Chapter 855: The Soul Clone on the Throne

into the night.

The snowstorm is getting bigger and bigger.

The sky is full of cold wind with hail, whistling and criss-crossing.

With his superb cultivation, Jian Nanchun was able to fly with his sword in such a wind and snow without any serious problems. The problem is that he is worried that the two juniors and juniors will not be able to handle it.

So, they could only rest in a valley.

After stopping, Jian Nanchun looked curiously at Yi Lin who looked calm, and then looked back at Xia Xiaoman who was still shivering from the cold even after performing the exercises, and fell into deep thought.

Isn't this Linyi junior brother just a mere Qi-receiving stage cultivation base?

Wait a minute.

When will one be able to fly with the sword after being cultivated in the Qi-receiving stage?

Can you fly thousands of miles in one breath without blushing or panting?

Jian Nanchun finally noticed something was wrong.

He originally wanted to take advantage of Yi Lin's inattention, and stepped forward to block Yi Lin's veins, and probe into his details.

But Jian Nanchun didn't find a chance.

In the ice and snow, I didn't find any ingredients.

Yi Lin barely searched around for a round, and only dug out a few hibernating big snakes from the cave. He skillfully took out the snake gall and poison sac, immediately removed the blood, washed it, and chopped it up. Then, in the ice and snow, surrounded by three people With a bonfire, boil snake meat hot pot.

For soul cooks, there are no bad dishes, only bad ingredients. As long as the ingredients are okay, he's fine.

The seven-color light flashed, and the food was ready.

Jiannanchun and Xia Xiaoman have long been familiar with dishes with special effects.

Even, to Lin Yi, it was strange that the special effects of the prepared dishes were not enough.

"Ah~~~~"

With the warm snake broth in his stomach, Xia Xiaoman felt like he was alive again.

This Lin Yi hates everything, but his cooking skills are a bit ridiculous.

Xia Xiaoman gnawed on the snake roll in the soup, clamped his legs tightly, and muttered to himself.

"Brother, there is one thing that brother must remind you."

After dinner.

When Jiannanchun saw Xia Xiaoman curled up beside the fire, dozing off in a daze, he quietly came to Yi Lin's side.

"Brother, please tell me."

"You said just now that you are going to kill King Zhennan, brother, I hope you are just joking."

"Oh?" Yi Lin gave Jian Nanchun a strange look, and then asked, "Why not?"

"Daqing's fate is exhausted, and who is the real son of the next dynasty is still unknown. Everything has its own destiny, no matter you, me, him, or this Daqing dynasty. What if the king of Zhennan is really the destined son of heaven? Fate, let’s not talk about killing him, it will be very difficult, even if you succeed, such a heaven-defying thing, I’m afraid you will be punished by heaven.”

As he said that, Jian Nanchun mysteriously moved that face closer, and pointed at the top of his head with taboo: "It will be unlucky, and even be struck by lightning."

"Let's not talk about it, I'm just talking casually," Yi Lin added firewood to the fire, "I believe in fate, but I don't believe in fate."

Will be unlucky?

Yi Lin looked calm and thoughtful.

Jian Nanchun couldn't help but sneered: "If you don't believe in destiny, then you still learn divination?"

Yi Lin looked at Jian Nanchun with even weirder eyes, which seemed to say "Is your brain normal or not?" He didn't know how to explain to Jian Nanchun, so he could only raise a chestnut: "Can learning divination and faith in fate be generalized?" ? Just like you, Senior Brother Jian, you always wanted to sleep with Senior Sister, but didn’t you fall asleep in the end?”

"..."

In the next second, Jian Nanchun froze in place as if being shocked by an electric shock.

...

After ignoring Jian Nanchun, Yi Lin hid in the tree, skillfully slapped it, and entered the center.

"You are here~"

Green seemed delighted.

It seemed to be afraid that if it fell asleep, it would be another few decades, so it stayed up all the time, and squatted on the coconut tree to doze off.

On the lake, the prototype of the throne has been formed.

The colorful streamers of white interweave into the shape of a seat.

It's just that the "throne" has not yet been solidified, and there are signs of falling apart at any time. It seems that what Green said was not false, it might just sneeze and really wipe out the "throne" that Yi Lin worked so hard to carve in the hub.

Troll, so scary.

"Achieving yourself."

But Yi Lin was already very satisfied, he looked at the throne that was only partially completed, and remembered what Xiao Xi said, he understood what he was going to do in this world and in the long time that was about to pass.

This is a costly project, before the project is completed, it is difficult for Yi Lin to imagine what it will be like.

And on the throne, there is a hazy figure sitting lazily on the throne in a fixed posture.

Yi Lin closed her eyes tightly and let her mind go.

Gradually, dotted lines appeared between Yi Lin's "body" and the "figure" on the throne.

These countless dotted lines, like spider webs, connected Yi Lin with the figure on the throne.

This is "soul clone".

When Green had nothing to do, he taught Yi Lin how to create a soul clone.

The skill of creating a soul clone, Green seemed to be hanging on, knocked his wings on Yi Lin's forehead, and Yi Lin understood.

"Why didn't you use this kind of hacking method earlier!"

When Green finally showed her hand in front of Yi Lin, Yi Lin was very angry.

"It's just a trick, it's not a big deal."

At the end of the show, Green flew away again, his little wings fluttering without taking a cloud.

Yi Lin ignored Green, and sat on the lake by herself, meditating.

But what he is doing now is not taking in Qi.

In the hub, there is no such thing as "spiritual energy", and no matter how much you inhale, you can't fill the meridians.

Therefore, what Yi Lin is doing now is not accepting, but vomiting.

He absorbed the spiritual energy absorbed into the meridians during the day, and transferred it to the soul clone to store it before it dissipated.

The soul avatar is a pure energy avatar, and there is no such thing as a realm or a bottleneck.

Because of Yi Lin's talent of "Heaven's Jealousy of Talents" in the reincarnation at the beginning of the game, and her own practice debuff, it is difficult to achieve success in the practice of the Eight Classics, so now, Yi Lin can only rely on her understanding Being full, doing something crooked.

To put it simply, as long as he slack off, he will leak himself.

Just like an inflatable doll that lacks maintenance, it will leak if it is leaked.

After a while, he absorbed the gathered aura through exercises, and almost vomited it into the soul clone.

After getting all the aura out of her body, Yi Lin was satisfied.

"Now it won't be wasted."

Anyway, he usually uses the psionic energy in his body to release his skills, which is the foundation of the apostle.

Create a soul avatar in the hub, maybe at a critical moment, it can scare people.

...

"Xiaobai, Xiaohong, Xiaomei~"

The process of creating the "throne" and condensing the "soul avatar" brought Yi Lin an experience like decorating a new home.

Little by little, little by little, build a perfect home.

He was in a great mood, came to the two small windows, and woke up Nie Hongxiu, Gayageummi, and Bai Xiaoyi respectively.

The three mother spirits are making trouble in their spiritual dwelling.

At first, when Yi Lin learned how to enter the hub, they felt it was new and came to visit from time to time.

But after a while, they felt that it was boring, and they usually didn't come out when they had nothing to do.

"Come on, rub it for me."

Yi Lin suddenly said something that made the three mother spirits tremble.

"Uh, no, don't get me wrong, I mean rubbing my big sword."

Yi Lin suddenly felt that the last sentence was suspected of being misunderstood, so she quickly pointed to the rusty and deviant sword floating on the lake of the sea of ​​spirits, and smiled slightly:

"Try to wipe off the dust on the sword."

...

Another night.

Yi Lin worked all night.

When he opened his eyes again, Jian Nanchun still maintained the posture of "as if being shocked by electric shock".

Ah, Jian Nanchun's stiffness lasted for one night.

Cultivators are used to sitting in seclusion, and it is not a big deal to stay motionless all night.

Yi Lin shook her hand in front of Jian Nanchun, and Brother Chun, who was hit so hard, finally came to his senses.

Like a boudoir resentful woman, he cast a faint glance at Yi Lin, hesitant to speak.

Yi Lin extinguished the bonfire, patted her junior sister who was soundly asleep, and the three of them started on the road again.

"Can I ride on your skateboard!" Xia Xiaoman finally couldn't help pointing at Jian Nanchun's narrow flying sword, and complained: "Brother Jian's sword is too sword! It hurts!"

Jian Nanchun was taken aback again.

You say that Lin Yi is demanding and dislikes this, so forget it.

Unexpectedly, the new junior sister also disliked his Feijian for being uncomfortable.

"Fine."

Yi Lin glanced at Xia Xiaoman calmly, thinking that this is also an opportunity to increase her junior sister's favorability.

If you increase your favorability, won't you be able to do whatever you want? Is it normal to borrow a [Human Emperor Seal] or something?

So Yi Lin readily agreed.

No matter how funny the jet skateboard looks, it is more comfortable to sit on than Feijian.

But Yi Lin misses Xiaoqing's soft back, which is warm and warm, like sitting on a ball of duck feather pillows.

He regretted that he didn't apply to take Xiaoqing out of the mountain when he went down the mountain.

...

The east is red at sunrise.

After a night of blizzard, silver makeup is everywhere, shining in the morning light.

The familiar snow scene made Yi Lin feel nostalgic, and couldn't help humming softly.

Xia Xiaoman sat silently behind Yi Lin, gently pinching the corners of his senior brother's clothes with both hands.

If it weren't for Jian Nanchun's Feijian sitting uncomfortable, with her new and old hatred for Yi Lin, it would be impossible to make such a request even if she was killed.

Now Xia Xiaoman is not only angry with Yi Lin, but also Jian Nanchun by the way.

Brother Jian, brother Jian, why can't you make Feijian bigger?

Wouldn't it be nice to add two seats to make it look like a carriage?

Xia Xiaoman thought to himself.

The three headed west.

Dongsheng Shenzhou, the territory of the Daqing Dynasty, and the thirteen provinces in the south of the desert are all under the jurisdiction of King Zhennan.

The Zhennan Palace is located in Jingnan City, the capital city of Wenyun Province.