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Soul refining, ghost art.

"What is ghost art?" Looking at the parchment in his hand, Li Mingyang asked puzzledly, "Isn't it another spell practiced by real ghosts?" As soon as he finished asking, Li Mingyang already had an answer in his heart, because he suddenly thought of the ten rounds he had given him before.

"Look at your promising appearance. How many times do you have to tell you to understand? Whether it is magic, magic or ghost art, as long as you can cultivate the corresponding power, it is a good thing. You have also refined ten turns of reincarnation, and now you have turned around. Is there anything wrong with your body? The wheel scolded angrily, and then picked up the previous parchment and continued to draw a map of hell.

For the irritability of the wheel, Li Mingyang just scratched his head with a smile. He knew that the wheel was not angry because of this. He was just angry that he liked to be a good person.

In fact, Li Mingyang himself is also very clear that he was quite reluctant to take action four days ago. If he hadn't been lucky enough, he would have been a dead body by now. However, under such a tense situation, I still have to mind this business, which naturally makes it impossible for the rotor's temper to get better.

It's not that the wheel is hard-hearted, but the current situation is too difficult to solve. He has set up a brand-new defensive array for the inner city. If he wants to do it again, if it sounds good, it's good-hearted, but if it doesn't sound good, it's overpowerful.

Li Mingyang could feel that the wheel was slightly dissatisfied with him, but thinking of the situation in Jingshan City, Li Mingyang still could not completely let go. Others are good people to do it to the end, but now he is a fool and has to do it all the way to the end.

"Don't worry, I just want them to rest in peace and won't disrupt our plans." Looking at the wheel buried in drawing, Li Mingyang walked out with a smile.

"Alas, in terms of his personality, should he be bullish or stupid?" After Li Mingyang left, the wheel shook his head helplessly.

Soul refining sounds like a very domineering ghost art, but in fact it is just a gadget of ghost art. Li Mingyang almost studied it in just one incense. The function of soul refining is very simple, that is, it can control ghosts that have just formed a spiritual body and have not yet been cultivated into real ghosts.

In the battle of real ghosts four days ago, it can be said that almost all the people who died in Jingshan City were unjustly dead, so now there are at least hundreds of ghosts wandering in Jingshan City. These ghosts were all with great resentment. They did not want to be reincarnated, and there was no soul messenger to arrest the soul, so they all gathered in Jingshan City.

Li Mingyang does not have the ability to surpass these unjustly dead souls. The only thing he can do is to control these ghosts and keep them away from Jingshan City. Although this is cruel, if they stay in the city all the time, once these ghosts absorb enough mysterious power, they will form real ghosts. At that time, these people who were killed by real ghosts will become the murderers who continue to harm the people in the city.

They no longer have complete intelligence, and it is the best way to drive them away as much as possible.

Although there are hundreds of ghosts in the city, it is not difficult for Li Mingyang to control them. Compared with Li Mingyang, who is already a triple cultivation in the spiritual realm, these real ghosts are not even too weak.

No one knows what Li Mingyang is doing. Although they are all curious about Li Mingyang's strange movements to keep walking in the city, no one dares to ask more.

And just as Li Mingyang tried his best to control the ghosts in Jingshan City, a group of monks were sneaking in the Nanshan Valley outside Jingshan City. Suddenly, a figure flashed and rushed into the valley.

"How's it going? What's going on in the city now?" As soon as the man entered the valley, a middle-aged monk asked.

"Big boss, the city has settled down. I don't know who rearranged the defensive array of the inner city. Now there is not even a dog in the outer city. They are all in the inner city.

"Sure enough, I didn't expect that the boy could repel so many real ghosts." Hearing the words of his men, a fierce light flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged monk.

"I don't think if he beat the real ghosts away, I guess those real ghosts will be killed until dawn, and then they will all be removed." Suddenly, a monk said unconvincedly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him immediately agreed.

The middle-aged monk also nodded immediately. In his opinion, it was impossible for Li Mingyang to repel all the real ghosts alone. With such speculation, their confidence became full again.

These people are the monks of Jingshan City who escaped from Jingshan City four days ago. This Jingshan City is not worth remembering for them, but because they escaped in such a hurry that day, they could not take away all the spiritual stones in the spiritual stone treasure.

As the saying goes, people die for money. Although they are also worried that Jingshan City has now become a ghost city, they prefer to come back and take away all the spiritual stones in the treasure. They are used to being lazy. If they don't have that spiritual stone treasure, they don't even know how to earn spiritual stone.

" boss, do you think that boy found the treasure, that's why he repaired the magic array in the inner city again?" A thin monk couldn't help asking.

As soon as he finished asking, the monks of Jingshan City around him looked nervously at their boss.

The middle-aged monk thought for a moment and had no clue. Finally, he simply waved his hand and said, "No matter whether he found it or not, now that we go in, I don't believe that he can stop the attack of 200 of us alone."

"Kill his mother, kill him, and let's take back Jingshan City." For a moment, many monks around shouted with righteous indignation, and they all selectively ignored their experience of escaping in the face of real ghosts four days ago.

No matter how strong Li Mingyang is, he is just a person. As long as they break through the inner city, they can become the owner of Jingshan City again. Jingshan City is not just a city in their eyes, but a pile of spiritual stones.

When these Jingshan City monks rushed to Jingshan City murderously, they did not notice. Just not far from them, two people were carefully observing their every move. These two are Song Jia and Ning Shiwen who have escaped before.

"Sister Song, why do these people still have the face to go back?" Looking at the monks of Jingshan City rushing to Jingshan City again, Ning Shiwen said with a disdainful face.

Song Jia also said disdainfully, "If they had had the face, they would not have escaped four days ago."

"Yes." Ning Shiwen nodded, but her face was full of doubts: "But how did that boy do all this? One person drove away so many real ghosts and rearranged a magic array covering the whole inner city. Sister Song, he should not only be a first-level array mage."

Song Jia's doubts are no less than Ning Shiwen now. In fact, she and Ning Shiwen just came back to see what the situation is like in Jingshan City. If this place becomes a ghost city, she can't continue to lurk here. However, what I didn't expect was that when I came back again, I found that although Jingshan City seemed much more dilapidated than before, the situation in the inner city was many times better than in the past.

Seeing such a situation, Song Jia couldn't help saying, "Maybe we should find a way to attract such a talent. Adults will definitely like it."

"Really, let's go to Sister Song quickly. When he becomes a general, I'll see how he will be angry with me, hum."

"Don't make trouble. It's impossible for such a person to be the head of the family." Song Jia frowned and said, "Would it be a problem whether this kind of person is willing to be recruited by us."

"How can he refuse? Does our Ning family dare to oppose it if he wants to recruit him as a small spiritual monk?" Hearing Song Jia's words, Ning Shiwen immediately raised her eyebrows and pinched her waist.

Song Jia opened her mouth and just wanted to refute a few words, but thinking of the identity of both sides and Ning Shiwen's temperament, she still gave up explaining too much.

"Keep up and have a look. Today's World War I will be very dangerous. Let's see what means he has." Song Jia said lightly and quietly followed with Ning Shiwen.

It is only a guess about Li Mingyang's strength until now. If you really want to recommend talents, you must at least have certain news. I can't figure out how Li Mingyang solved the previous chaotic situation. Now Song Jia just wants to see what mysterious means he has.

Li Mingyang has just come into contact with soul refining. Although soul refining itself is not difficult, he can't master it in a few hours. Therefore, Li Mingyang ran for two hours in the inner city to control all the ghosts. Looking at a group of horrible ghosts who are now following him, Li Mingyang couldn't help laughing. Come out. I'm really worthy of the name of my ghost cultivation. The one I have come into contact with the most so far is really either a real ghost or a ghost.

Finally controlled all the ghosts, Li Mingyang had just come out of the city, but the wheel suddenly appeared.

"What did you come out for? What should you do if you are seen? What if a child is scared?" Seeing the sudden appearance of the wheel, Li Mingyang asked with a smile.

The wheel said with a serious face, "Don't go out of the city, get ready for battle."

"What's wrong?" Seeing such an attitude of the wheel, Li Mingyang immediately put away his joke and became nervous in an instant.

Without waiting for the wheel to say anything, Li Mingyang suddenly realized that a black spot suddenly appeared outside the inner city. Previously, he had been concentrating on using soul refining to control ghosts. Every time he learned new spells or ghosts, he liked to concentrate on it. In addition, with the magic arrays he arranged by himself, Li Mingyang had never paid attention to the situation outside the city before.

Hearing the warning of the wheel, he suddenly realized that a large number of monks were approaching Jingshan City.

These monks were so arrogant that they didn't even restrain their breath at all. When they approached, Li Mingyang saw who was coming.

"These bastards, how dare they come back!"