Chapter 151 Yin Shen

Chapter 151 Yin Shen

Walk out of the main hall, pass through the central hall, and walk to the front of the court meeting hall.

Wen Yue looked around and saw long, endless steps in front of him. There were three steps in total, guarding the main hall in front of him.

Looking up, the sky is gloomy and snowflakes are falling.

"Sir..." Wen Yue called in a low voice.

When he touched Emperor Liang's pulse just now, he clearly sensed an imperceptible but very familiar aura.

The monk would definitely not be able to notice the evil spirit, because this evil spirit comes from the same origin as him.

From the soul flag.

The husband is a monk in the foundation-building stage. In order to help him solve his last worries, he actually wanted to assassinate a mortal.

Wen Yue suddenly felt a soreness in his nose.

He could be worthy of anyone in his life, except Mr.

Tushanjun inside the banner was silent.

Even though Emperor Liang was a mortal, he had conflicts before. There was no guarantee that Wen Yue would not take action against Wen Yue's mortal family after his death.

Maybe not in a few years, but don’t be afraid of 10,000, just be afraid of the eventuality.

So Tu Shanjun thought of a compromise method to let Emperor Liang die of illness first.

With his strength, even the monks in the foundation-building stage would not be able to detect this hint of conspiracy.

"Snowing."

Snowflakes fell heavily, and in the blink of an eye the ground was covered with a layer of white snow.

Wen Yue stood in front of the main hall, looking into the distance.

Suddenly there was a throbbing in my heart.

It was a feeling that might be unclear, as if he could observe himself standing in front of the hall from all directions.

This feeling is very strange, the spiritual light around the body is swirling and turning into starlight, surrounding the body.

The mana of the body surges under the operation of the technique.

He clearly saw that he was standing still, but he felt that he could move.

In a flash, his thoughts shifted from the front to the back.

The surrounding world seemed to have shrunk, and my body seemed even smaller in such a world.

"Is this my soul leaving my body?"

Wen Yue didn't quite understand. It seemed to be very different from when the soul left the body. It was like he was getting to know himself again.

His body still didn't stop.

Then he walked down the steps.

step.

Two steps.

The aura around him rose rapidly.

The snowflakes were evaporated by the breath on the surface of the body before they fell.

The mana formed a light shield to protect Wen Yue's side.

Three steps.

There were no footprints left on the steps. Wen Yue's body was completely isolated from heaven and earth by the magic power, and did not touch the snow on the steps at all.

"The inspiration comes right now!"

Tushanjun inside the banner looked solemn.

There is something wrong with the origin, and now the foundation builder will definitely die.

But looking at the scene just now, it was obvious that Wen Yue's opportunity to build a foundation had arrived.

Is it necessary to contain Wen Yue from building the foundation?

Should he fight to become a foundation-building monk, or should he die in a few months?

Tushanjun remained silent.

Wen Yue has already made his own choice.

The whole body is inexplicably integrated into the body.

The magic power of the mist in the body began to liquefy under Wen Yue's urging, and the magic power in the steaming Dantian Qi sea was squeezed and condensed into a viscous liquid.

This is a long process.

Just like the path Wen Yue took.

At the beginning, he could still take a step for a breath or two, but now he has not moved for a quarter of an hour.

The mana light shield formed around him protected him.

Mortals within the palace were not allowed to enter at all.

Ordinary people feel their eyes sting when watching from a distance.

The old eunuch of the Sutra Pavilion stood looking at Wen Yue from a distance, his eyes full of envy, surprise, and reverence.

He could tell that the scene in front of him was not an epiphany at all, but a monk practicing Qi Dzogchen trying to build a foundation.

"What happened?"

Gao Quan looked shocked when he arrived at the main hall. Although the soldiers guarding the hall surrounded him, they could not get close to Wen Yue who was building the foundation.

"do not go."

The old eunuch stopped Gao Quan, shook his head and said, "Don't disturb him."

"What is this, Marquis Wen?"

"He is about to take that step." The old eunuch sighed.

Gao Quan didn't know what step Wen Yue was going to take, but it was enough to know that the other party was an immortal master. He quickly dispersed the gathered soldiers: "Don't get close to Marquis Wen."

"Little Guangzi, go inform Marquis Wen's family."

"Okay grandpa."

"Also, notify the Immortal Master of the Enshrinement Building."

As the orders were issued one after another, the original panic suddenly disappeared, and everyone no longer paid attention to Wen Yue, who was building the foundation.

They are ordinary people, and they don't see any difference at all. They just feel strange that they are blocked by an unknown wall.

In the blink of an eye, Wen Yue's body mana had completely liquefied.

The surging spiritual energy condensed into a whirlpool.

Even the heavy snow in the sky was involved.

A whirlpool of wind and snow visible to the naked eye appeared in front of the steps of the main hall. It was so spectacular.

Due to insufficient origin, his mana pool is not large.

This is enough support for him to condense the three souls and seven souls into Yin Shen.

The three souls and seven souls in the sea of ​​consciousness are thrown into the liquefied mana sea. The three souls and seven souls appear to be one, but in fact they are actually ten overlapping souls.

Ordinary people will lose their souls due to unstable souls, and Qi practitioners are no exception. However, due to the blockade of magic power, they do not have particularly strong power to shake the souls in the sea of ​​consciousness out of their bodies.

At the stage of foundation building, the three souls and seven souls merged into one, and the Yin Shen condensed into one body, initially possessing the ability to fly into the sky and escape from the earth.

Yin Shen can fly faster with the help of spiritual objects. Even monks who are several levels higher cannot catch up with Yin Shen's speed.

If there is a physical problem, you can also use Yin Shen to seize the body. The success rate of Yin Shen seizing the body is higher.

Classics have recorded many spiritual objects, and even living creatures, such as alien spirits and ghosts. As long as they can match the Yin God, they can be used as spiritual objects.

Using living spiritual objects can gain more powerful power.

Tu Shanjun didn't do much research on Yinshen, because he didn't have such a problem at all.

He is the main soul of the soul flag. After the foundation is established, the main soul directly transforms into the body, which is not much different from the original use of evil energy to condense the body.

The only difference is that now he has become stronger and stronger, and his body is stronger than a normal foundation-building monk.

While Tu Shanjun was thinking, Wen Yue had already reached the eleventh step.

The wind and snow are getting worse.

The goose-feather heavy snow covered the entire Liangdu.

The monks from the worship building have arrived.

Zhang Zhichen and Xu Qing ordered not to let anyone move forward. Now Wen Yue has reached the critical moment of breakthrough.

Not only the monks from the enshrinement building, but also three people from the Wuling Sect came to the imperial city.

They originally planned to take the selected disciples back to the mountain this month, but they suddenly heard that someone was going to build a foundation today, so they came here.

"How's it going?"

"I can't see clearly, but I still believe in Fellow Daoist Wen."

Xu Qing shook her head. Even with her cultivation level, she couldn't see the specific situation clearly. She is two steps away from Dzogchen, let alone a foundation-building monk.

Wen Yue raised his legs and walked towards the twelfth step.

boom!

Huge spiritual energy poured into the body and quickly evolved into mana.

The meridians are burning, and the body is making a rattling sound.

The pain made Wen Yue's face look ferocious. He did not expect that Zhu Ji would suffer such torture.

Compressing the three souls and seven souls is very difficult, and raising the physical body is even more painful.

One is spiritual and the other is physical.

This is the dual cultivation of ‘life and life’.

Comparing the soul to a human being, the body is a ship crossing the sea of ​​suffering.

If you want to build a great road, you must not take the wrong path in the initial stage. Two legs are indispensable.

This is why Datou must melt his body when pursuing foundation building.

"ah!"

A shrill roar sounded.

Wen Yue's three souls and seven souls were completely merged into one.

Create a Yin God.

Yin Shen opened his eyes and flew back to the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Is it so difficult to build a foundation?"

The monks looked at each other, they had never been in close contact with such a scene.

Even if the senior brothers of the sect want to build a foundation, they will go into seclusion and not give them a chance to observe.

It is even more impossible for the monks in the worship building to see such a scene.

Because many people died, only Zhang Zhichen and Xu Qing were left to take the lead, and now it looks like a miniature sect.

It is estimated that it will take hundreds of years to develop. If a foundation-building monk appears, it will slowly develop.

"Failed."

Wen Yue opened his eyes. His body could not support him as a foundation-building monk.

The lack of origin is too serious. Even if he is lucky enough to cross the chasm and become a foundation-building monk, his Qi sea cannot keep up with that of a normal monk.

He could only become the lowest level of foundation-building monk, not to mention that he couldn't even pass the stage of refining the physical body.

In less than two quarters of an hour, he would be dead.

"Two quarters of an hour of foundation-building monks."

Wen Yue couldn't help but laugh, took out the blood spirit bead from the holding talisman, blended it into the Yin Shen, and then raised the Anaconda Dragon Sword.

"Sir, I have to go to Nanyue Mountain."

As the words fell, the light soared into the sky.

Flying in the direction of Nanyue Mountain.

In the wind and snow, a young man wearing a red and black robe and carrying a sword appeared outside the imperial city.

He watched Wen Yuefei escape and the Yin Shen did not chase him, but came to the empty square covered with wind and snow in front of the main hall.

Along the way, not a single footprint was left.

Tu Shanjun inside the banner was about to manifest his body to block him. Zhang Zhichen and Xu Qing on the side of the high platform had already shouted: "Don't get close to Fellow Daoist Wen."

The young man took out a token and looked at Zhang Zhichen, Xu Qing, and Chen Dong: "I am a disciple of Wanfa Sect, Ding Xie."

"Wanfa Sect?"

Everyone looked confused and had no idea what Wanfa Sect was.

In the past, when Ding Xie showed his name in the Xiaohuang Territory, everyone would be frightened, but in a small place, it was of no use at all.

Ding Xie could only reveal his own cultivation.

The pressure in the middle stage of foundation building formed ripples and swept across.

"Five Spirit Sect disciples Chen Dong, Liu Chuang, and Wang Cheng have met the seniors of the Shang Sect."

Chen Dong and the other three hurriedly bowed their heads and said hello.

Just because they haven't heard of Wanfa Sect doesn't mean they can't recognize the foundation-building monks.

And the foundation-building monks are all disciples, so how big is the sect?

It should be noted that their leader is only in the middle stage of foundation building.

"Zhang Zhichen and Xu Qing, casual cultivators, have met the senior Shangzong."

Zhang Zhichen and Xu Qing also hurriedly bowed their hands.

Ding Xie waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care.

Although his expression did not change, he felt helpless in his heart.

In such a small place where nothing matters, the name of the sect is not as useful as one's own cultivation.

They have never heard of Wanfa Sect, let alone have any fear of Wanfa Sect.

Seeing that this young man was in the middle stage of foundation building, Tushanjun did not act rashly.

Wen Yue went to deal with the blood demon in Nanyue Mountain. If he diverted his magic power at this time, his current body would not be able to withstand it.

"I wonder what's going on with the Shangzong clan?" Xu Qing asked boldly.

Ding Xie looked at Wen Yue's body and said, "Don't worry, we'll talk about it when the rightful owner comes back."