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Chapter 284 The art of separation of souls (please subscribe)

After Wang Ping tried several times and all ended in failure, he was not discouraged, but became more interested.

However, just as he was getting excited, the communication token came with information and the Dharma gathering started again. He had to give up trying temporarily, glanced at Yu Lian who was protecting Shen Xiaozhu in the sky, and put his consciousness into the communication token. Inside.

The familiar palace is surrounded by familiar projections. The astigmatism projected from the head of the intertwined lights and darks presents the surrounding seats in front of Wang Ping. In his ears is Yang Shu's voice: "Everyone has something important to do. Today's Dharma meeting is time. It’s two hours, and we need to complete the voting for the first fellow Taoist within these two hours.”

"The first fellow Taoist, oh, is my only brother Jiang Cun."

Yang Shu's tone sounded like he just knew that the first person to be pushed out was Jiang Cun.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zi Luan turned to look at Wang Ping and asked, "Do you have any explanation?" He knew that Wang Ping and Jiang Cun had a relationship, and he meant to ask if Jiang Cun had anything else to say about this matter. statement.

Wang Ping thought for a while and shook his head. From the three candidates previously recommended, he knew how precious his vote was. He could not vote in favor of Jiang Cun without any expression.

For example, when Wang Ping competed for three seats, Taoist Yucheng personally ran through his 'circle of friends', otherwise Taoist Tianshan would definitely vote against it.

"it is good!"

Zi Luan nodded.

After the exchange between the two, Ruan Chunzi looked at Wang Ping and said, "Linshui Mansion doesn't need our votes at all. Just like fellow Taoist you entered the three seats before, there are three fixed seats that will vote for him."

Wang Ping nodded thoughtfully.

Facts have proved that, as Ruan Chunzi said, after Jiang Cun calmly faced two hours of questioning, he finally got 43 votes, but this does not mean that he is already the third seat, because there are still six people who have not yet participated. Voting.

After the result was announced, Yang Shu cut off the projection connection. Wang Ping stared at the spirit tree in the yard, reached out and grabbed a spiritual creature with the breath of the wood spirit in the inspiration world, and was about to reshape its basic consciousness. At this time, it seemed to have been stimulated by something, and its fragile body turned into spots of light.

"Isn't this technique a lie?"

Wang Ping thought to himself, and then denied the idea. After all, even the light curtain panel jumped out. Thinking of the light curtain panel, he thought deeply, recalled the contents of this set of exercises in his memory, and read the light curtain carefully again. Guide on the screen panel.

Tried again, then failed again.

After trying this for two hours, Wang Ping stopped, then got up and walked out of the yard, walked around the garden, found a random place, sat on the grass, and quietly looked at the light pillar in the sky formed by Shen Xiaozhu's foundation.

He just saw the darkness of the sky, and his impatient mood was relieved a little. Then, he stretched out his hand a little, and a 'Wantong Talisman' appeared in front of him. Blessings flashed through his heart, and he hit the Talisman on himself, and then When he grabbed hold of the void, the space darkness in the surrounding area flashed past.

He cast the 'Borrowing Luck Talisman', which gave him a life span of more than ten days.

With the help of the remaining fortune of the two talismans, his consciousness was once again immersed in the world of inspiration. He casually looked around and found a wood spirit creature hundreds of feet away. , pouring the air of the wood spirit with a little bit of its own consciousness into the consciousness of the spiritual creature. This time the spirit creature did not disappear. Its irregular energy body stirred twice. Wang Ping probed into its body for a moment and immediately felt a crazy thought. Wang Ping, who was well prepared, used his own powerful With his cultivation, he forcibly expelled this crazy consciousness.

The next moment, the irregular body of the spirit creature stopped stirring. Then, Wang Ping felt that his consciousness completely controlled the spirit creature, and it seemed that he could observe the world through this spirit creature.

As soon as the idea emerged, he already had part of his consciousness observing the world through spiritual creatures. It was the same as the world observed by the consciousness of the soul. He subconsciously looked up and saw that Yu Lian's soul was a creature entrenched in the clouds. The huge thing seemed both illusory and physical. At the same time, when seeing Yulian's soul, the consciousness of this spiritual creature also gave birth to the emotions of escape and fear.

"No wonder it's called the art of soul separation. Although it's not a true separation of souls, it has a similar effect. It feels like there is an extra soul consciousness."

Wang Ping said to himself.

The next step is to ensure that there is no residual consciousness in this spiritual creature, and then infuse him with new basic consciousness.

Wang Ping can sense whether this spiritual creature still has any remaining consciousness by scanning it with his own consciousness. As for instilling basic consciousness, he has made so many puppets. This aspect is easy to grasp. He directly copied his own Basic consciousness is slowly poured into it.

The process is simple to say, but not so simple to do, because this spiritual creature is very weak. If too much consciousness is poured into it at once, it may become a fool when it is finally injected into the puppet.

For a whole night, Wang Ping was shaping the consciousness of this spiritual creature. No, it cannot be called a spiritual creature now, because it, or he, already has the basic consciousness of human nature.

After dawn, Wang Ping took out a puppet made of ordinary materials from his storage bag, and poured his consciousness that had been reshaped overnight into the fixed magic circle inside the puppet. When the magic circle was activated, he lay down The humanoid puppet on the ground immediately turned over cleverly, and then turned the puppet's neck 180 degrees.

Then, he lay down on the ground and swayed back and forth as if in a panic, and soon after, he was spreading around like a madman. Wang Ping frowned, and used his own consciousness to connect to the puppet's thoughts, and immediately understood what the problem was.

This puppet has no vision, hearing or touch, but Wang Ping's basic consciousness was reshaped and he instinctively felt that he had these senses. The moment he entered the real world, something went wrong when his consciousness was combined with the actual situation. It was like an ordinary person. When people wake up, they find that they have become deaf, blind and mute, and their hands and feet seem to be useless.

At this moment, Wang Ping understood why the strategy panel mentioned the need to create a consciousness consistent with the real world.

"It was a waste of my consciousness. Fortunately, I didn't directly apply it to the existing golden armor soldiers. Otherwise, it would be quite troublesome to eliminate this part of consciousness."

While Wang Ping was thinking to himself, he stretched out his hand to gather a ball of wood spirit energy. Just when he was about to destroy the failed puppet, he suddenly stopped, because this puppet could already be regarded as a life, and it was still alive. A conscious life that he made.

But the hesitation is only for a moment, because this conscious life is already on the verge of collapse, and even if it is saved, its thoughts may be distorted.

"Rest in peace!"

Wang Ping's consciousness floated, a ball of wood spirit energy emerged, and the puppet and the consciousness inside the puppet instantly turned into a ball of powder.

(End of this chapter)