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"As long as you give me another hundred years, I can complete the magic of dividing demons Unfortunately, the amount of demon consciousness that has been separated now is too little, and the main body has been swallowed up. This trace of demon consciousness is like a rootless tree and will dissipate at any time Yun Yao The county collapsed, the demon tower is no longer there, and it cannot stay! I dare not enter other demon counties easily to absorb the demon power"
With this trace of demonic consciousness, he cautiously flew towards the distance. However, he was too weak at this moment and would erase all existence at any time.
Flying in the sky is depleting the weak demonic consciousness all the time. In the end, he was almost collapsed, and even his memory was blurred. Under the confusion, he was gradually dissipating.
Just when he was about to disappear forever in the world, he vaguely felt a demonic force filling the ground. Below him is the Soul Refining Tribe!
At that time, there were not many members of the Soul Refining Tribe, only hundreds of thousands. Most of them were scattered, each looking for a place to possess their souls. Only less than tens of thousands of people remained in the tribe.
These people looked fanatical and worshiped a rough black stone statue placed in the middle. Waves of faint demonic aura emitted from their heavenly spirits and filled the surrounding area.
Yun Yao's memory has been blurred and too much demon consciousness has passed away. Almost subconsciously, he rushed straight to the black stone statue. The moment he merged into it, the stone statue immediately seemed to have spirituality and seemed to be alive. , the surrounding faint demonic energy immediately condensed.
As time passed, Yun Yao gradually fell silent in the black stone statue. His memory had gone too much during his escape, so much so that it became blurry.
He is not his true body, but a faint demonic consciousness. Under this blur, he is worshiped by the soul-refining tribe members all day long, and most of the demonic power he absorbs is filled with the figure of a person named Wang Lin.
At the beginning, he was still a little resistant, but as the number of people in the Lianhun tribe increased, and when it reached more than one million, and as these people worshiped every day, gradually, even he felt that his name , called Wang Lin, is the ancestor of these people.
With this thought, after hundreds of years, there were millions of people in the Soul Refining Tribe. As a result, day after day, year after year, he had completely abandoned the past. He truly thinks that he is Wang Lin.
As he was subtly changed, the appearance of the stone statue gradually changed, becoming Wang Lin's appearance, and he also became Wang Lin within the body of the stone statue.
Wang Lin raised his right hand and looked at the ancient demon who looked exactly like himself. The strangeness in his eyes became even stronger. The scene he just saw was unbelievable even to himself.
Based on what he had just guessed, Wang Lin had a detailed understanding of the whole matter.
After a moment of silence, Wang Lin glanced at the ancient demon and murmured to himself: "It would be a pity if I don't want the ancient demon that I brought to my door Even he thinks he is me now, so Let him become my second avatar!"
"I, the ancient god, the first clone monk, the second clone ancient demon, if given the chance, I wonder if I can create the third clone ancient demon! Once they are merged into one body I wonder if they can return to their ancestors and become the ancients!" Wang Lin's heart was pounding, and he looked at the ancient demon that he had brought to his door, with a smile on his face.
He swayed and left here immediately. His consciousness and cultivation entered his body. He opened his eyes and looked at the black stone statue in front of him. The smile on Wang Lin's face became even brighter.
He took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the ground, put his hands on his knees, opened his mouth and breathed out the energy of the soul, which immediately filled the black stone statue, and made a series of marks, which continued to fall on the stone statue.
If you want to make this thing become your second avatar, you must sacrifice it to be unified with your own mind. Not only can you control it with a single move of faith, but also you must make this thing not exclude your own soul and can be integrated into yourself. Yuanshen takes its place.
This is simple to say, but in fact it is extremely difficult. If it is performed forcefully, although it can be successful, it can only be done with the kind of puppet that is far lower than oneself. It is just lower than oneself, even if it becomes a clone, It's of no use either.
But if it¡¯s not lower than yourself, you can¡¯t use it forcefully.
This becomes the first choice and difficulty in refining the clone.
It cannot be done by force. Only by practicing day after day, which requires a lot of time, can there be any chance of success. However, there are still flaws in this kind of success, and there is still the possibility of rebellion by the clone.
It¡¯s just that these are not difficulties at all for Wang Lin. This ancient demon has completely regarded himself as Wang Lin, and he doesn¡¯t even need to go to many sacrifices and refining.The only thing to do is to integrate into the spiritual consciousness and let this ancient demon know who is in charge!
This point is not difficult for Wang Lin. His cultivation level is higher than that of the ancient demon, and his true form is that of an ancient god. There will definitely be no indiscriminate prioritization.
However, Wang Lin was cautious by nature. During the remaining days of the sacrifice, he not only integrated his consciousness into the ancient demon, but also completely integrated with it and imprinted the mark of the clone. In addition, he prepared There are a lot of marks. If one day this clone betrays him, Wang Lin can make him surrender immediately with just a change of faith.
If that's all, it's not Wang Lin's style of acting. In addition to these, Wang Lin also used some of Immortal Emperor Qinglin's puppet control spells on this second clone until he completely controlled it and left nothing behind. Only then did I feel relieved.
Looking at the stone statue in front of me, the feeling of being in harmony with water and milk arises spontaneously.
"It's a pity that this second clone has no physical body and exists entirely on this stone statue. It cannot be separated for the time being. Even if it launches an attack, it will only be based on demon consciousness! Its power is also very weak, equivalent to the later stage of the aspiration.
But after all, this thing is a trace of demonic consciousness. If it has enough demonic energy, it will grow quickly and one day it can reach the level of an ancient demon" Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he knew that this matter should not be rushed and needs to be taken slowly. proceeding.
After being explained by the Soul Refining Sect, Wang Lin did not take away the second clone, but set up some powerful restrictions where it was located, and asked the people of the Soul Refining Sect to continue to worship every day, and then left the Refining Sect. Soul Sect.
"This second avatar is a seed. It won't help me much now, but once it grows up" A trace of expectation flashed in Wang Lin's eyes, and he disappeared between heaven and earth with a sway.
After Tianyao County experienced a war with Fire Demon County hundreds of years ago, although it was victorious, the casualties were also heavy. Today, even though hundreds of years have passed, the population of Tianyao County is still very different from that of back then. many.
Even the most prosperous capital of Tianyao County, although not desolate, is far less lively than when Wang Lin first arrived hundreds of years ago.
There are still shops on the street, but there are not many pedestrians. Those who occasionally stop will take a quick look and then leave in a hurry.
There was a long river in Hongcheng that year. This river flowed down and connected with the outer river of the capital, forming a loop of its own. At this moment, Wang Lin was sitting quietly on the bank of the river, looking at the river.
"If there is a force that can turn back the years by hundreds of years, then you will find that the place where he is sitting is exactly the same as before.
Now, people are still the same as before, and they are still in the same place as before. Even the river is still the same river, with the same bank, but the things are old, and there are no flower boats on the river, let alone The sound of the piano is pleasant to the ears.
With a trace of melancholy in his heart, Wang Lin looked at the empty river, and his ears seemed to be filled with the sound of the piano that came from hundreds of years ago, lingering around him. However, the sound was very weak, as if it would dissipate when the wind blew, and he could no longer listen to it. arrive.
Thinking back to those days, Wang Lin and the blind girl who played the piano would have never met once if not for a night of drinking with the emperor on the ship.
Even now, when Wang Lin sees the appearance of the woman playing the piano, he still only sees the lonely back and the sad sound of the piano.
Sitting there, watching the sunset, Wang Lin was immersed in memories. At this moment, he felt the existence of time. Hundreds of years passed by in the blink of an eye, which could wash away everything, but could not wash away the eternal memory.
"Perhaps this is the sadness of life" Wang Lin sighed. It is precisely because of memory that there are years. If a person has no memory, then years will not exist.
"I wonder if the Mo Lihai from back then is still there"
Next to Wang Lin, there is a wine pot. The wine in it was brought from the same shop back then. That shop has been passed down from generation to generation. Today, the signboard is still the same, but this wine
Wang Lin picked it up and took a sip.
"Even the taste has changed" Wang Lin smiled bitterly and put down the wine bottle.
"Of course it has changed. The descendants of the old man in the wine shop, without the skills of their ancestors, cannot make the taste of the past." A calm voice came from behind Wang Lin, revealing a hint of exhaustion.
Wang Lin did not look back and sighed softly: "I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, and the emperor is no longer as free and easy as he was back then!"
A long sigh came from behind Wang Lin, and he saw a middle-aged man wearing purple clothes sitting next to Wang Lin. This man was extremely handsome, and his appearance could be vaguely seen back then, but now, he has white hair on his temples, and his appearance has changed. The vicissitudes of life.
"Try to drink this." The middle-aged man took out a wine bottle and handed it to Wang Lin.
Wang Lin took it and took a sip, with a smile on his face and said: "This is the wine of the year!"
"I know you will definitely come back, so I kept a lot of it, ready to drink with you all night again!" The middle-aged man took out a wine bottle in his hand, drank most of it in one gulp, his eyes showed a look, and he laughed: "Brother Wang , but are you sad that the sound of the piano has disappeared?"
A wisp of piano music came slowly from a distance, with a hint of loneliness and sadness, lingering around. In a moment, there was a large boat on the river, coming along the river with the ups and downs of the water surface.
There was also a woman sitting on the bow of the boat, with her back to Wang Lin, playing the piano. (To be continued. If you want to know about the funeral, please log on to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)He smiled and said: "This is the wine of the year!"
"I know you will definitely come back, so I kept a lot of it, ready to drink with you all night again!" The middle-aged man took out a wine bottle in his hand, drank most of it in one gulp, his eyes showed a look, and he laughed: "Brother Wang , but are you sad that the sound of the piano has disappeared?"
A wisp of piano music came slowly from a distance, with a hint of loneliness and sadness, lingering around. In a moment, there was a large boat on the river, coming along the river with the ups and downs of the water surface.
There was also a woman sitting on the bow of the boat, with her back to Wang Lin, playing the piano. (To be continued. If you want to know about the funeral, please log on to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author and genuine reading!) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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