I have a cave of evil

Three days later, the sky was clear and the sky was blue. It was an excellent weather.

Frowning on the back of Hanxue Centipede, Zhu Yao listened to Hui Yan's incantations, just like listening to a heavenly book, he could only force himself to listen a little bit, and he was not ashamed to ask Hui Yan for advice.

The two brothers and sisters, Hui Yan and Bai Yan, are very ordinary-looking, and they belong to the kind of people who can't be picked out after being thrown into the pile of ordinary people.The two have dark skin, dry and thin bodies, and they are in a state of malnutrition due to lack of food.He has a taciturn personality, usually with deep eyes, and looks dull, and can sit there alone for a whole day, asking if the two of them are not bored?

Huiyan said: "I'm pondering the incantation, it's not boring."

Bai Yan said: "I'm thinking about the sealing technique, it's not boring."

Elder brother Hui Yan is good at spells passed down by the psychic family, and younger sister Bai Yan is good at various sealing techniques.

Zhu Yao tried to chat with the two of them on the way, and all the replies he got were "um, ah, ok, ok, that's it...", short and perfunctory answers.

Later, Zhu Yao discovered that as long as he talked about spells and sealing techniques, the eyes of the brother and sister would light up, their whole temperament changed, and they were permeated with a dangerous mad scientist aura.

There was nothing wrong on the road, so Zhu Yao asked about the incantations of the psychic clan.

Don't tell me you don't know, you will be shocked when you say it.

When the ancestors of the psychic clan were at their most glorious, there was a king named the psychic king.

The Shaman King appeared even before the ancient kings. He was the king who proved the Tao at the end of the dark age. He could freely control the huge power of the spirit world, and there were few opponents at that time.

Like the ancient king, Shaman King also created many characters, which also have strange and powerful power.The difference is that the power secret text created by the ancient king represents most of the rules and powers in the world, while the text created by the Shaman King reveals more the secrets of the spiritual world and invokes the power of the spiritual world, so it is also called It is the Secret Text of Yuling.

Compared with the ancient king's method of putting the secret text of power in the item, the Shaman King passed the secret text of the spirit to his... clansmen.Because the use of the secret text of Yuling requires strong spiritual power, it is difficult for other human beings to use it.

It was also during this period that the power of the psychic clan reached its peak.

There is a saying that when the water is full, it will overflow, and when the moon is full, it will lose. When things develop to the extreme, they will inevitably decline.The psychic family began to decline, and with the continuous dilution of the Shaman King's blood, the spiritual power of the psychic family became weaker and weaker.

When hearing this, Zhu Yao's expression was wonderful.The current spiritual power of the psychic family is terrifying enough. Using his own spiritual power as a measure, it is roughly equal to the level of a five or six-year-old child in the psychic family.This level is more than enough to be a tribal priest with a hundred people, and the top blind old lady can directly open up the spiritual tunnel.

You tell me this is getting weaker and weaker?

However, Hui Yan looked serious, and said that it was indeed the case. Everyone in his grandfather's generation had enormous spiritual power. When it came to his parents' generation, their spiritual power was weakened by three-tenths.Now in his generation, he is much weaker than his parents.

Zhu Yao asked: "Isn't this a good thing? Your spiritual strength has been weakened from generation to generation, so can you avoid attracting spirit world creatures to hunt you down?"

Hui Yan said that now it is different from the past, fighting with spirit world creatures for thousands of years, the hatred has long been as deep as sea.When the spiritual power is strong, even if they attract powerful spirit creatures, they still have the power to fight. The problem now is that the spirit creatures keep chasing after them, but the strength of the psychic family is constantly weakening.The whole clan is worried that before the situation of the clansmen improves, they will be destroyed in the hands of spirit world creatures.

Originally, there was a gate of the spirit world built by the ancient king between the spirit world and the present world, which could separate the two worlds. As a result, the battle roar god who guarded the gate died. The gap between the world and the present world is getting wider and wider, and more and more spirit world creatures are chasing and killing them.

This time, the merchant came to investigate the situation of the gate of the spirit world, but somehow it was about to arrive, and the priest changed his mind and left in a different direction.

Zhu Yao secretly thought... thinking, thinking that the psychic priest sensed that the blood head god is not easy to provoke, and decided to avoid the edge for the time being.

However, he doesn't pay attention to some spiritual bodies.

The Yaksha ghost eater, this ghost, is almost a spirit body in another world. It just so happens that most of the creatures in the spirit world are spirit bodies.

What's more, Yaksha is only one of the evolution directions of the ownerless wandering soul. The other two kinds of [Yin Soldier] and [Ghost Escort] also restrain the spirit body very much.

In the next few years, it is necessary to focus on the development of ghost units.

The blood skull god is a spirit body god, and physical attacks have little effect on him.

Going back to the secret text of the imperial spirit, in the eyes of creatures with low spirituality, this kind of secret text is just a mess of lines without any meaning. Even if it is handed over to Dashi who is proficient in several languages ​​for translation, he will not be able to start.You must use spiritual power to "read" to understand the meaning.

This also involves the strength of spiritual power and the control of spiritual power, which made Zhu Yao's temples twitch, his headache was splitting, and he wanted to give up several times.

He has always used spiritual power to communicate with the totem god, and he only knows the most basic and crude way. Now when he reads the secret text of Yuling, he feels like a thick-skinned man with an embroidery needle embroidering a picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water. hurt yourself.

Yes!

The frightening thing about the Secret Text of Yuling is that it has a certain amount of spiritual power, and if it is not combined properly, it will cause harm to the user.

This is where the threshold for learning the secret text of the imperial spirit lies. The psychic people with strong spiritual power feel that these injuries are just a breeze blowing on their faces. into pieces.

Barely memorizing more than a dozen secret texts of Yuling, Zhu Yao rubbed the center of his brows, looking at the blue sky, trying to calm down the trauma he suffered from studying.

Suddenly, a few black spots appeared in the blue sky, which disrupted the artistic conception.

The dark spots are columnar, getting thicker and thicker as they go down, rolling endlessly.

Looking around, there are clearly a few large black smoke columns, this scene Zhu Yao is very familiar with, it is the black smoke from the charcoal kiln of the corpse... bone tribe.

Compared with when we just left, the number of charcoal kilns has increased significantly.

The worries in Zhu Yao's heart were all gone, and an inexplicable and complicated emotion suddenly rose, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help getting moist.

Traveling for twelve days, the lonely torment of getting lost in the wilderness; the trembling among the totem gods, like walking on thin ice; the narrow escape in the underground cave...

All kinds of pain disappeared without a trace at this moment.

"despair!"

A drop of water turned into ice beads with the wind, knocking on Bai Yan's forehead.

Bai Yan raised his head, stared blankly at the blue sky, and said softly, "Brother, there is a hailstorm."

Huiyan glanced at the ice bead passing through the air, lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice:

"It's not hail, it's someone crying."

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