"This is?"
He lightly touched it with his spiritual consciousness, and the lines suddenly exploded, transforming into thousands of silver threads that wrapped around him. An obscure mantra was directly imprinted deep in his soul.
Practicing soul-stealing techniques together!
The Moon Clan's secret method of fellow cultivation is that when the soul and the body merge, one can steal the secrets of heaven, absorb the skills, and use the other person's methods for one's own benefit.
Li Lingge suddenly opened his eyes, with silver light flashing in his eyes.
The moonlight on the altar had not yet faded, and Wei Xiang was still immersed in the state of sacrifice, with the moon lines on his forehead as bright as snow.
He stared at her and suddenly understood the true meaning of this technique.
Not plunder, but resonance.
The moonlight gradually dimmed, and Wei Xiang slowly withdrew. When she turned around, she met Li Lingge's burning gaze.
Her fingertips trembled slightly, and the spiritual contract concluded during the sacrifice just now was still hot on her wrist.
"What did you realize?"
Li Lingge chuckled and suddenly grabbed her wrist.
The silver thread of the spiritual contract suddenly lit up, connecting the auras of the two.
"The Soul-Capture Technique." His warm breath brushed against her earlobe. "When I practiced with a woman, I naturally mastered the technique. I never thought the Moon Clan even had such a technique."
Wei Xiang's pupils shrank slightly. She had seen records of this secret technique in ancient books. It was one of the most secretive inheritances of the Moon Clan.
Before she opened her mouth, Li Lingge's fingertips had already touched the moon pattern between her eyebrows.
"Why not give it a try?"
"What?"
Before Wei Xiang could react, the silver light of the moon pattern became brighter. Wei Xiang only felt his soul lighten, as if he was pulled into a chaotic space.
Li Lingge's consciousness turned into a silver dragon and coiled around her the moment it touched her soul.
boom!
The essence of the art of talismans that she had learned throughout her life unfolded in his sea of consciousness like a scroll.
This is not unilateral theft, but true sharing of the Tao.
The moonlight on the altar suddenly boiled over and turned into a whirlpool that enveloped the two of them.
Wei Xiang never thought that fellow spiritual practitioners could also absorb her skills.
Their spiritual consciousness transformed into two silver carps, chasing and playing in the galaxy that appeared in their sea of consciousness.
Sometimes they embrace each other, sometimes they follow each other head to tail, and every touch ignites the brilliant starlight.
Wei Xiang's true understanding of the art of talismans was like fireflies floating in the sky, and was gently picked up by Li Lingge's spiritual consciousness.
The breaths of the two people intertwined in the moonlight, sometimes as gentle as the spring breeze blowing through the willows, and sometimes as fierce as the waves crashing against the shore.
Every breath drives divine energy to flow throughout the body, creating a pearly luster on the skin.
When the silver light dissipated, Wei Xiang discovered that what was condensed at Li Lingge's fingertips was the Ice-Sealing Battle-Transforming Talisman that she had comprehended!
He chuckled as he twisted the Ice Battle Talisman.
"It seems that your talisman will be mine from now on."
Wei Xiang's ears turned red, but she did not struggle to break free from his grip.
boom!
A sharp sword energy suddenly slashed towards the altar, and Li Lingge and Wei Xiang's eyes turned cold.
Li Lingge waved his sleeves, and the chaotic energy turned into a barrier, shattering the sword energy.
The smoke and dust dissipated, and a figure came out of the air, shrouded in a strange black fog.
Huo Lin's eyes were as sinister as a poisonous snake, and there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.
"I didn't expect that the Moon Clan's altar would actually be activated by you."
His voice was hoarse and low, totally unlike the tone of a young disciple.
Wei Xiang's pupils shrank slightly, and he instantly recognized the person's identity.
"Holin?"
She recognized this disciple, and if she really wanted to talk to him, she would call him senior brother.
As the disciple of the Great Elder, Huo Lin had always been unknown. After five million years, his cultivation level had only reached the early stages of the Divine Realm.
This person is usually taciturn and rarely interacts with others.
But at this moment, his aura was completely different.
There was a corrupted pressure surrounding him that did not belong to him, as if something was parasitic inside him.
"Huolin?" Huolin grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth. "Oh, that guy died a long time ago."
"Possessing someone else's body?" Li Lingge's eyes darkened. "Who are you?!"
Huo Lin smiled grimly.
"Boy, you are not qualified to know my identity."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly made a hand gesture, and black mist surged around him, and a huge shadow condensed behind him.
It was the image of an old man in a black robe, with eyes as deep as the abyss and overwhelming pressure, which was the aura of a true god!
"Although this body is weak, it is more than enough to bear the power of my god."
Wei Xiang's pupils suddenly contracted, and his eyes were fixed on the shadow of the old man in black robe.
That cold aura, that oppressive aura like an abyss and a prison, and those eyes that seemed to be able to devour all light.
The Grand Elder of Fuyao Sect, Song Ziming!
"It's you!"
Her voice trembled slightly as she recognized the face she had seen in the portrait in the sect's ancestral hall.
"Grand Elder?"
Song Ziming's Dharma image let out a hoarse laugh.
"I didn't expect that you actually knew me."
His gaze was like a poisonous snake fixed on Wei Xiang's heart, where the bright moonlight was shining.
"Hand over the Heart of Taiyin!" Song Ziming stared greedily at Wei Xiang's chest, "I can spare this brat's life!"
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