surnamed Wang

Fan Erji pushed open the cauldron cover, took out Wang Gingquan's skull, went to the side and untied the spider silk from Suzaku's body, and said:

"They went thousands of miles away to look for materials, and they won't be back for a while, so hurry up and leave."

"Why help us?"

Fan Erji did not answer, handed the skull to the little girl and said:

"Protect him."

Wang Qingquan's eyes flickered, and he said:

"Zhao thanked you here. In order to save my life, I had to lie that I was a woman. I am indeed a man."

Fan Erji didn't look at him, turned his head and said, "It's not important."

The atmosphere was a bit strange for a while, the little girl looked at the head in her hand for a while, and looked at the monster for a while, her face full of doubts.

……

"Let's go." Wang Gangquan ordered.

The little girl nodded, tied him around her waist, and quickly walked out of the cave. Just five or six steps away, her figure suddenly flew backwards, smashed heavily on the stone wall, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Two figures appeared at the entrance of the cave, they were the mother and son who were supposed to be thousands of miles away.

"Fan Erji, I knew it was you kid who was playing tricks."

Fan Yanda rushed towards his younger brother with a sharp voice, holding the spear high in his hand, when the old woman's gloomy voice sounded:
"That's enough. You are brothers. There's no need for a woman... Men kill each other. Fan Erji, if there is another time, don't blame your mother for turning your face and denying her."

Fan Erji looked at Wang Bingquan complicatedly when he heard the words, and finally let go of his clenched right hand.

The head was thrown back into the cauldron, surrounded by piles of treasures of all kinds, and a raging fire was burning under the cauldron. This time, the elder brother stared at the cauldron for a moment, for fear that the younger brother would make another mess.

Before he knew it was another month, the skull became crystal clear to the naked eye, and in the end, it had already shown a light blue luster.

Wang Gangquan has gone through seven distillations, and every moment he has endured the torment that life would be worse than death. His mind and soul have dispersed and reorganized several times. As an ordinary person, his soul should have been scattered long ago.

……

"Your willpower is strong."

The residence of the Holy Spirit, the woman stands in front of the jade mirror, the man in the mirror has all his limbs broken, even his head is separated, the limbs and torso are only connected by thin black threads, all kinds of thunders roam around, as if they want to completely beat him to ashes .

The man was already numb to the pain, and said calmly:
"Maoshi, that's all you have, right?"

"Not all of them, but about the same."

The servant of the holy spirit was smiling, no longer indifferent as before.

"Then are you ready to die?" Wang Gangquan was trapped in the mirror, but he was still speaking harshly.

Maoshi was extremely confident in his seal, and said with his hands behind his back:

"Kammic fire does not burn, weak water does not dissolve, thunder does not extinguish, and life is endless... You have exceeded my expectations time and time again. If you continue, there is no guarantee that you will not find a way to reverse the situation, so today I decided to give you a good time.

If you want revenge, act quickly, and after a while, you will become a sacrifice to wake up the master. "

A bronze mirror appeared in Maoshi's hand, and its back was engraved with intricate patterns. With just one glance, Wang Gangquan felt that his entire soul would be sucked into it.

"This is the soul mirror. No matter how powerful the soul is, it has to go through reincarnation over and over again until it completely forgets who it is."

"Did you use this thing to reincarnate the villagers of Taoyuan Village?" Wang Gangquan still had the heart to ask these questions when he was about to die.

Mao Shi said sarcastically:
"The real use of the soul mirror is more than that. It can erase the memory of the soul and turn it into nourishment for others. Over the years, I have been nourishing the master with disobedient villagers. Others thought they had reincarnated safely."

As he said that, Mao Shi set his sights on Wang Gingquan, "This time, I will use the entire Taoyuan Village to activate the soul mirror, and with your spirit, I will definitely be able to awaken the master."

"If you kill innocent people indiscriminately, you won't be afraid of being punished by God?"

"It's a joke, the master created this world, he is bigger than the sky, why do you say that?"

After saying the truth, he raised the bronze mirror and pointed it at the village in the distance. Wang Gangquan's expression froze when he saw this, the black silk on his limbs twitched suddenly, and his figure instantly returned to its original state.

He turned a blind eye to Thunder in the mirror, directly passed through the seal that was supposed to be unbreakable, rushed out of the jade mirror, raised his right hand and said:
"God won't accept you, I'll accept it."

……

In the cave of Asura Realm, Wang Gangquan started the eighth sacrificial training, his soul was completely dispersed, and compared with the previous pain, he now felt a sense of coolness and comfort.

Outside the cauldron, Fan Yanda's eyes showed excitement. He didn't expect that the other party could last for so long. The name of the sacrificial refining method was Jiuque, which was passed down from ancient times. Que Jique means negligence. sorcery.

The caster needs to find a suitable head, remove its flesh with fairy grass, and refine its marrow and bones with spiritual materials, and finally fuse it into a crystal-clear soul-locking bead.

The eighth refinement is to reintegrate the scattered souls, tamper with the memory of the other party, and make it for your own use.

The temperature of the cauldron rose gradually, Fan Yanda closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, his spirit floated out from the top of his head, and flew straight to the scorching cauldron.

This step requires the treasure refiner to go to the cauldron in person, and when the magic treasure gathers the soul, he will keep engraving his will in the depths of his memory, so that the soul-locking pearl will never betray the master.

Inside the cauldron, a cloud of white mist sometimes dispersed and sometimes condensed. Fan Yanda saw this scene for the first time. After being amazed, he gestured with his hand and muttered a word, and a black rune was pushed into the fog in front of him from his palm.

The rune entering the white mist was like ink dripping into a water tank, and it quickly blurred. Fan Yanda still didn't stop, changing gestures and chanting mantras, and another black rune entered the white mist.

Throwing more than a dozen runes in a row, Wang Gangquan's soul was completely blackened into a ball, like boiling water, constantly tumbling and merging, and finally condensed into a human form again.

Fan Yanda was very satisfied with his work, nodded and said:
"From now on, I will be your master."

Wang Gangquan raised his head, with a dull expression, and repeated word by word:

"From now on, I will be your master."

"No, no, I am your master."

Fan Yanda was a little anxious immediately. At this critical moment, there must be no trouble. He circled Wang Quanquan again and again, and said again:

"I am your master..."

"I am your father!"

Wang Gangquan made a sudden attack, his face was completely blank, no matter how stupid the opponent was, he knew that he had been tricked, and he was about to flee screaming. Unexpectedly, a barrier had been set up around him, and a large black vine covered the sky, and Shi Ding immediately Shaking violently.

Outside, the old woman was sitting cross-legged in meditation, and suddenly opened her eyes when she heard the movement. She thought her son could handle such a small matter well, but she didn't want to make a mistake.

The old woman pulled with both hands, and tens of thousands of silk threads bound the stone cauldron firmly, but the clicking sound was still endless.

A moment later, there was a loud bang, and the entire cave trembled, and the cauldron finally shattered.

Taking advantage of the aftermath of the explosion, a soul instantly entered Fan Yanda's body, rolled up the little girl in the corner and ran out of the cave.

The old woman had already guessed the whole story, she stepped forward to block the way with a gloomy face, and said:

"You think you can run away?"

"Can't run."

Fan Yanda smiled, raised his crystal skull and said:
"This should be called the Soul Locking Orb. Although it is still short of the last step, it is enough to trap your son's soul, old witch, before you kill me, can you make him disappear?"

... (end of this chapter)