

The little guy yelled: "Come and kill us quickly, Lord Frog doesn't want to live anyway, it's better to die than to be taken away by you, little emperor, you say yes!"

"En!" Wutian nodded very cooperatively.

"Two little bastards, it's the opposite, right? If you don't teach yourself a lesson today, you won't know what it means to respect the old and love the young!"

Old Twelve slapped him away, but suddenly a strange light flashed across his eyes, he retracted his waved palm, and said lightly: "This old man is a true sage, don't care about like you juniors, come with me , the old man began to teach you the way of restraint."

After finishing speaking, Old Twelve held his white beard, walked to the futon in the center, and sat cross-legged.

There is a space of about 20 feet in the pagoda, which is not very large, and there are no decorations, only three futons are placed on the ground, plain and simple, but very neat.

Wutian walked to the futon opposite the old twelve and sat down, and glanced towards the top of the tower from the corner of his eye. He felt a thrilling aura from above. This aura was very familiar, it was the Sun Moon Divine Disk.

"Stinky boy, what are you looking at? I warn you, if you dare to play with the sun and moon gods, the old man Jedi will take your skin off, but I guess you don't have the ability to do so."

The little guy said: "Old guy, you're so wordy, let's start now."

The old twelve raised his brows when he heard the words: "Shut up, it's none of your business, if you don't rest quietly, stay aside, the old man will slap you out!"

Then, he straightened his face, looked at Wutian, and said: "I believe you know what a restriction is. The old man will not explain further, and directly enter the topic."

Wutian nodded, looking serious, listening attentively.

Seeing this expression, the old twelve nodded in satisfaction, and continued to speak

"To practice the way of restraint, the most important thing is soul power, and soul power is not innate, it must rely on acquired tempering, here we have to mention talent, if you have this talent, you will be able to condense it soon. If you don't have soul power, no matter how hard you try, there will be no results."

"The second is comprehension. After condensing the soul power, it doesn't mean that you can become a forbidden teacher immediately. You still need to study and study the forbidden talisman. Only when you have a thorough understanding of all the profound meanings in it can you start to practice the forbidden talisman. Forbidden Talisman."

The little guy wondered: "And then?"

The old twelve ignored it directly, and said to Wutian: "The first step is to condense your soul power first. If you can't even condense your soul power, it's useless to talk about the latter."

Wutian nodded and asked, "How to condense?"

The old twelve smiled and said: "It's very simple, just use the essence to refine the soul. In order not to waste time, the old man will set up a soul-condensing restriction to help you. If you have this talent, you can refine it in a year or two." Out of soul power."

Seeing his expression, for some reason, a feeling of uneasiness gradually came to mind, Wutian frowned indistinctly, and nodded in response.

Seeing this, an inexplicable light flashed in Old Twelve's old eyes, as if a trick had succeeded, and with a wave of his hand, the next moment, the three of them appeared on the grassland outside the stone pagoda.

"Soul Concentration Restriction, Success!"

After standing still, the old twelve pointed in front of him, and a gray forbidden talisman flew out from his sleeve, suspended in mid-air, and then shone with light, falling down to the gray horses, forming a light shield, covering all Zhang Tiandi.

"Okay, you can go in, but remember to condense your soul power, don't be distracted, and keep calm no matter what happens." The old twelve smiled.

Wutian glanced at him full of deep meaning, and walked towards the gray mask, his eyes shone brightly, because this sentence was very familiar, Yan Zhen also said the same thing before arranging to seize the house in Beast King Mountain.

However, he wasn't too worried, even if Old Twelve had tricks, it was just a prank, and he wouldn't really want his life like Yan Zhen did.

"Go in and take a look, too!"

The little guy turned into a golden light and followed him away.

When the two of them entered the gray mask, the old twelve smiled shamelessly, completely different from the previous fairy-tale appearance, as if they were two different people.

"Stinky boy, let you feel embarrassed, the old man wants to let you know today, what will happen to you if you don't respect the old!"

As he said that, the old twelve waved his withered hand, and a forbidden talisman flew out again, floating beside the soul-condensing forbidden talisman, and then shot out black lightning bolts, piercing through the gray mask, and falling into the forbidden talisman!