Chapter 66 Spiritual Realm Soul! Qing Yanjing Experiment

As his soul power rapidly increased, Zhang Yuan felt the swelling pain in his Baihui acupoint getting stronger and stronger, but his heart became calmer and calmer, and he even had the leisure to visualize the Thunder God picture.

"Hmm?"

Zhang Yuan felt a little surprised.

Although he could visualize the Thunder God picture all along, he could not see the real image of the Thunder God in the picture clearly. He could only see the general shape and outline, knowing that it was a human head and a dragon body.

This time, he found that he could vaguely see the real appearance of the Thunder God. It was a face he was very familiar with. The owner of the face was himself, maybe?

Just when Zhang Yuan wanted to confirm further, the soul power in the Baihui acupoint shook again, and his consciousness became erratic. Something had accumulated to the edge of explosion.

"Boom!"

Finally, accompanied by a thunder, the soul power in Zhang Yuan's body finally exceeded the maximum level he could bear, and exploded in the depths of his mind, like the Big Bang of the origin of the universe.

In such an incident, even if he didn't faint, he would become confused, but the fact is that he was guarding the spirit platform in the thunder, his consciousness became clearer and clearer, and he could see the chaotic golden light in his mind.

Observing this "sea", he could feel that his soul was taking shape, turning into substance, and began to devour a kind of energy.

It was a special energy of heaven and earth that he could not feel before, let alone touch and devour. At this moment, it was attracted by the golden light of his soul and quickly gathered.

With the continuous influx of these special energies, Zhang Yuan felt that his soul was becoming more and more solid. His soul felt like a body bathing in a hot spring and was becoming smart.

In this way, he began to immerse himself completely in this special state of cultivation. The comfort that directly acted on the soul was as refreshing as drinking a sip of soda in the dog days of summer.

The soul has always been an ethereal and indescribable thing. Not to mention those alchemists, even if Zhang Yuan had the Thunder God Visualization Picture, he could not feel the existence of the soul. He could only use a substance between nothingness, which he called soul power.

However, at this moment, the soul power is no longer in a state of nothingness, but condensed under the traction of some kind of force, becoming as vigorous as the heart.

Along with the infusion of spiritual energy, a light cocoon appears, and the surface keeps wriggling. Something is about to be nurtured, but it seems that there is always a breath missing.

Zhang Yuan has experienced this scene several times. He knows that this is the lack of a carrier, but now he has it, so he can help this light cocoon break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly!

"Condensation!"

Zhang Yuan practiced frantically.

Time slipped away at the fingertips, and seven days passed quickly.

"Boom!"

A shocking loud sound suddenly appeared, and Qing Yanjing, who was reading a book, immediately came to the outside of the wooden house.

In the center of the spiritual spring, Zhang Yuan was still there, with only half of his body exposed, but there was an invisible light floating above his head, and the vast and magnificent strange energy spread out with it as the origin.

This is Zhang Yuan's soul taking shape completely. The energy fluctuations that cannot be emitted are almost condensed into a substantial soul power, which spread out in an instant and even penetrated the space blockade created by Ling Ying.

In addition, he can also capture a special energy in the energy of heaven and earth.

"This is spiritual energy."

"The alchemist can only absorb it after he advances to the eighth grade. It is used to improve the soul realm and refine the eighth grade elixir. It is also an invisible special medicinal material."

The existence of spiritual energy between heaven and earth was told to Xiao Yanzi by Tianhuo Zun himself, including the soul realm. The ordinary, spiritual, heavenly, and emperor are all divided into the initial, middle, late, and great perfection.

When the soul realm reaches the spiritual realm, it means that you have a ticket to the Dou Zun strongman. The strong soul of the spiritual realm can become a Dou Zun, but Dou Zun rarely has a spiritual realm soul.

The low and middle levels of the seventh grade elixir will cause strange phenomena in the world, and the high level will attract the pill thunder. After forming, it will have the instinct to avoid the alchemist, and the quality of the eighth grade elixir ranges from two colors to nine colors, and it has extremely strong spiritual intelligence. The key is this spiritual energy.

If you want to refine the eighth grade elixir, you must have a spiritual realm soul that can mobilize the spiritual energy in the world.

"Shua!"

After half a minute, the dazzling special power gradually disappeared, revealing its true appearance.

This is a human figure. Qing Yanjing took a closer look and found that it was exactly the same as Zhang Yuan, but a little illusory.

"Is this a soul?"

Qing Yanjing thought of a conversation between Zhang Yuan and Ling Ying.

Souls were not rare in ancient times. Many alchemists liked to use soul power as a means to fight against enemies, because soul power is colorless and invisible, making it difficult to defend against.

But in this era, there is a force in the dark that makes the cultivation of souls more and more difficult. Few people have ever seen a soul that has truly transformed into a humanoid form, even some Dou Zun strongmen find it difficult to do so.

At this moment, Qing Yanjing noticed that Zhang Yuan's body in the spiritual spring opened his eyes, condensed wings behind him and flew towards the sky, while the soul body in the sky lowered its head and walked towards him step by step.

With every step, the soul body would shrink a little. When Zhang Yuan's body met, only a fist-sized ball of light remained, which directly sank into his forehead and disappeared.

At the moment when the ball of light disappeared, Qing Yanjing felt the pressure on another level dissipate into nothingness.

"Sister Jing, do you dare to take my palm?"

Zhang Yuan's eyes fell on Qing Yanjing.

"I can't beat you." Qing Yanjing rolled her eyes.

Zhang Yuan is very strong, and now he is also a fighting spirit. In addition, he also has powerful fighting skills, so he can easily abuse her.

"I don't use my physical strength or fighting spirit." Zhang Yuan smiled.

"Then come on." Qing Yanjing raised her beautiful hands and took a stance.

"I'll take it."

Zhang Yuan flew in front of Qing Yanjing and slapped her lightly.

Qing Yanjing also slapped her palm with some fighting spirit. She knew that it couldn't hurt Zhang Yuan.

"Bang!"

The two palms collided, but the collision of power was not obvious. Neither of them moved.

Qing Yanjing blinked and was about to say something, but suddenly felt a force coming from her mind, making her feel dizzy. Her legs softened and she fell forward and fell into Zhang Yuan's arms.

"You attacked my soul?" Qing Yanjing raised her head and stared at Zhang Yuan, her consciousness was still a little dazed.

"Yeah." Zhang Yuan smiled and nodded.

The soul of the spiritual realm is very strong. He felt that if he used it to plot against someone, the Dou Wang might not be able to resist it.

"What a monster." Qing Yanjing murmured subconsciously.

Zhang Yuan is really getting stronger and stronger.

"Monster?" Zhang Yuan pinched Qing Yanjing's chin, his eyes were fiery and he said, "What kind of monster is this?"

"I have something more powerful, Sister Jing, do you want to try it?"

Qing Yanjing thought of something, her whole body began to soften, and her eyes became watery.

That monster is indeed more powerful than a soul attack.

After all, it is a combination of soul and flesh.

Everyone, the manuscript has not been rescued, water damages memory, woo woo woo!

There is another chapter tomorrow at noon, and I have to work overtime to save the manuscript.