Chapter 216 The Essence of Slave Soul Skills (First update, please subscribe!)
Except for Warrior's Will and the two Skills feats, the other feats haven't changed much.
Undead: 310/1000, the thousand-year-old undead have been eaten long ago, and the mental power has indeed made great progress.
However, those who are more than ten thousand years old, have sufficient intelligence, have rich emotions, and may provide stronger faith have been preserved.
Points: 4319
After adding points from the previous soul rings and soul bones, deducting the points from the soul power consumption, plus the points gained naturally and from the number of kills, there are 4,319 points left.
There are no big changes.
After returning to his home and resting for two days, Fang Ling went to the Ice and Fire Yuanyang Pot for the first time in a long time.
Both sickle and body skills have been promoted to advanced levels, mental power can be integrated with soul power, and coupled with the blessing of various specialties, the combat power is already extraordinary.
There is still half a year, now it is time to try to study how to obtain the undead without using the fifth soul skill.
Ice and fire mandarin duck pot, as soon as Fang Ling arrived here, he was a little surprised in his mind.
This place was originally filled with the aroma of various medicinal herbs and poisonous herbs, but now the soft fragrance of green grass is the most prominent.
This is the fragrance exuded by the Blue Silver Emperor. It grows rapidly and its appearance changes greatly. It no longer looks like a weak Blue Silver Grass.
The huge blades of grass are nearly a foot wide and more than five meters long.
The original one golden pattern on the blade of grass has turned into three, and the aura it exudes has returned to the level of a thousand-year-old soul beast.
Rich vitality ripples in the air.
As the Blue Silver Emperor evolved from Blue Silver Grass, she is a top life attribute soul beast, and it is normal for her to emit such power fluctuations.
"Ah Yin, long time no see." Fang Ling felt comfortable both physically and mentally under the influence of this vigorous vitality, with a bit of relaxation and joy in his brows as he greeted softly.
As the provider of soul bones, the power fluctuation in the visitor's right leg resonated with Ah Yin.
"Hello, who are you?" She intertwined these words with grass blades.
Ah Yin's soul has not dissipated. It just fell into a deep sleep before, and has recovered to the point where its thousand-year-old body can barely support some activities.
In other words, she had a relatively clear consciousness and knew that Fang Ling had brought her to this place.
"My name is Fang Ling, an ordinary little soul master." Fang Ling let the blades of grass wrap around his body.
The thousand-year-old Blue Silver Emperor did not pose any threat to him, because of the presence of the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone, but he still missed her.
"Thank you for bringing me here." Ah Yin weaved these words slowly.
"Absorbing your soul bone and helping you reborn is a way of repaying your kindness." Fang Ling chuckled.
Ah Yin's grass blades moved and asked the question she was most concerned about: "Where is my husband?"
Familiar words...
Fang Ling looked strange and thought for a moment:
"You should be mentally prepared accordingly. Even in this place where plant-type soul beasts can grow faster, you cannot grow to a hundred thousand years in a short time and then transform again."
"By the time you are reborn, they will be dead."
Ah Yin was stunned for a moment, and the blades of grass paused for a moment: "I know, can Hao and I meet?"
"You are a 100,000-year-old soul beast with the same wisdom as a human being, so you should know that this is impossible." Fang Ling's voice was gentle and he said words that made Ah Yin feel cold.
"A hundred thousand year soul bone and this treasure land are too precious. It is impossible for me to inform Tang Hao of your news and ask him to come here to meet you."
Ah Yin's stem was swaying, and she was unable to resist.
Fang Ling stroked the golden grass wrapped around his legs and made no secret of his behavior: "I am a despicable thief. I brought you here because I am grateful for your kindness. This is the end of my friendship." Until now, grow up in peace and forget them.”
Fang Ling raised his foot, and Ah Yin took back the long blade of grass.
The spirituality seemed to disappear all of a sudden and I became extremely depressed.
Fang Ling ignored her and simply tidied up the room, swept away the dust, and flew towards the Sunset Forest.
When studying how to jump over soul rings to get undead souls, naturally this resource-rich soul beast forest is the best choice.
The effect of the enslavement soul skill is to turn the soul into a dead spirit driven by him through the impregnation of the power of death.
Therefore, what Fang Ling tried was very simple, to use the power of death to corrode and impregnate a soul beast to death.
He catches about three thousand-year-old soul beasts every day to try.
A gray light symbolizing ultimate death shone in his hand, frightening Ah Yin, who had the attribute of life.
But over time, Ah Yin got used to this feeling. Because of the stimulation of the power of death, he felt that his vitality was getting stronger and growing stronger.
"Can you tell me what you are doing?" Ah Yin asked in a low voice.
She couldn't understand it, but she knew that Fang Ling was killing the soul beast, and she could hear the screams. She wanted to use the kindness in his mouth to try to stop this behavior.
A blade of grass was placed on Fang Ling's right leg, and Fang Ling felt a slight tug in his mind.
"I am enslaving their souls." Fang Ling tried little by little, constantly adjusting the control of the power of the dead according to the feeling when using the soul ring.
Frightened by these unabashedly evil words, Ah Yin's entire stem trembled, the grass blades retracted instantly, and a feeling of fear spread out.
She returned to her awkward state again, and she contracted as hard as she could to reduce her sense of existence.
After a few days, I regained some courage and said again:
"This is the kind of behavior only a fallen soul master would do. You are a young genius with a great future. Why do you do this?"
As a soul beast with the attribute of life, Ah Yin could feel that Fang Ling's life source was extremely young.
And that pure and powerful soul power is much stronger than she has ever been. She is definitely a top talent, and she is undoubtedly the top genius in the world.
"It has nothing to do with my cultivation. I enslave souls not for the purpose of gaining soul power. And as long as I am not discovered, I am not a fallen soul master."
Fang Ling carefully recalled the feeling of enslaving the soul with soul skills and answered her questions casually.
If it’s not for cultivation, then what is it for?
Ah Yin was puzzled and did not give up trying:
"What if you are discovered? Give up, kid, practice hard with your talent, and you can become a titled Douluo."
Fang Ling was unmoved: "This is not to become a Titled Douluo, and there is no such thing as a winner or a loser. As long as my final cultivation is strong enough, no one can say no."
"You can rest assured that we won't hunt too many soul beasts on land."
Fang Ling continued the experiment.
The cursed blade can be made with soul power alone, he really doesn't believe that slavery can't do it.
After two months of repeated attempts, he finally discovered the essence of the fifth soul skill.
Soul skills are just an introduction. It only takes a little power of death to infiltrate the soul and then put it into the necromantic space.
In other words, the enslavement soul skill can be divided into two actions, one is to impregnate the soul with a specific power of death, and the other is to enter the necromantic space.
The essence is to use the power of death to forcibly restrain the slightly affected soul.
Real control still falls on expertise.
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