Chapter 107 Three Ravens

In this way, Yuan Ming followed the silver cat all the way west and stepped into the territory of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

When night fell, the silver cat took him to a valley and found an open stone platform to stop.

"Prepare the refining potion here?" Yuan Ming asked.

The silver cat looked up at the hazy full moon that had just risen in the sky, and the voice sounded in Yuan Ming's sea of ​​consciousness at the same time: "The soul belongs to yin, and the yin energy here is strong, which is just suitable for the soul to transform into a shape."

Yuan Ming nodded and took out the four spiritual materials.

The silver cat immediately waved its claws, and several things appeared on the ground.

Yuan Ming took a look and found a set of medicine pounding utensils, a silver knife, a medicine cauldron, and a jade bowl.

"Handle the spiritual materials according to what is written here." The silver cat said, raised his front foot, and a ball of paper flew towards Yuan Ming, then ran to the side, lay down, and closed his eyes.

Yuan Ming took the paper ball, unfolded it and took a look at it, then he took out the ghost face grass according to the instructions, cut it into pieces with a silver knife, and pounded it into powder in a mortar.

Then, he flattened the black scale fruit with a knife and squeezed out the brown juice. The purple core pollen was not processed much, and it was mixed with water to make it viscous.

Finally, Yuan Ming put everything, including the Yin marrow fluid, into the medicine cauldron, added water, lit a fire, boiled it, and boiled it into half a bowl of black medicine juice.

After a while, the medicine juice cooled and turned into a semi-viscous state, flashing a faint fluorescence.

Yuan Ming sniffed it gently and smelled a faint herbal smell.

"How is it?" Yuan Ming looked at the silver cat.

The silver cat opened one eye, looked at the black medicine juice carefully, and nodded lazily.

Yuan Ming was relieved when he heard it. He only had one spiritual material prepared, and there was no second chance.

After Yuan Ming calmed down, he continued to follow the instructions on the paper, took out the white water drop bottle, pulled out the stopper, and immediately a faint smell of blood emanated.

It was the blood of the white-feathered raven.

He carefully turned the bottle sideways and dripped three drops of blood into the black medicine.

The blood had just dripped into the jade bowl and came into contact with the previous liquid. Before it was stirred and mixed, it immediately made a "hissing" sound, like cold water poured on a red-hot iron, bubbling up bubbles.

Yuan Ming hurriedly used a silver knife to stir it in the jade bowl.

Soon, the blood and the medicine were mixed together, no longer bubbling big bubbles, but a layer of fine bubbles.

Yuan Ming held the jade bowl in his palm and began to carefully transfer magic power into the bowl.

As his magic power flowed in, a hazy light lit up on the jade bowl, and a circle of complex runes began to light up on the inner side of the bowl wall, rippling a strange wave.

Yuan Ming immediately felt that there was a cold and a hot energy in the bowl, and the two energies chased each other.

This process lasted for a cup of tea before it finally stopped. The black medicine in the jade bowl quickly faded and turned dark blue. Countless shadow-like black flocs swam in the medicine, as if alive, looking extremely magical.

Yuan Ming only took a look, and without the silver cat saying anything, he knew that the body-refining medicine liquid was considered to be refined.

"The body-refining medicine liquid has been refined, now stick this soul-melting talisman on the center of the eyebrows." The silver cat had woken up at some point, scratched the ground with its claws, and a dark red talisman paper fell in front of it.

Yuan Ming picked it up and found that the talisman paper was less than two inches long, and a small and exquisite rune was drawn on it with golden lines.

He naturally didn't recognize the rune, but from the smooth and complex rune lines, he could tell that it was many times more advanced than those he learned for refining.

But looking at the rune, he hesitated again.

"You begged me to teach you the soul cultivation technique. Why are you afraid now?" The ethereal voice of the silver cat sounded in his mind, with the usual mocking tone.

Yuan Ming smiled and raised his hand to stick the talisman paper on his forehead.

The next moment, he felt his forehead heat up, and the talisman paper burned by itself and turned into ashes.

But the rune was printed on his forehead.

"Why don't you use the Dark Moon Technique to absorb it?" The voice of the silver cat sounded again.

Yuan Ming no longer hesitated, picked up the jade bowl, raised his head and swallowed it in one gulp.

Then, he immediately sat cross-legged, pinched his hands, held the incense burner in his arms, and started to practice the "Dark Moon Technique".

The silver cat narrowed his eyes and stared at the incense burner in his arms. He raised his head and twisted his neck. A rare look of comfort appeared in his eyes, and then he lay down not far from Yuan Ming.

The watery moonlight sprinkled on the man and the cat, putting a layer of hazy gauze on them.

As the liquid medicine entered his mouth, a stream of alternating hot and cold liquid flowed down his throat and into Yuan Ming's abdomen.

Boom!

Yuan Ming felt a muffled thunder in his body and suddenly opened his eyes.

Then, a heat like steam rose from his lower abdomen, swept through all the meridians in his upper body, and gathered towards his head and face.

Yuan Ming's body couldn't help but tremble, and his vision began to become blurred and he couldn't see anything.

However, his mind involuntarily sank into the sea of ​​consciousness and opened the inner vision.

Yuan Ming immediately saw that in his sea of ​​consciousness, streams of warm air continued to gather and began to merge with his soul power, causing his soul to expand like inflating, almost bursting his head.

"Keep your mind, operate the Dark Moon Technique, and absorb the power of the medicine!" The voice of the silver cat was like a huge bell in the sea of ​​consciousness, shaking and ringing.

Yuan Ming immediately gathered his mind and began to recite the formula silently, operating the Dark Moon Technique.

The power of the soul in his mind then circulated, forming a vortex of soul power that quickly refined the incoming heat.

As the billowing heat flowed in, the power of his soul turned into a huge blue mist ball, in which white light and black cotton-like objects could be seen.

The white light is trying to absorb the black cotton wool, and the black cotton wool is struggling, trying to escape from the fog ball.

While the black cotton wool struggled and collided, Yuan Ming also felt the pain as if his soul was being torn apart.

The pain was sharp, intense, and simply unbearable.

Yuan Ming just relied on his strong mind, which was tempered by the backlash of the hair-covering technique for many years, to endure it.

His mind was staring at the fog ball in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the more he looked at it, the weirder it felt.

The black cotton wool trying to break free looked like a struggling black crow waving its wings.

"The fused white-feathered raven that Silver Cat mentioned was not just one. How could there be so many?" Yuan Ming couldn't help but have such a strange thought in his mind.

But at this moment, he couldn't allow him to be distracted and think too much, so he could only endure the severe pain and run the Ming Yue Jue with all his strength.

At the same time, the runes on his eyebrows lit up and turned into a soft golden light, gradually sinking into his forehead and disappearing.

Yuan Ming suddenly felt relieved, his mood gradually became ethereal, and refining immediately became smoother.

Time passed bit by bit, and the full moon gradually moved into the sky.

Yuan Ming's whole body was already soaked with sweat, and his whole body looked like he had been fished out of a bucket.

But at this moment, his eyes suddenly opened, and two shining lights shot out, like two flashes of lightning in the dark night.

A ball of black light floated in the air in his sea of ​​consciousness. It suddenly swelled and a black shadow flew out.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third ones also flew out one after another.

In Yuan Ming's eyebrows, three black ravens with white feathers on their eyebrows also flew out one after another, circling and dancing around Yuan Ming's head, rising and falling.

"It actually succeeded..."

The silver cat looked up and saw this scene, and couldn't help but be surprised in his strange-colored pupils.

At this moment, Yuan Ming felt even more surprised. Three side-by-side images seemed to be projected in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the images inside were from the perspectives of three ravens.

As soon as he thought, the three ravens immediately flew up and flew away in different directions in the distance.

The picture that appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness immediately zoomed in and out, showing a different scene.

This feeling was very strange, and Yuan Ming was a little uncomfortable with it for a while. He always felt like he couldn't take care of him, as if he didn't know where to look.

As the three ravens flew further and further away, the area in Yuan Ming's sight became larger and larger. It was as if his soul was flying away, but there was no such thing as the feeling when the soul was leaving the body. The feeling of being blown away by the wind.

Only then did he understand what it felt like to have his soul need sustenance.

However, within a moment, Yuan Ming felt tired. The sight of the three ravens that flew away became increasingly blurry, as if they were about to fall asleep.

Yuan Ming quickly cheered up and called all three ravens back.

When all three ravens disappeared between his eyebrows again, the sense of fragmentation of multitasking and seeing things from three perspectives gradually disappeared, and the previous fatigue was relieved a lot.

Yuan Ming took a breath, rubbed his eyebrows, and slowly opened his eyes.

"How do you feel?" Silver Cat's voice immediately sounded in his mind.

"The essence and blood didn't come from a white-feathered raven, right?" Yuan Ming didn't answer, but asked.

"Of course not. I thought you could refine one at most, but I didn't expect it would be three." Silver Cat looked at him and said.

"Is there any difference?" Yuan Ming asked.

"Spreading out more perspectives can bring about a broader field of vision. But at the same time, the consumption of soul power has also tripled." Silver Cat replied.

"No wonder I felt tired after just a short while." Yuan Ming said.

"Remember, although the soul ravens can be regenerated with the help of your soul power, once they are killed, your soul will be damaged. If three of them are killed at the same time, your soul will also be in danger of breaking apart." It is related to the cultivation of the soul. Silver Cat spoke particularly carefully.

"Thank you." Yuan Ming took note of it carefully. Based on his experience, it seems that with his current soul power, it is better to only use a raven if it is not necessary. If a problem is discovered, it must be taken back in time to avoid any accidents. .

"Your soul has been successfully refined. Let's see what abilities have been awakened." Silver Cat paused and then said.