NovelSearch Vol 2 Chapter 855: Soul clone on the throne
Vol 2 Chapter 855: Soul clone on the throne
Into the night.
The wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger.
The sky is full of cold winds enveloping hail, howling and crisscrossing.
With his superb cultivation skills, Jian Nanchun was able to fly with his sword in such wind and snow without any major problems. The problem is that he is worried that the two juniors and younger sisters will not be able to handle it.
Therefore, they can only rest in a valley.
After stopping, Jian Nanchun looked at Yi Lin curiously, and then looked back at Xia Xiaoman, who was still trembling with cold even after running the exercises, sinking into thought.
This Junior Brother Lin Yi, isn't it just the cultivation base during the qi receiving period?
Wait a minute.
When will the cultivation base be able to fly with the sword during the aspiration period?
Can you fly thousands of miles in one breath without blushing or breathing?
Jian Nanchun finally noticed something wrong.
He wanted to take advantage of Yi Lin's carelessness, stepping up to Yi Lin's veins, and probing his details.
But Jian Nanchun didn't find a chance.
No food was found in the ice and snow.
Yi Lin reluctantly searched the surroundings for a round, and only dug out a few hibernating big snakes from the cave. He skillfully took out the snake gall and venom sac, immediately removed the blood, washed, and chopped them, and then surrounded the three people in the ice and snow. Over the bonfire, shabu snake meat hot pot.
For soul cooking masters, there are no bad dishes, only bad ingredients. As long as the ingredients are okay, he is okay.
The seven-color light flashed, and the food was out.
Jian Nanchun and Xia Xiaoman have long been acquainted with the dishes with their own special effects.
Even for Lin Yi, it is a strange thing that the special effects of the dishes made are not enough.
"Ah~~~~"
Xia Xiaoman felt that he had come back to life again after the warm snake broth entered his abdomen.
Lin Yi hates everything, but his cooking skills are a bit outrageous.
Xia Xiaoman nibbled the snake roll in the soup, clamped his leg, and muttered secretly.
"Brother, there is one thing, Senior Brother must remind you."
The meal is over.
When Jian Nanchun saw Xia Xiaoman curled up beside the fire and dozed in a daze, he quietly came to Yi Lin's side.
"Brother, please speak."
"You just said that you are going to kill King Zhennan. Brother hopes you are just joking."
"Oh?" Yi Lin gave Jian Nanchun a strange look, then asked with a soft voice, "Why not?"
"Daqing's energy is exhausted, and who is the true emperor of the next dynasty is still unknown. Everything is fixed, whether you, me, him, or this Daqing dynasty. In case the Zhennan King is really the destined emperor Fate, let's not say that you kill him, it will be difficult, even if it really makes you successful, such things that go against the sky will be condemned by the gods."
As he said, Jian Nanchun mysteriously moved that stubborn face a little closer, and pointed to the top of his head with taboo: "It will be unlucky, or even struck by lightning."
"Leave aside, I just talked 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 fate, then you still learn Guashu?"
Yi Lin looked at Jian Nanchun with a more weird look. The expression in his eyes seemed to say, "Your brain is normal and abnormal." He didn't know how to explain to Jian Nanchun, so he could only cite one chestnut: "Can you generalize the study of hexagrams and belief in fate? Like you, Senior Brother Jian, you want to sleep with Senior Sister, didn’t you end up sleeping in the end?"
"..."
In the next second, Jian Nanchun froze in place like an electric shock.
...
After ignoring Jian Nanchun, Yi Lin hid in the tree, took a proficient shot, and entered the pivot.
"You are here~"
Green seemed very happy.
It seems to be afraid of falling asleep for decades, so it hasn't slept all the time, squatting on the coconut tree.
On the lake, the embryonic form of the throne has been formed.
The dazzling white streamer is interwoven into the shape of a seat.
It's just that the "throne" hasn't been solidified yet, and there are signs of falling apart at any time. It seemed that what Green was talking about was not a lie. It might be a sneeze that really wiped out the "throne" that Yi Lin had worked so hard to engrave in the hinge.
The spray is so terrifying.
"Achieve yourself."
But Yi Lin was already very satisfied. He looked at the throne that was only partially completed, and remembering Xiaoxi's words, he understood what he was going to do in this world and in the long time he was about to spend.
This is a costly project, and before the completion of the project, it is difficult for Yi Lin to imagine what it will be like.
On the throne, there is a dim figure, in a fixed posture, too lazy to sit on the throne.
Yi Lin closed her eyes tightly and let go of her mind.
Gradually, a dotted line appeared between Yi Lin's "body" and the "shadow" on the throne.
This countless dotted line, like a spider web, connects Irin to the figure on the throne.
This is the "soul clone".
When Green was free, he taught Yi Lin how to create a ghost clone.
For the technique of creating the soul clone, Green seemed to hang, his wings knocked on Yi Lin's forehead, and Yi Lin understood.
"Why didn't you use this way of opening the hanger earlier!"
When Green finally showed his hand in front of Yi Lin, Yi Lin was very angry.
"It's just a small trick, it's no big deal."
When the show was over, Green flew away again, with little wings flashing, without taking away a cloud.
Yi Lin ignored Green and sat on the lake and meditated.
But what he is doing now is not just accepting qi.
In the hub, there is no such thing as "Reiki", and no amount of inhalation can fill up the meridians.
Therefore, what Yi Lin is doing now is not to accept, but to vomit.
He absorbed the spiritual energy in the meridians during the day, and before it dissipated, he transferred it to the soul point to store it.
The soul clone is a pure energy clone, and there is no such thing as a realm or bottleneck.
Because Yi Lin shook out the talent of "Jealous Talents" in the beginning of the game, he brought his own practice Debuff, and it was difficult for Yi Lin to achieve success in the practice of the Eight Classics. So now, Yi Lin can only rely on his comprehension. It's full of crooked ways.
Simply put, as long as he is slack, he will leak himself.
Just like an inflatable doll that lacks maintenance, it will leak if you say it is leaking.
After a while, he absorbed the gathered spiritual energy through the exercises, and almost all of it vomited into the soul clone.
After getting all the aura out of the body, Yi Lin was satisfied.
"At last it won't be wasted."
Anyway, he usually uses the psionic value in his body for his skills, and this is the root of the apostle.
Creating a soul clone in the hub may be a frightening moment at a critical moment.
...
"Xiao Bai, Xiao Hong, Xiao Mei~"
The process of creating the "throne" and condensing the "soul clone" brings Yi Lin a new home-like experience.
Little by little, little by little, create the perfect home.
He was in a very good mood. He came to the two small windows and awakened Nie Hongxiu, Gaya Geummi, and Bai Xiaoyi respectively.
The three mother spirits are doing things in their spiritual home.
At first, when Yi Lin learned how to enter the hub, they still felt fresh and came to visit from time to time.
But they are skewered, they feel boring, and usually nothing comes out.
"Come on, you guys help me rub."
Yi Lin suddenly said something that made the three mother spirits excited.
"Uh, no, don't get me wrong, I mean rubbing my great sword."
Yi Lin suddenly felt that the last sentence was misleading, so he quickly pointed to the rusty deviance sword floating on the spiritual lake and smiled:
"You try to wipe the dust off the sword."
...
It's another night.
Yi Lin has been busy all night.
When he opened his eyes again, Jian Nanchun still maintained the "like an electric shock" posture.
Ah, Jian Nanchun's stiffness was all night.
The monk was used to sitting in meditation and staying motionless all night, it was not a big deal.
Yi Lin shook his hand in front of Jian Nanchun, and Brother Chun, who had been hit hard, finally recovered.
He glanced at Yi Lin faintly like a deep-seated woman, and stopped talking.
Yi Lin extinguished the bonfire, patted the awake and slumbering younger sister, and the three of them set off again.
"Can I sit on your skateboard!" Xia Xiaoman finally couldn't help but pointed to Jian Nanchun's small flying sword, and complained: "Brother Jian's sword is too sword! It's uncomfortable!"
Jian Nanchun was taken aback again.
If you say that Lin Yi is demanding and dislikes it, then forget it.
Unexpectedly, the new junior sister also disliked his flying sword and sat uncomfortably.
"alright."
Yi Lin glanced at Xia Xiaoman calmly, thinking that this was also an opportunity to gain the favor of the younger sister.
Once you have brushed up your favorability, will you not be able to do whatever you want? Borrowing a [Emperor's Seal] or something, it couldn't be more normal, right?
So Yi Lin readily agreed.
No matter how funny the jet board looks, it’s more comfortable to sit up than flying swords.
But Yi Lin missed Xiaoqing's soft back a little, warm, warm, like sitting on a duck feather pillow.
He regretted that when he went down the mountain, he didn't apply to take Xiaoqing out of the mountain.
...
Sunrise is red in the east.
After a night of blizzards ~www.readwn.com~ there was silver makeup everywhere, shining in the morning light.
The familiar snow scene made Yi Lin miss her and couldn't help humming softly.
Xia Xiaoman sat silently behind Yi Lin, gently squeezing the corners of the senior's clothes with both hands.
If it weren't for Jian Nanchun's Feijian to sit uncomfortably, she would not be able to make such a request even if she was killed because of her new and old hatred of Yi Lin.
Xia Xiaoman was not only angry with Yi Lin, but also even Jian Nanchun complained.
Brother Sword, Brother Sword, why can't you make the flying sword bigger?
Wouldn’t it be nice to add two seats and make it into a carriage-like style?
Xia Xiaoman thought to himself.
The three of them headed west.
Dongsheng Shenzhou, the territory of the Daqing Dynasty, and the thirteen deserted provinces were all under the jurisdiction of the Zhennan King.
The Zhennan Wangfu is located in Jingnan City, the capital city of Wenyun Province.