The night is like ink, and the stars and the moon shine together.
Ling Xian sat cross-legged under the pear blossom tree, like an old monk in a trance, moving and moving.
He sorted out the information he learned from Bai Yudie and summarized it.
In his perception, the martial soul can be divided into two parts, one is form, and the other is ability.
Only by achieving these two points can it be possible to condense the martial soul.
For people born and raised in the Xuanwu Continent, there is no need to consider these two points at all, because the martial soul is a godsend.
However, for Ling Xian, these two points had to be considered.
Otherwise, he didn't want to condense the martial spirit.
"The form is easy to say, with my infinitely close to the seventh realm, I should be able to change the form of the primordial infant, but the most important thing for the martial soul is ability."
"This, what to do."
Ling Xian's brows tightened, he fell into deep thought, and he was also in trouble.
He is not a sky, nor a god, and it is impossible for him to create abilities out of thin air.
In other words, he couldn't do the most important thing about the martial soul.
This disappointed Ling Xianmulu, knowing that he was most likely out of luck with the martial spirit, but he was unwilling.
I finally came to a new world, and I met a magical martial spirit, if I didn't get it, wouldn't it be in vain "There must be a way, I don't believe that the martial souls of all the people in the Xuanwu Continent are all given by God, there is definitely another way."
Ling Xian muttered to himself, his gaze gradually turning firm.
Martial soul, he must be condensed After that, he began to try to deform the Yuan Baby.
There is no way, Ling Xian is a person from the Eternal Immortal Star, it would be good not to be rejected by this heaven and earth, naturally it is impossible to be like a native of the Xuanwu Continent.
You don't have to think about anything, as long as you have the talent, you can condense the martial soul.
For him, everything has to be done on his own.
And his first step is to change the form of the soul first, and only by doing this can he be qualified to attach abilities to the soul "Try the simplest first, change the Yuan Infant into a whip."
Ling Xian's expression was solemn, controlling the transformation of the Yuan Infant, to be precise, it was elongated into a straight line.
Originally, he thought that with his control over the soul, it would not be difficult to do such a thing.
But the moment he started it, he realized how difficult it was. pain Pain deep into the bone marrow Rao was with Ling Xian's strong will, and cold sweat also oozed from his forehead, and even his face was a little distorted.
It can't be helped, he's transforming his soul, which is more painful than transforming his body In addition, the matter is also extremely dangerous.
After all, this is the most fragile soul, and the slightest carelessness can cause irreparable damage.
"Hold on, if you give up the first time, then it's even harder to do it after that."
Ling Xian gritted his teeth and was unyielding.
He carefully controlled the Yuan Infant and let it extend in the direction of a whip, and basically every breath passed, his pain became more intense.
In the end, even he couldn't help but scream.
It's too painful, that is, he, if he is replaced by someone else, I am afraid he will not even have the courage to try.
And as time passed, Ling Xian's pain had finally paid off.
I saw that the form of the Yuan Infant gradually disappeared, and was replaced by a colorful divine whip, with the rhyme flowing and the light soaring to the sky.
This made Ling Xian breathe a long sigh of relief, and although his body was already wet with sweat, his starry eyes flashed with joy and relief.
Succeeded, he succeeded in making Yuan Ying change his form "It's not easy."
Ling Xian sighed with emotion, rested for a long time, and barely recovered some of his spirits.
After that, he tried again.
Just because the whip is only the simplest form, it only needs to be drawn into a straight line, and he has to try to be complex "Try the flowers, it's harder than a whip, it's simpler than the white jade butterfly embroidered by Suzhou, it's just right for me now."
Muttering to himself, Ling Xian tried again, and the moment he made his move, boundless pain struck.
No way, compared to a straight line, flowers are undoubtedly several times more difficult, and they require very strong control.
Ling Xian has this kind of control.
Not only the divine soul, but also his control of mana and physical body is also very powerful.
Therefore, it is not difficult to condense flowers, but it is rare to have a pain that goes deep into the bone marrow.
But fortunately, Ling Xian's willpower was very strong, and he survived the heart-rending pain and transformed Yuan Ying into a flower.
It is suspended in mid-air, really like a colorful divine flower, vivid and lifelike.
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"Yes, although I don't have special abilities, I can change my form, which is a big gain."
Ling Xian smiled faintly, quite pleased.
After that, he tried again, changing the Yuan Infant into a more complex form.
And just like that, the days passed.
At the beginning, Ling Xian was still in heart-wrenching pain, dead and alive.
But as time passed, he had gotten used to the pain and didn't feel it anymore.
In this way, it is undoubtedly a lot simpler to change the form of the original baby.
As a result, Ling Xian became more and more proficient, constantly challenging more complex forms.
In the end, he had changed Yuan Ying into Bai Yudie It is exactly the same as the martial soul of Su Xiu, and it is also so vivid, like a real butterfly.
This made Ling Xian smile with relief, knowing that he had already done a perfect job of changing his form.
Next, as long as the special ability is attached to the Yuan Baby, it can be regarded as condensing the martial soul "After half a year of pain, it finally paid off."
The corners of Ling Xian's mouth were raised, revealing a smile of satisfaction and joy.
Although his Divine Soul still does not have special abilities, the attempts of the past year have made his control of the Divine Soul to a higher level, which is undoubtedly a huge gain, not to mention that the Yuan Infant has changed its form, and it can also have a surprising effect.
Therefore, Ling Xian was quite satisfied.
At this moment, Su Qin suddenly walked into the small courtyard, and his steps were obviously a little anxious.
This made Ling Xian frown slightly, and said, "What happened?"
"Trouble is coming."
Su Qin's expression was solemn, and he said, "The one who comes is the murderer who destroyed your Zhang family." ” Hearing this, Ling Xian immediately showed a hateful expression, and his face looked a little hideous.
Of course, this is pretended, he has nothing to do with the Zhang family, how can he have any hatred "I received news that those people have arrived in Qicheng and contacted the three families of Qin, Zhao and Sima."
Su Qin smiled bitterly and said, "Thinking about it, I am planning to do something to my Su family." ” "I'm sorry, it's me who has caused the Su family."
Ling Xian looked apologetic, this was not pretended, but from the heart.
I also knew with my toes that the people who destroyed the Zhang family must have heard that Zhang Junyu was still alive, so they chased after Qicheng.
If he didn't pretend to be Zhang Junyu's identity, he would naturally not chase after him.
"Junyu, what are you talking about, we are already a family."
"What's more, if it weren't for you, my Su family would have lost its position as the controller a long time ago."
"So, don't say anything about apologies, the top priority is to think about how to break the situation."
Su Qin's expression was serious, and his eyebrows were full of melancholy.
However, Ling Xian was calm, not to mention worried, not even under pressure.
Although he was seriously injured, he has recovered somewhat in the past six months of recuperation.
At the very least, it is more than enough to deal with the Qin Zhao Sima family
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