Celestial being

In this way, Yuan Ming followed Silver Cat all the way to the west and entered the realm of Shiwan Mountain.

When night fell, Silver Cat took him to find an open stone platform in a valley to stop.

"Configure the refining potions here?" Yuan Ming asked.

The silver cat raised his head and glanced at the hazy full moon that had just risen in the sky, and his voice sounded in Yuan Ming's sea of ​​consciousness at the same time: "The soul belongs to Yin, and the Yin energy here is rich, which is suitable for the soul to take form."

Yuan Ming nodded and took out the four spiritual materials.

The silver cat immediately waved his paw, and several things appeared on the ground.

Yuan Ming took a quick look and found a set of medicine-pounding equipment, a silver knife, a medicine cauldron, and a jade bowl.

"Follow what it says here, handle the spiritual materials." Silver Cat said, raising his front foot, a ball of paper flew towards Yuan Ming, then ran to the side, lay down, and closed his eyes.

Yuan Ming reached out to take the paper ball, unfolded it and took a look, then started to take out the Grimace Grass as mentioned above, chopped it into pieces with a silver knife, and pounded it into powder in a mortar.

Then, he flattened the black-scale fruit with a knife and squeezed out the brown juice. The purple-core pollen was not treated much, but was mixed with water to form a viscous consistency.

Finally, Yuan Ming put everything, including the Yin Marrow Liquid, into the medicinal cauldron, added water, lit a fire, boiled it, and boiled it into half a bowl of black concoction.

After a while, the concoction cooled down and turned into a semi-viscous state, flashing with a faint fluorescence.

Yuan Ming took a gentle sniff and smelled a faint herbal smell.

"How is it?" Yuan Ming looked at Silver Cat.

The silver cat opened one eye, looked at the black concoction carefully, and nodded lazily.

When Yuan Ming heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. He only had one copy of the spiritual materials he prepared, and there was no second chance.

After Yuan Ming composed himself, he continued to follow the instructions on the paper, took out the small white water drop bottle, pulled out the cork, and immediately a faint smell of blood came out.

It is the essence and blood of the white-feathered raven.

He carefully turned the vial sideways and poured three drops of blood essence into the black concoction.

As soon as the essence and blood dripped into the jade bowl, it came into contact with the previous liquid, and before it was stirred and mixed, it immediately made a "chichi" sound, like cold water splashed on a red-hot iron, making bubbles.

Yuan Ming quickly mixed it together in the jade bowl with a silver knife.

Soon, the blood essence and liquid medicine were mixed together, and the big bubbles no longer appeared, but turned into a layer of fine bubbles.

Yuan Ming held the jade bowl in his hand and began to pour magic power into the bowl carefully.

As his mana flowed in, a hazy light lit up on the jade bowl, and a circle of complex runes began to light up on the inside of the bowl wall, causing a strange wave to ripple.

Yuan Ming immediately felt that there was something cold and something hot in the bowl, and the two energies were chasing each other.

This process lasted for a cup of tea before finally stopping. The color of the black concoction in the jade bowl quickly faded and turned into dark blue. Countless shadow-like black flocs were swimming in the concoction, as if Living creatures that look extremely magical.

Yuan Ming just glanced at it, and he knew that the refining liquid was complete without Yin Mao opening his mouth.

"Now that the refining liquid has been prepared, put this soul-melting talisman between your eyebrows." The silver cat woke up at some point, scratched his paw on the ground, and a dark red talisman fell in front of him.

Yuan Ming picked it up and looked at it, and found that the rune paper was less than two inches, and a small and exquisite rune was drawn with golden lines on it.

Naturally, he didn't recognize the runes, but he could tell from the smooth and complicated lines of the runes that they were many times more advanced than the ones he had learned for weapon refining.

But looking at the rune, he hesitated.

"You begged me to teach you the soul cultivation technique at the beginning. Why, are you afraid now?" Silver Cat's ethereal voice sounded in his mind, with his usual mocking tone.

Yuan Ming smiled, raised his hand and put the talisman between his eyebrows.

The next moment, he felt a heat between his brows, and the talisman burned on its own and turned into ashes.

But that rune was printed on his forehead.

"Still not using the Ming Yue Jue to absorb?" Silver Cat's voice sounded again.

Yuan Ming no longer hesitated, picked up the jade bowl, raised his head and took a sip.

Then, he immediately sat down cross-legged, made secrets with his hands, held the incense burner in his arms, and started the "Ming Yue Jue" technique.

The silver cat narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the incense burner in his arms. He raised his head and twisted his neck. A rare look of comfort appeared in his eyes, and he immediately lay down not far from Yuan Ming.

The watery moonlight shone on one person and one cat, dressing them all in a hazy gauze.

As the medicinal liquid entered, a stream of alternating hot and cold liquid flowed down his throat and slid into Yuan Ming's abdomen.

Boom!

Yuan Ming felt a muffled thunder sound inside his body, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a steam-like heat rose from his lower abdomen, swept through all the meridians in his upper body, and converged towards his head and face.

Yuan Ming's body couldn't help but tremble, and his vision began to become blurry, making him unable to see.

However, his spiritual thoughts involuntarily sank into the sea of ​​consciousness and opened his inner vision on his own.

Yuan Ming immediately saw that in his sea of ​​consciousness, streams of warm air continued to gather and began to merge with the power of his soul, causing his soul to continue to expand as if it were inflated, almost bursting his head.

"Keep your spiritual thoughts in mind, run the Ming Yue Jue, and absorb the power of the medicine!" Silver Cat's voice resounded like a bell in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Yuan Ming immediately stopped his spiritual thoughts and began to silently recite the formula and operate the Ming Yue Jue technique.

The power of the soul in his mind then circulated, forming a vortex of soul power that quickly refined the incoming heat.

As the billowing heat flowed in, the power of his soul turned into a huge blue mist ball, in which white light and black cotton-like objects could be seen.

The white light is trying to absorb the black cotton wool, and the black cotton wool is struggling, trying to escape from the fog ball.

While the black cotton wool struggled and collided, Yuan Ming also felt the pain as if his soul was being torn apart.

The pain was sharp, intense, and simply unbearable.

Yuan Ming just relied on his strong mind, which was tempered by the backlash of the hair-covering technique for many years, to endure it.

His mind was staring at the fog ball in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the more he looked at it, the weirder it felt.

The black cotton wool trying to break free looked like a struggling black crow waving its wings.

"The fused white-feathered raven that Silver Cat mentioned was not just one. How could there be so many?" Yuan Ming couldn't help but have such a strange thought in his mind.

But at this moment, he couldn't allow him to be distracted and think too much. He could only endure the severe pain and run the Ming Yue Jue with all his strength.

At the same time, the runes on his eyebrows lit up and turned into a ball of soft golden light, gradually sinking into his forehead and disappearing.

Yuan Ming suddenly felt relieved, his mood gradually became ethereal, and refining immediately became smoother.

Time passed bit by bit, and the full moon gradually moved into the sky.

Yuan Ming's whole body was already soaked with sweat, and his whole body looked like he had been fished out of a bucket.

But at this moment, his eyes suddenly opened, and two shining lights shot out, like two flashes of lightning in the dark night.

A ball of black light floated in the air in his sea of ​​consciousness. It suddenly swelled and a black shadow flew out.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third ones also flew out one after another.

In Yuan Ming's eyebrows, three black ravens with white feathers on their eyebrows also flew out one after another, circling and dancing around Yuan Ming's head, rising and falling.

"It actually succeeded..."

The silver cat looked up and saw this scene, and couldn't help but be surprised in his strange-colored pupils.

At this moment, Yuan Ming felt even more surprised. Three juxtaposed images seemed to be projected in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the images inside were from the perspectives of three ravens.

As soon as he thought, three ravens immediately flew up and flew away in different directions in the distance.

The picture that appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness immediately zoomed in and out, showing a different scene.

This feeling was very strange, and Yuan Ming was a little uncomfortable with it for a while. He always felt like he couldn't take care of him, as if he didn't know where to look.

As the three ravens flew farther and farther, the area in Yuan Ming's sight became larger and larger. It was as if his soul was flying away, but there was no such thing as the feeling when the soul was leaving the body. The feeling of being blown away by the wind.

Only then did he understand what it felt like to have his soul need sustenance.

However, within a moment, Yuan Ming felt tired. The sight of the three ravens that flew away became increasingly blurry, as if they were about to fall asleep.

Yuan Ming quickly cheered up and called all three ravens back.

When all three ravens disappeared between his eyebrows again, the sense of fragmentation of multitasking and seeing things from three perspectives gradually disappeared, and the previous feeling of fatigue was relieved a lot.

Yuan Ming took a breath, rubbed his eyebrows, and slowly opened his eyes.

"How do you feel?" Silver Cat's voice immediately sounded in his mind.

"Didn't those essence and blood come from a white-feathered raven?" Yuan Ming did not answer, but asked.

"Of course not. I thought you could refine one at most, but I didn't expect it would be three." Silver Cat looked at him and said.

"Is there any difference?" Yuan Ming asked.

"Spreading out more perspectives can bring about a broader field of vision. But at the same time, the consumption of soul power has also tripled." Silver Cat replied.

"No wonder I felt tired after just a short while." Yuan Ming said.

"Remember, although the soul ravens can be regenerated with the help of your soul power, once they are killed, your soul will be damaged. If three of them are killed at the same time, your soul will also be in danger of breaking apart." It is related to the cultivation of the soul. Silver Cat spoke particularly carefully.

"Thank you." Yuan Ming took note of it carefully. Based on his experience, it seems that with his current soul power, it is better to only use a raven if it is not necessary. If a problem is discovered, it must be taken back in time to avoid any accidents. .

"Your soul has been successfully refined. Let's see what abilities have been awakened." Silver Cat paused and then said.