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Chapter 214 Zuo Xuan’s Road to the Second Realm
  Zuo Xuan's promotion was not in Wang Ping's short-term plan, because he checked Zuo Xuan's status before the Spring Festival, and even used a lucky charm to predict her fortune. The divination showed that it would take at least ten years for her to have a chance to be promoted. .

Wang Ping was surprised and confused, and had a bad premonition. When he came to Dongshui Mountain, dense embroidery needles buried most of the top of the mountain.

These embroidery needles have been refined with special techniques. Each one has a certain spirituality and resonates with the spirituality in Zuo Xuan's body. At the same time, Zuo Xuan's prosthetic limb has been separated from the body, and her arm is replaced by a flowing The disgusting sarcoma with thick blood stains exudes an aura similar to that of the Taiyin Cult.

Those densely packed embroidery needles were penetrating into the sarcoma on her arms one after another, merging with them, and from time to time the smell of demon blood would emit.

"Her magical weapon seems to have its own consciousness and is merging with Zuo Xuan's consciousness, or competing with Zuo Xuan for the true control of the body." Yu Lian said with a sense of uncertainty in her tone, "This is the essence of weapon cultivation. Is that so? They use the flesh and blood of demons to awaken the spirituality and consciousness of their natal magic weapons, and then use their own consciousness to merge with them."

"It's really crazy. No wonder they only have a small number of people who have entered the second realm. Only the madman himself can control such crazy consciousness." Yu Lian felt a sense of nausea and whispered: "In fact, you can also replace the flesh and blood of demons with humans. , or other spiritual creatures.”

Wang Ping frowned. He knew that there must be many people trying the method Yu Lian mentioned outside the Land of Order. There were even people doing this in some dark corners of Zhongzhou.

"You enter the world of inspiration and check it out!"

Yu Lian reminded.

Wang Ping immediately used the magic formula to summon the soul, and then he heard the shrieking sound of the spirit body that was more harsh than before. Around Zuo Xuan's soul, which was dyed blood red, there were countless illusory and unpredictable shadows. , they penetrated into Zuo Xuan's soul through the process of fusion of embroidery needles and Zuo Xuan.

"This…"

Wang Ping was greatly shocked, and suddenly felt that the weapon cultivator should be powerful. After all, a spiritual body invaded the soul, which was a disaster for ordinary monks, but the weapon cultivator actually had to be able to mess with countless spirits during the promotion process. Memory contends.

Therefore, it is almost impossible for those who have gone through this step of weapon cultivation to be weak, because the weak will definitely be assimilated in this step.

This process is frightening and extremely long for onlookers, and it is even more like torture for the person who is being promoted.

Wang Ping did not dare to disturb Zuo Xuan, who was already in a sensitive state at this time.

Half a month later, Taoist Yucheng returned from visiting friends and stood beside Wang Ping, observing Zuo Xuan's entry.

"This is also the first time I have seen a weapon cultivator advance to the second level. I can only say that this path is really impossible for ordinary people to try, but it is the last choice for those who are weak. This may be the way of heaven. kindness."

Taoist Yucheng commented like this.

Wang Ping shook his head slightly. He couldn't agree with the word 'mercy', but he didn't refute it.

At this moment, Zuo Xuan has reached the critical moment. Most of those embroidery needles have been integrated into her bloody arms, and the spiritual body that invaded her soul has reached a saturated state.

It seemed that he was going to succeed in the next moment, but suddenly, the lunar aura rising into the sky penetrated the world, and the thoughts of the spirit body in the world of inspiration suddenly became several times more active than before.

"She chose the attribute of Taiyin, which is consistent with her magic weapon, but... in this way, she will bear the invasion of Taiyin's breath, which is not something a living person can bear."

Taoist Yucheng reminded Wang Ping: "If she encounters an unstable soul later, feed her a Sacred Heart Pill immediately."

"Is it useful?" "It must be useful. In her current state, sleeping is better than being awake, but in this way, she may become dependent on the Sacred Heart Pill in the future." Taoist Yucheng explained: "Elder brother once said However, a large part of the second-level weapon cultivators are dependent on drugs that suppress souls, and that probably started from here."

Wang Ping nodded and stopped talking.

Zuo Xuan's soul was already scarred and scarred at the moment. The soul was surrounded by countless spiritual consciousnesses that had been surrendered by her. She relied on the magic circle prepared in advance to continuously devour these consciousnesses to strengthen her soul to fight against what was coming. Taiyin breath.

She looked anxious, as if she didn't have enough time.

There was indeed not enough time, and the lunar aura gathered in the sky, before her soul had grown up, was like a collapsing sky, straight down on her weak and frail soul.

Zuo Xuan's soul was directly knocked back to her body by the Taiyin breath. Those consciousnesses that had not had time to digest instantly occupied her thoughts. At the same time, in the world of inspiration, countless illusory shadows were attached to her body, seeming to be devouring her. What are you wearing?

That wasn't all, the lunar aura all over the sky gathered around her, and some negative emotions and the evil wind it brought were like knives, hitting her consciousness and accelerating the death of her consciousness.

"The Yin Wind Technique...you have to make a decision quickly, the Yin Wind will harvest her life and accelerate the death of her consciousness." Taoist Yucheng reminded very seriously.

Wang Ping felt that Zuo Xuan was already unable to resist. Her body was slowly being assimilated by the sarcoma. Perhaps soon she would become a giant sarcoma flowing with thick blood.

"She's asking you for help..."

Yulian said softly.

Wang Ping took a deep breath and turned the wood spirit energy around him. He ducked in front of Zuo Xuan's half-distorted body, took out a Sacred Heart Pill and fed it into her half-rotted mouth, and then controlled the wood spirit energy again. After removing part of the Taiyin aura, he exited the promotion circle outlined by Zuo Xuan.

"It's really useful."

Yu Lian is very emotional sometimes, and her tone is pure joy.

Zuo Xuan, who was halfway assimilated, released his soul again after swallowing the Sacred Heart Pill, and once again surrendered the consciousness of the spiritual bodies that he had defeated, and then faced the impact of the Taiyin breath and swallowed them up.

This process lasted for another half month.

Then, Zuo Xuan summoned all her magic weapons, accepted the transformation of the Taiyin breath, and completed the leap in levels. At the same time, except for her arms, all the sarcomas on her body were restored to their original state. It was just the broken clothes that made her Looks a little embarrassed.

This process lasts for another month.

Taoist Yucheng had already left when Wang Ping fed Zuo Xuan the Sacred Heart Pill, and it was not appropriate for Wang Ping to leave now. It seemed inappropriate to keep him.

Three days passed.

Zuo Xuan woke up from the state of trance. She looked at herself in a mess. She was a little embarrassed at first, but then she stood up generously. She controlled the embroidery needle that she had fused to crush the sarcoma that replaced her arm, and then used the embroidery needle as a prosthetic limb. He cast a 'cleaning spell', then took out new clothes from his storage bag and put them on, and bowed deeply to where Wang Ping was.

(End of this chapter)