However, from what Feng Ling said, it's not a soul seed, it's a heaven seed!!
A naturally formed seed!!
Even with Bai Mo's well-trained state of mind, his breathing couldn't help but become heavier.
He took a few deep breaths and suppressed his desire. He didn't dare to absorb more than his level, so he would just come back for it later.
Glancing at Feng Ling and feeling his own high-level third-level wind cultivation, he clenched his fists. That day would not be too far away.
Concentrating his floating thoughts, Bai Mo looked at Feng Ling and said, "Quick, let me feel the new power of the soul wind."
Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt his expression freeze. The wind spirit in front of him flashed with moonlight and ran back to the summoning plane.
He had no time to be surprised, because he suddenly realized that the wind system brought by the wind spirit in the spiritual world had never stopped growing since she broke through to become the commander-in-chief and reached the third high level.
His mind raced in an instant, and thinking about the huge elemental power that Feng Ling had just absorbed, he couldn't help but laugh or cry.
"What's wrong?" Ding Yumian asked when she saw his strange expression.
"Feng Ling ate too much and couldn't digest it all at once."
Feeling this spiritual world can be said to be the wind-type cultivation of running forward, and Bai Mo is helpless.
It is said that the Elemental Calamity is both a disaster and a blessing. The Wind Spirit's appetite for swallowing up half of the wind elements in the canyon in one go is something that he would never be able to do under normal circumstances.
But now it has failed. The good thing is that her cultivation has improved rapidly. It is rare that she can endure it for a while and communicate with herself.
It’s a pity that I won’t be able to see you for a while.
Bai Mo thought of the little Princess Yan in the original novel. She also used the Holy Land of Elements, but she did it to regain a new life, and obtaining the soul fire was just a by-product.
Most of the power of the Elemental Tribulation was used up by her rebirth, which also caused her body flame to become unstable again. She needed many soul seeds and went to the Parthenon to practice.
Feng Ling doesn't have this problem. I think when she comes out again, she should be the top commander in the advanced period.
"Bai Mo, look at the forehead of this bird statue!" At this moment, Lingling saw that Bai Mo had finished his work, and pointed at the forehead of the huge stone bird.
"Forehead? What's wrong with your forehead?"
As he asked, Bai Mo's eyes fell on the forehead of the giant stone bird.
Due to the strong wind caused by the wind spirit's promotion just now, the stone statue, which was originally covered with dust, became much cleaner, and many lines and details on its body were also revealed.
On the dark forehead, there were strands of exquisite, delicate, complex and mysterious lines that were extremely clear.
Bai Mo subconsciously shut up, stared at the patterns for a while, then turned his head, looked at Lingling, and then looked at Ding Yumian.
"Some of them look like the totem pattern of the sacred bird buried on the island we found in the Zhongshan Islands."
"Yes, there is also a blood-eyed curse crow near that island, and that skeleton also contains the power of the undead." Ding Yumian nodded, with a gleam in his eyes.
"Yes! It's that pattern. I never thought that the mysterious totem actually lived in such a far place." Lingling said.
"But there's nothing here except the statue. Let's go to the altar on the other side and take a look."
Bai Mo nodded, with some anticipation in his eyes, and directly used the teleportation technique to reach the stone platform on the cliff on the other side.
This is an altar, which is built in an extremely simple and ancient style, with a circular staircase extending from the outside to the center.
Climbing up the altar, on the high platform in the center, there was a palm-sized dark green kettle placed quietly. The kettle was flat and it was unknown what material it was made of.
Bai Mo and others did not approach, but were attracted by the murals carved on the mountain wall.
The mural is carved with a divine bird soaring in the sky, with a colorful head and yellow claws. Maybe its feet are not yellow, but the wall is.
It is graceful, with long flowing hair, protecting the people in one area. It blows strong winds at all times, moving countless sand, stones and ancient trees, and pouring them all down to the seaside.
After reading the content of the mural, Lingling was a little surprised. The story behind the mural was very simple and very famous.
"Jingwei fills the sea, that mysterious bird totem is Jingwei!!"
Lingling's eyes were sparkling, filled with excitement and satisfaction of solving a puzzle.
"That should be it. This seems to be a totem device? But it seems to be broken."
Bai Mo nodded. He had guessed the same thing and walked to the only thing in front of the center platform of the altar.
He looked at the kettle-like object in front of him. There were some small gaps at the neck and several other places. Many things here were broken, but this kettle was also a little damaged, but it was well preserved.
I don't think it's an ordinary thing, but if it's a totem device.
Can the totem device also break down?
But since everything that accompanies it is dead, so it is understandable that it is broken?
Just as Bai Mo was secretly speculating, he felt the pendant hanging on his chest tremble, making his neck itchy.
"Knitting."
He muttered to himself, but in his heart he was guessing. The pendant hanging on his chest was a soul-repairing magic weapon made by Tohuotuo, made of broken glass that he got from somewhere.
Could it have something to do with this kettle? !
Bai Mo lowered his head and squinted his eyes to look carefully at the broken corner of the kettle. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the shape was similar to the pieces of glass that Huo Tuo took out.
"But now the shape doesn't match up!"
Spreading out the taken soul-repairing magic weapon on the palm of your hand, you will see a diamond-shaped crystal strung on a necklace, which is exquisite and unique.
He is a blacksmith after all. The glass shards are only the main materials, and there are also auxiliary materials. Naturally, it is impossible to maintain the original appearance.
“Buzz~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!”
A faint soul light flashed on the palm-sized flat kettle. At the moment the soul light flashed, the small diamond-shaped soul-repairing magic weapon in Bai Mo's hand suddenly flew up and fell directly into the mouth of the kettle.
“I’ll go!”
Bai Mo hadn't decided whether to give it a try yet, this soul-repairing magic weapon wasn't cheap, and it was already stolen! ?
He quickly picked up the kettle and poured it out.
It would have been fine if he hadn't picked it up. As soon as he picked it up, a connection immediately came from the kettle and directly connected to his soul.
Immediately afterwards, Bai Mo felt that his magic power was being absorbed by this small kettle, and was being absorbed continuously.
"No, I was scammed."
For a moment, Bai Mo was speechless. This was the second time he had seen such an active totem vessel.
However, when he noticed that the kettle was flashing and the broken gaps were slowly healing, he stopped pouring.
He signaled with his eyes to the two adults and one child who were watching him perform, and then he let his mind go, and the magic power poured into them like a flood that had been opened.
The spring was operating at full capacity, and the cliff was slowly drying up and losing its luster.
He poured the water for five hours, turning the entire cliff into a barren state. Finally, the kettle in his hand stopped absorbing his magic power.
At the same time, Bai Mo also sensed that the kettle had recovered through his soul connection with it.
"Good fellow, if it were someone else, I'm afraid he would be squeezed dry by you."
Bai Mo muttered to himself, and seeing that Ding Yumian and others were full of confusion, he gave a brief explanation.
"So, this should be a totem device. But what is its function?" Ding Yumian said.
"I haven't tested it yet, so I don't know yet. I hope it's a soul-repairing magic weapon, otherwise I'll feel a little bit at a loss."
As Bai Mo spoke, he had already closed his eyes. With a thought, he realized that this small pot could not be stored in the spiritual world.
Then he mobilized his consciousness, followed the soul connection with the totem vessel, and skillfully entered the world of the vessel.
As soon as you enter here, your eyes will light up. You will see numerous dots of dark green or dark blue light floating in the entire vessel world.
They were like fireflies flying in the dark night, beautiful and dreamy, but Bai Mo knew that these were the remnants of soul essence that already existed in his soul cultivation vessel.
Residual soul? !
"Wait, where is the remnant soul! !"
Bai Mo was shocked, and he immediately ruled out the possibility that the old ghost Huo Tuo had given him the spoils, because what he gave him were the residual souls of three hundred commanders and a monarch-level one!
He stared at the numerous dark green spots of light and soon found the remnant soul of the monarch level, but the commander level was gone!
Instead, he suddenly discovered three commander-level spirits.
He remembered clearly the number of soul essences and residual souls that he asked Huo Tuo to make: eight hundred slave-level soul essences, no generals, three hundred commander-level residual souls, and one monarch-level residual soul.
However, the other two are now fine, only the commander-level residual soul is missing, replaced by three commander-level essence souls.
"That old man Huo Tuo will never lose money."
Bai Mo's expression was a little strange, but also a little happy. He was now basically certain that this was a vessel for the souls of the dead.
And it is a vessel for the souls of the dead that can condense the residual souls!
However, it took three hundred residual souls to condense three essence souls, which felt a bit too little.
This thought flashed through Bai Mo's mind, and he shook his head again, thinking that he was too greedy.
After that, he began to try to practice to see if this thing had the effect of a soul-repairing magic weapon.
When the space system galaxy was activated and he felt the huge warm energy coming from this small pot, Bai Mo opened his eyes instantly, his eyes full of surprise.
"It seems you have a good harvest?"
Seeing him open his eyes, Leng Qing said.
"Yes, this is a vessel for the souls of the dead that can condense the residual souls into the essence. It also serves as a magic tool for repairing the soul." Bai Mo nodded without hiding anything.
As he spoke, Bai Mo immediately poured all the contents of the ghost vessel in his hand into the small pot.
The most numerous were the residual souls, totaling more than two thousand. Two of them were the monarchs who had just been killed, followed by several commanders, and the remaining generals and servants.
Then there are 28 commander-level spirits, all of which were obtained with great effort during this period, as well as 411 general-level spirits and 522 servant-level spirits.
So many essences and residual souls poured in all at once, causing the small pot to tremble, as if it was very excited.
Then, under Bai Mo's gaze, he saw numerous residual souls quickly gathering behind the black mist in the vessel's sky and earth, as if two meteor showers in the starry sky were colliding with each other.
The dark blue light bloomed like a flame, and when everything stopped, ten general-level spirits and fifteen slave-level spirits appeared.
However, this was not what Bai Mo was most concerned about. What made him widen his eyes was when he transferred more than 500 slave-level spirits from the Ghost Bracelet.
These slave-level spirits, together with the six hundred slave spirits already in the small pot, began to burn like flames, and then gathered into a large ball of burning soul flame.
Then, under Bai Mo's incredulous gaze, this soul flame slowly turned into a war general-level spirit.
'What is this, synthesis?'
Bai Mo was a little surprised and a little heartbroken.
He just counted and found that there were 137 slave-level spirits left, which means that the soul fire just now burned a thousand of his slave-level spirits, and only then did it burn out one general-level spirit.
This is too little!
A slave-level soul essence can be sold for at least five million. What is burned is the soul essence, but his life!
I feel like I've lost a lot.
Bai Mo looked at the remaining essence in the vessel and tried to take out the burned essence. After finding that he could, he felt a little more balanced.
What the hell?
The proportion is too bad. He frowned, thinking of the tattered appearance of the pot just now. He secretly wondered, could it be that it has just been restored?
"What's wrong?" Ding Yumian noticed that his face looked a little strange and asked.
"I discovered some small functions." Bai Mo shook his head. It cannot be said that the previous function is completely useless. If it can burn out the monarch's spirit, it will be even more useful.
Thinking of this, he said slowly, "I gave it a name, called the Soul Refining Pot."
"That's quite appropriate." Lingling nodded.
While they were talking, everyone had already walked out of the Tianmen Canyon.
"The west is a demonic area, there are no cities. If we want to go back, there are two routes."
Lingling took out her tablet computer and pulled up a map. "One route goes west, across the Pamir Plateau, to Usbek. This country is visa-free for our country, and there are flights from the capital to the Magic City."
When talking about this route, Lingling's eyes lit up and she looked at Bai Mo with great anticipation.
"Let's go back the same way." Leng Qing interrupted. She already knew what the second way was and didn't plan to take any more risks.
It is not an exaggeration to say that the Pamir Plateau is a subsidiary territory of Kunlun. The unknown means danger.
They had already walked through the Taklamakan Desert once and had gained experience, so it was not too difficult to walk through it again along the same route.
Bai Mo and Ding Yumian had no objection to Leng Qing's decision, but Lingling had given up the idea of taking the risk.
After resting for a night and regaining their energy, Bai Mo and his group stepped into the desert again.
We didn't meet anyone from the Xuandu Hunter Group. It seems they don't plan to go back in the short term.
Relying on the towering and majestic outline of the Tianshan Mountains and following the general route we came from, it took us a full week to finally get out of the desert.
They encountered many dangers along the way, but after experiencing it once, they knew how dangerous the desert monsters were and they got through it safely.
As soon as he entered the city, Bai Mo found that his cell phone was ringing non-stop.
"You don't want to process the information?"
In the car, Ding Yumian heard the sound of Bai Mo's phone and pointed to the phone that was charging.
"Nothing interesting, most of them are probably reminders from 10086 or something."
As he spoke, Bai Mo took out his cell phone, unlocked it and took a look. He found that most of the calls were from Teacher Feng Li, and there were also text messages. Most of the text messages contained information about the current actions of the people in the government.
At this moment, Mo Fan and his team had already completed the Sahara rescue operation, defeated the Egyptian National Pavilion, and were training in Psini. (End of this chapter)
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