Volume 2, Chapter 173: The formation is opened and the soul is taken.
Jian Wu Shu: "Are you ready?"
Ye Tingmu: "Yeah, always ready."
Jian Wushu: "The Samsara Path, where Yin and Yang meet, is recorded as a place of death and silence. I cannot guarantee your safety. Perhaps you will never come back once you leave."
Ye Tingmu looked up at the dome, the loneliness in his eyes turned into a ray of light, never flickering: "If it is gone and never comes back, then it is gone and never comes back."
For the sake of his family, he had no way out.
Jian Wushu stopped trying to persuade him, but took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from the storage bag on his waist.
You can tell at a glance that this talisman is not the Taoist five-color talisman.
There are strange and weird patterns painted on it.
"Here's a pass, take it."
Ye Tingmu frowned slightly, and his expression became more serious.
He didn't understand ghost studies, but he still had some basic common sense. The so-called road guide was a talisman that guided people into the underworld.
It can also be said to be a pass.
He took the yellow talisman paper and looked at it carefully, but he couldn't understand it.
The font above is most likely ghost language, so it is understandable that he can't understand it.
Jian Wushu took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "I have said everything I should say, and I have done everything I can do. From now on, it all depends on you."
Ye Tingmu put away the yellow talisman paper.
She nodded at him, the corner of her mouth tilted up slightly.
"No need to say more, let's get started."
He has made full mental preparations.
He had already memorized the precautions that Jian Wushu had given him before.
There is nothing to worry about or hesitate about.
He walked slowly towards the stone platform in the middle.
His gaze lingered on the white soul for a few seconds.
Then he sat down.
Calm your thoughts and breathe slowly.
Let yourself enter a state of relaxation.
There was no more books and no more hesitation.
Came to the center of the formation.
He is about to start the battle.
Through huge energy, a spatial rift between the yin and yang worlds was torn open.
After the birth and death of all things, legend has it that there will be messengers from the underworld who will come to lead them into the path of reincarnation.
However, if the soul of a living person were to enter reincarnation, great means would be required.
But this is just a legend, no one knows.
At least Ye Tingmu really didn't know.
In his memory, the underworld he knew was nothing more than Ghost Gate, Yellow Spring Road, Forgotten River, Naihe Bridge...
“Let’s get started!”
Jian Wu Shu closed his eyes, his lips and teeth moved slightly, as if he was chanting some magic.
Then, make him the center.
The center of the formation under his feet suddenly shot out dazzling white rays.
Just a moment later.
The white light turned into eight white lights and sank into the eight small spirit stone hills built of spirit stones around it.
Just disappeared.
Spiritual energy began to radiate from those spiritual stones.
They interweave and merge.
Slowly float in the air.
That beam of white light is like a catalyst.
Let the spirit stone go from being a dead object to being responsive and alive.
Jian Wushu saw this scene and continued to make hand gestures.
Soon, an exquisite jade tower appeared on his chest.
The jade tower is exquisite and has nine floors.
The whole body is emerald green.
Jian Wushu just flipped his hand and sent it high into the sky.
The exquisite little tower shot up.
Immerse in the dome and hover.
Faintly, one could hear the sound of magical instruments chirping.
Ye Tingmu knew in his heart that this small tower was no ordinary item.
It must be good.
At least it is several levels higher than his own thunder.
The exquisite little tower rose into the air.
Then it spun wildly.
The aura emanating from his body seemed to transform into eight invisible giant hands at this moment.
They began to rush madly towards the eight small hills made of small spirit stones.
Just a moment of contact.
The spirit stones completely rioted.
Eight daytime auroras shot up into the sky.
Immerse into the dome, break the dome, and soar up to the sky.
The light is blinding and hot.
Not to mention the entire sky was pierced through.
Even the floating clouds were shattered.
The sky also became a little brighter at this moment.
It was winter, and even at noon, the sky was very gloomy.
But at this moment, the sky was bright.
Whether they are from Dusk City or Stepping Immortal Palace.
They all stopped and looked at it.
Lean on the window and enjoy it.
Most of them had some strange looks on their faces.
The eight beams of light were so dazzling, so bright, yet also so abrupt.
Appearing inexplicably, it always seems out of tune with this world.
"That seems to be the direction of Xiaotian Peak?"
"Can anyone tell me what happened?"
"Isn't the Sect Master in seclusion today? I guess it was the Sect Master who caused the commotion."
"Hiss... As expected of the Sect Master, even in seclusion he can create such a big commotion."
Many people started discussing it, and their guesses were pretty much the same.
Most of them are related to Ye Tingmu's retreat.
The matter of Xiaotian Peak is the top secret of Taxian Pavilion.
Except for Ye Tingmu's confidants and the most trustworthy group of people.
Naturally, other people don't know the inside story.
So at this point we can only rely on blind guessing.
On the other hand, outside Xiaotian Peak, Jinghong and others knew the truth.
But at this time, everyone looked worried.
They were worried, worried that something might happen to Ye Tingmu.
They prayed, prayed that everything would go smoothly and be successful.
As eight beams of light sank into the sky.
The clouds in the sky began to roll slowly.
Jian Wushu continued to do so silently.
The light of the exquisite little tower became brighter and brighter.
Until the entire cave turned into a sea of white.
Ye Tingmu couldn't help but mutter in his heart.
"This skill's special effects are quite dazzling."
At this moment, Jian Wushu suddenly opened his eyes.
His tone was extremely serious, and his usual playful expression was long gone.
"I'm going to extract your soul. It's going to hurt. You have to bear it."
Ye Tingmu didn't say anything more.
He just replied calmly: "Come on."
Soul extraction is the first step.
Only by separating Ye Tingmu's soul from his body can he enter reincarnation.
When the separation is successful, the residual soul nurtured over the past three years will be placed into its body.
In this way.
Only in this way can the body be guaranteed to remain immortal and incorruptible.
To put it simply, by doing this, Ye Tingmu is no longer a truly dead person.
But the soul of a living person.
Only when the souls of the living enter the reincarnation path of the underworld can they maintain their self-awareness and find the path to the burial ground.
This is also the most important thing, otherwise Jian Wushu would not have gone to so much effort to create this soul body.
"go!"
At that moment, Jian Wushu shouted again.
Above the exquisite little tower, a seven-colored halo was born.
Then at the same time, he pounced on Ye Tingmu.
Surround him.
To Ye Tingmu's surprise, the seven-colored light penetrated into his skin.
"Buzz!" There was a sudden roar in my ears.
Deafening.
The soul division begins.
There is no time to think about it.
Ye Tingmu only felt his scalp tingling.
Then a chaotic noise rang in my ears, like the voices of countless people superimposed on each other, and the broken images in my mind came flooding in like a volcanic eruption.
He only felt a warm liquid flowing through his nostrils, and his head seemed to be pierced by a sharp sword.
Pain, endless pain, accompanied by tearing, fills the entire brain.
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