"This... I'll explain it to you later." Yu Ling had forgotten that Xue Qingling was still there. To be precise, she had ignored her identity as a candidate spirit girl of the Yuanling Clan.

Xue Qingling showed a slightly confused look: "I'm just surprised... These are the three major spiritual arts of the Phantom Clan as the foundation of the clan. Logically speaking, they will never teach them to outsiders, let alone you..."

Yu Ling couldn't help but have a headache, but Xue Qingling's words once again refreshed his understanding of the soul condensation technique. He knew that this technique was infinitely mysterious and must be very precious, but he didn't expect it to be so precious.

In his mind, Zi Chenruo's elegant and fairy-like figure appeared in his mind. There was a slight smile on the girl's face, and the most tenderness in her eyebrows.

Unknowingly, it has been two years since we last met. I wonder if Chenruo is okay now?

Yu Ling glanced at the amethyst deep in the spiritual ring. It was a birthday gift given to him by Zi Chenruo. He didn't know what the special function of this crystal was, but he had always carefully treasured it.

It's coming soon... Only when he establishes his own world in Wuya can he be qualified to be on an equal footing with the Phantom Emperor.

Yu Ling calmed down and put these distracting thoughts away from her mind, because now is not the time for children to love each other.

When he turned his head, he found that Xue Qingling had been staring at him steadily, and he couldn't help but said with some embarrassment: "What's wrong?"

"Oh, I was thinking that your soul condensation technique seems to be incomplete, and you are not a member of the Phantom Clan, so the effect is bound to be greatly reduced, but why... do you know what amazing things you have done?

Once a person dies, yin and yang are separated

, snatching people from the Netherworld to the Yang Realm, this is simply... something even a Void Soul Realm soul master cannot do." It is difficult for Xue Qingling to have particularly intense emotions, but she was a little incoherent at this moment, because

This was completely beyond her common sense.

"Really?" Yu Ling was slightly startled, maybe because he had done the same thing several times, so he didn't find it that weird.

"Oh, my spiritualism must be too good. I don't want to be like this. I can't help it with my natural talent." Yin Shen's sighing tone clearly showed unconcealable pride.

Yingcheng directly poured cold water on it: "Your contribution accounts for at most 10% to 20%, and the soul condensation technique accounts for the other 20%. More importantly... I think it is the function of the white bottle, to be precise, it is the white light."

"What's the difference? Isn't the white light the power of the white bottle?" Yin Shen disagreed, but he still knew himself. If spiritualism was so unnatural, he would have made a fortune long ago.

Yingcheng said thoughtfully: "I thought so before, but I always feel that the white bottle is not like a Horcrux, because I am a Horcrux and I have feelings."

"What do you mean?" Yu Ling also became somewhat interested.

"I... I'm just talking casually, it may not be right." There was a bit of hesitation in Yingcheng's tone: "The white light in the bottle feels like soul power to me, but it also seems to have the power of the other two systems.

Power is like...different paths lead to the same destination."

"Different paths...or the same destination?" Yu Ling had some vague inspiration, but it was like a dream and a bubble, and she couldn't grasp it clearly.

Anyway, such a difficult thing as resurrecting the dead is definitely not something that can be accomplished by the incomplete version of Soul Condensation Technique. Even with the addition of Yin Shen's Soul Conjuring Technique, it is impossible. Eighty percent of it is white light that plays the role of reversing life and death.

It's just...if the white light is not the power of the white bottle, then what is it? Why does it give him an indescribable sense of intimacy?

The more Yu Ling thought about it, the more confused she became, and finally she had to put the matter aside for the time being.

Xue Qingling looked at him hesitantly, not knowing what she was thinking of. She shook her head and said, "Forget it, you don't seem to understand very well. Let's talk about it later."

Yu Ling couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned her gaze back to the waking middle-aged woman. At this moment, she was hugging her son and crying, completely ignoring that there were many people around her.

Although many of the middle-aged woman's soul fragments have dissipated, and the remaining memory may be less than 30%, and may even be overlapping and confusing, no matter what, being able to revive the dead is definitely an undoubted miracle, even for that person

The beggar who caused the trouble was also stunned and had nothing to say.

"Let's go." Yu Ling said lightly, and the red priest next to him just woke up from a dream, looked at him blankly for a few seconds, and said with a trembling voice: "My God, you... you are really

Is it the envoy sent by Mintian?"

Yu Ling was inevitably a little amused and said vaguely: "Maybe it's a coincidence that I'm here, maybe it's not, who knows?"

If it were normal, the King of Ghost Dreams would definitely laugh at him for pretending to be a ghost, but now she was speechless at all. She felt both shock and fear in her heart, all mixed together, and the way she looked at Yu Ling

It's also incredibly complex.

How did this guy do it?! He is clearly an ordinary person who cannot die anymore. Even if he died not long ago, he will never come back to life. Otherwise, wouldn't the Yin world and the Yang world be in chaos?

Although there are many tricks in witchcraft to bring the dead back to life, they are only for a short period of time. In a few minutes at most, the power of the netherworld will suck back the soul fragments of the dead. But the Ghost Dream King stared at the middle-aged woman for a long time.

, her soul sea was actually really stable.

A miracle, this is a real miracle.

King Guimeng had to admit that even if she practiced for another hundred or five hundred years, she still wouldn't be able to reach the level of Yu Ling. This guy was obviously just a small soul shaper, but he was so unfathomable.

"Oh, my God, this is incredible..."

The frozen crowd finally calmed down, and the noise suddenly broke out.

Yu Ling quickly winked at the red priest. The latter calmed down, stood up and said something unknown. The crowd suddenly became more and more enthusiastic, kneeling on the ground with great respect, while not forgetting to get out of the way.

path.

When passing by the beggar, the red priest's eyes were slightly cold and he whispered a few instructions to an ordinary priest, who immediately nodded with understanding.

Yu Ling noticed this detail and whispered: "I'm afraid Liang Dan won't leave any clues. This beggar is not worth much."

The red priest smiled and said: "God's envoy, we don't need any evidence. Those who are willing to believe will naturally believe it."

Yu Ling couldn't help but feel dumb. He had indeed forgotten that religious beliefs are self-evident.

The day's inspection was over, but the real storm was just beginning to brew.

In a secret room, Liang Dan was at the top, silently listening to the endless quarrels among his subordinates, feeling increasingly irritated.

His whole body was sunk in the large soft chair, with his right elbow resting on the armrest, which seemed to be the only way to support his chin, while his left hand was tapping slowly and unconsciously, looking very worried.

He couldn't help but be worried, because after a brief test today, he didn't expect that the three outsiders were more difficult to deal with than he thought, so he chose to hold a meeting to let these idiots come up with a feasible plan as soon as possible.

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What makes Liang Dan angry and funny is that everyone has been discussing the authenticity of the news from the beginning of the meeting to now, and 80% of them think that the so-called "miracle" is a cover created by the Mintian Sect and does not exist at all.

The resurrection of the dead.

Liang Dan could have interrupted them, but he was really fed up. Instead of relying on these pigs, he might as well find a way on his own.

He now regrets not intervening in the religious affairs of the Peize Kingdom before. He thought that he had control of the military, finance, and the power to appoint and remove officials. He did not need to pay attention to the priests in the Priesthood. After all, what age is this, and there are still people who believe it?

Ethereal gods, if there really is a God of Min, would she allow Chui Min to be invaded by outsiders? What a joke!

But now Liang Dan felt that he had made a mistake. The priesthood had been silent before, and he had not felt their status among the common people. Until today when the shocking news came back, Liang Dan felt that he had become a loner.

The feeling that everything was under control before was easily disillusioned like a bubble.

"Ou Jingming, you still insist on arguing with me, don't you? I think you are the only one who believes that nonsense. People cannot be resurrected after death. The priesthood must have colluded with others in advance and acted out a scene. Otherwise, don't say it.

It is impossible for a true soul master, even a virtual soul realm soul master, to have such abilities!"

The people below were still arguing, but Liang Dan stopped knocking and his face became increasingly gloomy.

Everyone immediately noticed that something was wrong in the atmosphere, and the quarrel gradually became fainter, until finally it fell into deathly silence.
Chapter completed!