"The soul card is extremely precious and has extremely high material requirements, so even with the strength of the Qin Dynasty, it can only set up a soul card for official officials above the sixth grade. On the soul card, there is a wisp of soul consciousness of the established person. As long as the body dies, a reaction will occur at the same time. Even if a master with solidified soul appears, he can directly peek at everything that happens in the body of the dead person through this wisp of consciousness!"

The old man held the wooden strip anxiously, and looked at Ye Yuan's face still dull, as if he had heard that the weather was so good today, and he was so anxious that he stomped his feet.

"Boy, hurry up. Youzhou is still a little far from Daqin. Even if the other party finds out, it is absolutely impossible to send any masters here in a short time. Do you still have time!"

Ye Yuan suddenly snorted coldly: "What a big deal, the sky cannot fall!"

As he said that, without waiting for the old man to say anything, Ye Yuan snatched the wooden strips in the old man's hand. The wooden strips kept shaking in Ye Yuan's hands. After a breath, Ye Yuan's hands were bleeding. He looked at the wooden strips in his hand with a cold look. Ye Yuan was unmoved and suddenly said a few spells, and the trembling wooden strips completely quieted down.

Then the spells in Ye Yuan's mouth kept flowing, and the blood flowing out of his hands was like a living thing, turning into thin threads like hair, wandering on the wooden strips independently. After about ten breaths, the wooden strips with a faint golden color were covered with blood-colored patterns, strange, gloomy, and bloody aura almost came to his face.

At this point, Ye Yuan stopped the spell in his mouth. After a while, Ye Yuan said to the old man: "Give me a guardian."

The old man didn't understand why, but he was heartbroken by the wandering blood pattern on the wooden strips. He had lived for so long and had never seen a monster like Ye Yuan. Although he was very weak, he always had some extremely strange skills. This wooden strip was a sub-product of a board and would fly back to the main body independently. If he flew with all his strength, his speed would definitely be as fast as the flying sword, but Ye Yuan was inexplicably suppressed.

Ye Yuan didn't care about what the old man thought or did.

Holding the wooden strips in your hand, the wound on your hand has completely healed.

When this sudden situation arises, Ye Yuan's face is gloomy. His consciousness power has not yet recovered is destined to consume a lot. Fortunately, what he wants to accomplish at this moment is Ye Yuan's strengths.

Holding the wooden strip, Ye Yuan's mouth sounded a calm and desolate ancient spell, but he could clearly hear it, but he couldn't remember what it was. When he heard this spell again, the old man's eyes were strange. Looking at Ye Yuan, he always felt a strange coldness.

After a moment, the spell suddenly became high, and the blood-colored lines on the wooden strips seemed to have come alive, constantly twisting and changing, full of weirdness. The surface of the wooden strips also lit up a slight ray of light.

Seeing this light appear, Ye Yuan shouted in a deep voice: "Strip it!"

With a call, the blood-colored lines on the wooden strips surged out quickly, and the wooden strips turned into an ordinary high-quality golden nanmu and fell to the ground. In front of Ye Yuan, a strange blood-colored cage made of blood appeared. Balls of light spots gathered rapidly, and in an instant, they turned into a vague little Zhang Yun.

As soon as Xiao Zhang Yun appeared, he roared in fear, but unfortunately he couldn't get through the sound. The old man also saw Xiao Zhang Yun's appearance, with a strange expression as if he was suddenly thrown into the ice field of the ice field on the ice field.

A trace of fatigue flashed between Ye Yuan's eyebrows and said to himself: "Sure enough, although he has no physical body, it is still a bit reluctant to remove consciousness. The last time he consumed too much consciousness."

The blood cage of the Blood Witch and the consciousness of the soul witch are stripped away. Although the power is very weak, it is absolutely irresistible to Zhang Yun, who only has consciousness left.

Feeling the rapidly consumed conscious power, Ye Yuan frowned and said to himself: "The power of consciousness has not yet recovered, it is so weak. This level of witchcraft is actually consumed so much. It seems that the next witchcraft has been completed in accordance with the method."

This Yun has a little consciousness in Daqin. Perhaps for ordinary people, the meaning of this soul card is to see whether the subject dies or not. However, for Ye Yuan, there are at least dozens of ways to find out what happened during this period, even what happened after death, and even the possibility of resurrection!

It is absolutely stupid to be too strong to inexplicably provoke and expose yourself.

Suddenly, Ye Yuan thought of the incarnation witchcraft he had performed last time, compressing and fusing almost all his conscious power into that humanoid rune.

As soon as he thought of this, Ye Yuan decisively contacted the humanoid rune floating in the void of the Purple Palace. In an instant, a consciousness was transmitted into Ye Yuan's mind.

"Incarnation!"

"Give up!"

In order to achieve one's own goals or for one's own selfish desires, you can abandon what was once useful to you, without thinking about old feelings, and abandon your thoughts, spirits, and thoughts!

In an instant, a huge conscious force filled Ye Yuan's mind, and the weak conscious force was immediately replenished, even stronger!

Ye Yuan's self-consciousness seemed to have been stripped away, watching himself perform like a bystander.

After integrating your consciousness into incarnation, you will accidentally obtain new soul witchcraft: Abandon!

Abandon yourself, let yourself be absolutely calm, absolutely rational, and not influenced by any emotion, and become the soul witch that was basically a trace of mistakes or mistakes in the ancient times!

After the trigger, Ye Yuan's self-consciousness was by the way, but he could clearly feel his thoughts, his actions, and everything was still under his control. In this way, Ye Yuan was relieved.

The old man standing by the side suddenly frowned, and Ye Yuan's temperament changed drastically, cold, cold, without any emotional fluctuations, cold as if it were a rigorous machine. This is what the old man saw last time!

Ye Yuanyi pointed at his eyebrows, pointed at the blood-colored cage, and the desolate and ancient spell began to sound. This spell that sounded like an extra from the left ear into the right ear to Zhang Yun's consciousness was like countless heavy hammers, and every moment, he hammered countless times on his consciousness.

Zhang Yun roared, screamed, cursed, and cursed. The miserable feeling that penetrated into the soul made the old man beside him twitch his eyes, as if he had empathized with it, but Ye Yuan's face was still cold and there was no change at all.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Yun's consciousness had turned into a spot of light that could be seen in the naked eye. Around the spot, there was a strong resentment. Every moment, it was torture like ten years on his consciousness. This quarter of an hour was enough to completely annihilate his consciousness and become an unconscious existence full of resentment.

After doing all this, Ye Yuan once again said two words in a cold and ruthless tone: "Return to the position."

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood-colored cage collapsed and turned into nothingness and disappeared, and Zhang Yun's consciousness disappeared.

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