First Immortal of the Sword Chapter 1150: Soul Imprint
On the bed, Su Yi picked up Qingwan and put it into a sitting posture, while he sat behind her, with his hands in a seal, and pressed lightly on Qingwan’s slender back.
Suddenly, a secret seal appeared between Su Yi’s palms and fingers, and along with his spiritual thoughts, it poured into Qingwan’s body.
This is a divine soul secret technique called “Small Spirit Mark”.
Take the meaning of “finishing and showing”.
Under these secret techniques, it is possible to discern all abnormalities in the monk’s body and soul.
Time ticks by.
Su Yi’s divine sense is like an invisible tentacle, sensing every inch of Qingwan’s body.
Occasionally, Qing Wan’s lips would unconsciously make a light hum, and her graceful body would tremble slightly, but more often, it was in a state of silence.
After a full cup of tea time.
Su Yi couldn’t help but feel a little tired.
The body of a monk is like a treasure house in the sky, where the meridians and acupoints are filled with countless mysteries and mysteries.
Like a Buddhist practitioner, who sees the body as the inner universe and the acupoints as the inner world, the power and mysteries tempered are also unimaginable.
The so-called grain of sand can hide a world, this is the case.
Even for the emperor, it is a tedious and vast task to gain insight into all the mysteries and mysteries inside and outside a monk’s body.
“Why can’t I find a strange place all the time?”
Su Yi frowned.
Qingwan has been in a strange coma for the past two months.
Unexpectedly, when Su Yi conducted sensing and insight, he found nothing unusual.
“Could it be that the power I use is far inferior to some kind of secret power hidden in Qingwan’s body, so I can’t detect it?”
Su Yi pondered.
The Tao has size, and the cultivation base has strength and weakness.
There are also high and low powers.
Just like if the characters in the imperial realm deliberately hide their figures, the characters under the imperial realm will definitely not be able to sense them.
This made Su Yi wonder, even if he has now cultivated to the Great Perfection of the Mysterious Nether Realm, if the secret power hidden in Qingwan’s body is far beyond this realm, then using ordinary means to sense it is doomed. is to get nothing.
“Then try the power of the Nine Hells Sword!”
After hesitating for a while, Su Yi finally made a decision.
He didn’t use the aura of the Nine Prisons Sword before, because Qingwan had not yet become an emperor, and he was worried that a little carelessness would hurt Qingwan.
But now, he doesn’t care about that.
“Condensation!”
Taking a deep breath, Su Yi took out a ray of spiritual thought, blended it into an extremely tiny wisp of the Nine Prison Sword’s breath, and then carefully sensed it in Qingwan’s body.
In just an instant, Qingwan’s delicate body trembled violently, and in the depths of her soul, a mysterious mark totem appeared.
It looks like a strange cold eye!
“As expected!”
Su Yi secretly said, without any hesitation, he used the breath of the Nine Prisons Sword as a guide to suppress the imprint totem.
The Mark Totem resists as if it were alive.
At this moment, there was a painful moan from Qingwan’s lips, her body trembled, cold sweat dripped from her forehead, and her pale pretty face was full of pain.
But Su Yi has no plans to stop.
If you don’t suppress this imprint totem, Qingwan will be affected by that Xiao Tianqi at any time!
“town!”
Su Yi used the power of his soul with all his strength, and used the breath of the Nine Prisons Sword to suppress the imprint totem.
Meanwhile—
Deep in the stars.
The delicate body of the green-skirted woman who was crossing the vast starry sky in a small boat trembled suddenly, and a trace of pain appeared on her brows.
“Damn, someone is suppressing the ‘Soul Imprint’ of the other half of my body!”
The woman in the green skirt clenched her teeth, her eyes were full of radiance, she used all her strength to try to suppress this abnormality.
But in the end it was futile.
In the blink of an eye, she was dripping with sweat, her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, and she stumbled and fell on the boat.
“Don’t struggle any more! Once the imprint of the soul is damaged, you will also suffer!”
In the bronze pot on the bow, there was a worried voice from Jiu Yao, “And I dare to conclude that the Guanzhu has taken action. He is worried that your other half will be affected by you, so he uses means to try to figure it out. Imprison that divine soul imprint!”
The delicate body of the woman in the green skirt trembled violently, and she gasped violently.
It wasn’t until after a while, that she recovered a little bit, and said bitterly: “It’s useless for me to struggle, the force used by the other party is too terrifying, and in one fell swoop, the imprint of the soul of the other half of my body was suppressed…”
Jiu Yao hurriedly reassured: “Girl, I told you long ago that the other party can’t mess with it, you…even if you lose, you are still honored!”
Woman in green skirt: “…???”
“You have also seen that the spectator did not destroy the imprint of the soul, which is enough to prove that the other party has a close relationship with your other half, which is also a good thing.”
Jiu Yao said, “At the very least, there will be conflicts in the future, and the other party will not be ruthless because of your other half’s face. Of course, it is best that such conflicts never happen!”
The woman in the green skirt couldn’t help but put her hand on her forehead, looking deeply ashamed, and said, “Uncle Jiuyao, you have changed.”
Jiu Yao said: “Changed?”
The woman in the green skirt gritted her teeth and said, “Yes! Don’t you realize that when you talk about that spectator, it’s like you’re scared, and you’re home!”
Jiu Yao: “…”
He coughed dryly and said in a complicated tone, “That’s because you don’t understand how terrible an existence is, he…”
Before she could finish speaking, the woman in the blue skirt couldn’t help but interrupt: “No matter how powerful he is, he is now a reincarnated body, and he is the cultivation base of Xuanyoujing! Why are you so afraid of him, Uncle Jiuyi?”
Jiu Yao was silent.
The woman in the green skirt was stunned, and seemed to feel that her words were a little heavy, and said: “Uncle Jiuyao, I just lost my temper and said something that shouldn’t be said. I also know who the spectator is, don’t worry, I am When I meet him, I try not to conflict with him.”
“Okay, how could I not understand your temperament?”
Jiu Yao appeared to be very generous and said, “However, it is not enough to have no conflict. It must be respected, respect from the heart, and there must be no slights…”
The corners of the woman’s lips twitched, and she suddenly felt a headache. Uncle Jiuyao could ignore his master, but how could he talk about the master as if he had changed a person?
What happened between him and the spectator that made him like this?
……
In the pavilion in the depths of the Meteorite Abyss.
Su Yi laid down Qingwan, who was sleeping soundly, and covered her with a quilt. Then he got off the bed and let out a long breath.
“It’s actually a natural imprint of the soul. It seems that the origin of Qingwan is indeed not simple.”
Su Yi secretly said.
He had flipped through the books and learned some almost ethereal secrets. According to rumors, only some of the oldest innate ethnic groups have the special inheritance mark of “soul birthmark”.
And this ethnic group is called the “Innate Spiritual Race”!
However, these are all rumors, and the records are vague. Su Yi has lived for 108,000 years in his previous life, and he has never seen a single case.
Furthermore, I have never heard of an ancient ethnic group such as the “Xiantian Spirit Race” in the Xuanhuang Star Realm in the past.
But now, in the depths of Qingwan’s soul, there is such a strange birthmark, which surprised Su Yi, but also fully realizes that Qingwan’s origin is very special!
“Fortunately, the breath of the Nine Prison Sword can imprison such soul imprints, otherwise, no matter where Qingwan is hidden, I’m afraid that Xiao Tianqi will come to you…”
Su Yi took out a jug of wine and drank it before walking out of the room.
“Brother Su Yi, how is Qingwan?”
Wen Lingxue and Cha Jin greeted them immediately.
Su Yi said with a smile: “It’s okay, let’s go, let’s go to the banquet.”
When old friends meet, they should drink wine happily.
Soon, a sumptuous banquet was arranged under the guidance of Ning Sijia.
Everyone was staggering, talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was warm and harmonious.
Wen Lingxue, Cha Jin, Wen Xinzhao, A Cang and other women were present, as well as old friends such as Yuan Heng, Ying Que, Ge Qian, Tao Qingshan, etc.
It’s only been nearly a year since we haven’t seen each other.
But Su Yi sighed with emotion.
Without him, in comparison, the changes that have happened to him are undoubtedly too great.
However, the more this is the case, when he gets along with Wen Lingxue and the others, Su Yi feels a sense of tenderness and comfort in his heart.
It has nothing to do with fame and fortune, neither grievances, nor world affairs.
Three rounds of wine and five flavors of food.
Su Yi talked about the purpose of returning to the Cangqing Continent this time. He planned to take everyone away, put them in the Seed of Cangqing, and take them to the Great Wilderness!
Even if a storm in the depths of the starry sky comes in the future, under his arrangement, everyone will be arranged in a safe place in advance.
If they are allowed to stay in the Cangqing Continent, various accidents are very likely to occur.
Of course, Su Yi didn’t say these reasons to avoid them worrying about it.
Everyone was well prepared, so it’s not too surprising, because when Su Yi left last time, he said that when he returned in the future, he would pick them up to practice in the Great Wilderness.
Immediately, the matter was finalized.
“Brother Su Yi~IndoMTL.com~ A few days ago, Emperor Xia came to Meteorite once to ask if there was any news about you.”
Suddenly, Wen Lingxue spoke in a crisp voice.
Su Yi was startled and said, “What is he doing here?”
Ning Sijia said on the side: “Knowing that you were not there, Emperor Xia left without saying anything, but I see that he seems to have encountered something difficult, and his speech and behavior are quite worried, and he looks like he can’t let go. .”
Cha Jin also added softly: “At that time, Qingwan was suffering from that strange disease, and we didn’t ask any further questions. Now that I think about it, with the authority and prestige of Emperor Xia, unless I encounter a problem that cannot be resolved. Otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t take the initiative to come to harass me.”
Su Yi nodded slightly and said, “Speaking of which, Huang Xia and I also have some friendship. This time we leave, we should go and meet him, and see when he is in trouble. Just give him a hand.”
The next morning, after waking up from Cha Jin’s bed, Su Yi began to move, placing everyone in the Seed of Cang Qing and leaving the Meteoric Star Abyss.
In just half an hour, Su Yi’s figure appeared outside Jiuding City, the imperial capital of Daxia.