Infinite Throne

   Chapter 858 Soul Clone on the Throne

   into the night.

  The snowstorm is getting bigger and bigger.

  The sky is full of cold winds with hail, whistling and crisscrossing.

  Jian Nanchun, with his superb cultivation, can fly with his sword in such a snowstorm without any serious problems. The problem is that he is worried that the two younger brothers and sisters will not be able to carry it.

   So, they could only rest in a valley.

After    stopped, Jian Nanchun curiously looked at Yi Rin with a calm expression, then looked back at Xia Xiaoman, who was still shivering even after running the exercises, and fell into deep thought.

   This junior brother Lin Yi, isn't this just a mere Qi period?

  Wait.

  When will you be able to fly with your sword in the Qi period?

   Can you fly thousands of miles in one breath without blushing or panting?

   Jian Nanchun finally realized something was wrong.

   He wanted to take advantage of Yilin's inattentiveness, stepped forward to hold the door of Yilin's veins, and probed into his details.

   But Jian Nanchun didn't find a chance.

  In the ice and snow, I didn't find any ingredients.

Yilin reluctantly searched around for a round, and only dug out a few large snakes in hibernation from the cave. He skillfully took out the snake gallbladder and poison sac, and immediately removed the blood, washed it, and chopped it up. Set a bonfire and cook snake meat hot pot.

   For Soul Cooking Masters, there are no bad dishes, only bad ingredients. As long as the ingredients are ok, he's fine.

   Seven colors of light flashed, and the dishes were ready.

   Jiannanchun and Xia Xiaoman have long been accustomed to dishes with special effects.

   Even, for Lin Yi, it was a strange thing that the dishes he made didn't have enough special effects.

   "Ah~~~~"

  The hot snake broth entered his stomach, and Xia Xiaoman felt that he was alive again.

   This Lin Yi hates everything, but his cooking skills are a bit outrageous.

  Xia Xiaoman nibbled at the snake roll in the soup, clamped his legs, and muttered secretly.

   "Senior brother, there is one thing, brother must remind you."

   The meal is over.

   Jian Nanchun saw Xia Xiaoman curled up by the fire and dozed off in a daze, he quietly came to Yi Rin's side.

   "Brother, please speak."

   "You said just now that you want to kill King Zhennan, brother hope you are just joking."

   "Oh?" Yi Rin gave Jian Nanchun a strange look, and after a soft snort, she asked, "Why not?"

"The number of the gangsters has been exhausted, and it is not known who the true son of the next dynasty is. Everything is determined, whether you, me, him, or this gangster dynasty. In case that Zhennan King is really destined The fate of the Son of Heaven, let's not say that you kill him, it will be difficult, even if you really succeed, such a thing against the sky, I am afraid that you will be punished by heaven."

   After saying that, Jian Nanchun mysteriously brought the forced face closer, and pointedly pointed at the top of his head: "It will be unlucky, or even struck by lightning."

   "Let's not talk about it, I'm just talking casually," Yi Rin added firewood to the fire: "I believe in fate, but I don't believe in fate."

   will be unlucky?

  Irin's face was calm and thoughtful.

   Jian Nanchun couldn't help but let out a sneer: "If you don't believe in fate, then you still learn hexagrams?"

Yi Rin looked at Jian Nanchun with a weirder look, his eyes seemed to say, "Your brain is normal or not." He didn't know how to explain to Jian Nanchun, so he could only raise a chestnut: "Can learning hexagrams and believing in fate be the same thing? Just like Senior Brother Jian, you were thinking about falling asleep to Senior Sister Chao, but didn't you end up falling asleep?"

  “…”

   In the next second, Jian Nanchun froze in place as if he had been electrocuted.

  …

   After ignoring Jian Nanchun, Yi Rin hid in the tree, took a skilled shot, and entered the pivot.

   "You're here~"

  Green seemed happy.

   It seems to be afraid of falling asleep for decades, so it has not slept, squatting on the coconut tree and dozing off.

   On the lake, the prototype of the throne has been formed.

   The gorgeous white streamer is intertwined into the shape of a seat.

   It's just that the "Throne" has not yet been solidified, and there are signs of falling apart at any time. It seems that Green's words are not false, it may be a sneeze, which really wiped out the "throne" that Yi Rin had worked so hard to carve out in the hinge.

   sprayer, so terrifying.

   "Achieve Yourself."

   But Yi Rin was already very satisfied. He looked at the throne that was only partially completed. Thinking of Xiaoxi's words, he understood what he was going to do in this world, in the long time to come.

   This is a hugely expensive project, and it is difficult for Irin to imagine what it will be like until the project is completed.

   And on the throne, there is a hazy figure, sitting lazily on the throne in a fixed posture.

  Irin closed her eyes tightly and let her mind go.

   Gradually, dotted lines appeared between Irin's "body" and the "shadow" on the throne.

   These countless dotted lines, like spider webs, connect Irin with the figure on the throne.

   This is a "soul avatar".

   When Green had nothing to do, he taught Yi Rin how to create a soul clone.

   The technique of creating a soul avatar, Green seemed to be hanging, and his wings knocked on Yi Rin's forehead, and Yi Rin understood.

   "Why didn't you use this method of opening and hanging earlier!"

   When Green finally showed his hand in front of Yi Rin, Yi Rin was very angry.

   "Just a little trick, no big deal."

   At the end of the show, Green flew away again, flapping his little wings without taking away a cloud.

  Irin ignored Green and sat on the lake to meditate.

   But what he is doing now is not to take qi.

   In the pivot, there is no such thing as "reiki", and no matter how much you breathe, you can't fill the meridians.

   Therefore, what Irin is doing now is not to accept, but to spit.

  He transferred the spiritual energy that he absorbed into the meridians during the day, before it dissipated, and transferred it to the soul clone for storage.

  Soul avatars are pure energy avatars, and there is no such thing as a realm or bottleneck.

Because of the talent of [Tianyu Yingcai] in the beginning of the reincarnation, Yilin has his own training debuff, and it is difficult to achieve success in the practice of the eight classics, so now, Yilin can only rely on understanding It's full of pulls, and it's a bit crooked.

   Simply put, as long as he slacks off, he will leak his own breath.

   is like an inflatable doll that lacks maintenance.

   After a while, he absorbed the gathered spiritual energy through the exercise, and almost spit it into the soul clone.

After    got all the aura out of his body, Irin was satisfied.

   "This time it won't be wasted."

   Anyway, he usually uses the psionic energy in his body to cast his skills, which is the foundation of the apostle.

   Create a soul clone in the pivot, maybe at a critical moment, it can be scary.

  …

   "Xiaobai, Xiaohong, Xiaomei~"

   The process of creating a "throne" and condensing the "soul avatar" brings Yilin a new home-like experience.

   Little by little, drop by drop, create the perfect home.

   He was in a very good mood. He came to the two small windows and woke up Nie Hongxiu, Gayageummi, and Bai Xiaoyi respectively.

  Three mother spirits are doing things in their spiritual dwelling.

  At first, when Yilin learned how to enter the hub, they still felt fresh and came to visit from time to time.

   can be strung together, they feel boring, and they usually don't come out.

   "Come on, help me rub it."

  Irin suddenly said something that made the three mother spirits excited.

   "Uh, no, don't get me wrong, I mean rubbing my great sword."

  Irin suddenly felt that the last sentence was suspicious of misunderstanding, so he hurriedly pointed to the rusty Deviance Sword floating on the spiritual sea and smiled:

   "Try to clean the ashes on the sword."

  …

   Another night.

  Irin worked all night.

   When he opened his eyes again, Jian Nanchun still maintained the posture "like being electrocuted".

   Ah, Jian Nanchun's stagnation is just one night.

  The monks are used to sitting still in seclusion, and staying motionless all night is no big deal.

   Yi Rin shook his hand in front of Jian Nanchun, and Brother Chun, who was hit hard, finally came back to his senses.

   He gave Yi Rin a faint glance like a deep niece, but he stopped talking.

  Irin put out the bonfire, patted the junior sister who was sleeping soundly, and the three of them went on the road again.

   "Can I ride your skateboard!" Xia Xiaoman finally couldn't help pointing at Jian Nanchun's narrow flying sword and complained, "Brother Jian's sword is too sword!

   Jian Nanchun was stunned again.

  You say that Lin Yi has high demands and that he dislikes this, so forget it.

   Unexpectedly, the newly arrived junior sister also disliked his flying sword for being uncomfortable.

"Fine."

   Yi Rin calmly glanced at Xia Xiaoman, thinking that this is also an opportunity to improve the favorability of junior sister.

   After brushing up your favorability, you can do whatever you want then? Borrowing a [Human Emperor Seal] or something, is it normal?

   So Irin readily agreed.

  No matter how funny the jet skateboard looks, it is more comfortable to sit up than the flying sword.

   But Yi Rin misses Xiaoqing's soft back, warm, warm, like sitting on a ball of duck feather pillows.

   He regretted that he did not apply to take Xiaoqing out of the mountain when he went down the mountain.

  …

   The sunrise is red in the east.

   After a night of blizzards, silver makeup is everywhere, shining in the morning light.

  The familiar snow scene made Yi Rin miss him and couldn't help humming a song softly.

  Xia Xiaoman sat silently behind Yi Rin, holding his brother's shirt lightly with both hands.

   If it wasn't for Jian Nanchun's Feijian sitting really uncomfortable, with her old and new hatred for Yi Rin, she wouldn't be able to make such a request if she was beaten to death.

  Xia Xiaoman is not only angry with Yi Rin now, but even Jian Nanchun is complaining together.

   Brother Jian, Brother Jian, why can't you make the flying sword bigger?

  Add two seats and make it into a carriage-like style, wouldn’t it be fun?

  Xia Xiaoman thought to himself.

   The three went all the way west.

  Dongsheng Shenzhou, the territory of the Dagan Dynasty, and the thirteen provinces in the south of the desert are all under the jurisdiction of the King of Zhennan.

   Zhennan Wangfu is located in Jingnan City, the capital city of Wenyun Province.

   (end of this chapter)