NFBE Chapter 153 The True Art of Soul Capture
Chapter 153 The True Art of Soul Capture
The Lantern Festival follows the Lunar New Year. It's already the tenth day of the first lunar month, and craftsmen have already set up special frames to display lanterns on the streets, making the whole street look as bright as day.
Xue Tong stood at the entrance of the bookstore but did not see Xue Lan.
Isn't she her host?
Kidnapped? That's ridiculous!
"Where is he? Didn't he just take your money bag? You said yourself that money is just an external thing." Xue Tong quickly transmitted his voice to Xue Lan.
Xue Lan is now in the form of a demon soul dharma body, standing alone in the void above the capital city, forming a complex hand seal with her palm and pointing it directly at her brow.
The girl had white hair and ice-blue eyes that looked like a calm glacier.
"No, it's just that I met an interesting junior!"
A faint divine sense was drawn from Xue Lan's brow, and Xue Lan pressed her right hand onto the void beneath her feet, instantly forming a huge magic array beneath her feet.
The moment the divine sense was connected, the entire magic array exploded with a layer of dazzling magical light, causing the entire space to tremble slightly.
The commotion alerted the night patrols of Yun Gui City, and two underworld officials dressed in their uniforms rushed over to investigate. However, neither of these patrols possessed particularly high cultivation levels, and they failed to detect Xue Lan in the void.
After the two night patrols left, Xue Lan looked at the large array beneath her feet that was connected to her divine sense, and the girl gently lifted her foot and stepped on the array.
"Unraveling the mystery, capturing the soul from afar!"
A faint silver light shot out from beneath his feet in an instant, traversing tens of thousands of miles. Wu Jin, who was on a mountaintop near the Longsword Sect, changed his expression drastically. Without any warning, a silver-white light, like an incredibly swift little snake, flew out from the magic array beneath his feet and entered his sea of consciousness through the connection between him and the array.
Then, Wu Jin felt as if his soul was being pulled by a giant hand, powerless to resist, and was about to be pulled into the magic circle beneath his feet.
At this critical moment, a clear female voice came from behind Wu Jin: "Slay!"
The young man felt a chill in his mind. The sword energy that had entered his mind not long ago was like a dormant beast awakened. It flew out of his mind and crashed directly into the suction force in front of him, severing the connection between Wu Jin and the formation in front of him.
Wu Jin suddenly fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The bamboo hat he always wore on his head also fell to the ground, making him look quite disheveled.
But the young man's face didn't show fear or terror; instead, it displayed an almost manic excitement as he laughed maniacally.
"Soul-Capturing Technique!"
"This is the true art of capturing souls."
The Soul-Capturing Technique that Wu Jin practiced was actually only recorded in the first two volumes of the incomplete scroll.
These are the two volumes: "Using the Soul to Determine the Spirit" and "Searching for the Soul and Controlling the Spirit".
The third volume of the Soul-Capturing Technique was lost a thousand years ago.
Although he had never seen the third volume, Wu Jin was certain that the person opposite him was practicing the third volume of the Soul Capture Technique: "Thousand-Mile Soul Capture".
Who exactly is on the other side? Why would they practice the Soul-Capturing Technique, which disappeared a thousand years ago?
Wu Jin was halfway through his guess when a white figure suddenly appeared in front of him. The young man slowly looked up and saw a woman with white hair.
"Lord Changjun!" the young man exclaimed in astonishment, looking at the woman in front of him with disbelief.
"How could she possibly descend to the mortal realm!" A huge sense of panic surged in Wu Jin's heart. Fortunately, the Lord Changjun in front of him had no interest in him and transformed into a sharp sword light in an instant, disappearing directly into the horizon.
Wu Jin remained rooted to the spot, dumbfounded.
That's right, that's Lord Changjun of the Wolf Clan. He definitely can't be an avatar. He's been practicing soul arts for many years, so he can tell that.
But how is that possible?
A thousand years ago, the Demon God of the Demon Race fell into a long-awaited slumber, bringing peace to the Upper Realm of Yuanming. To prevent powerful beings from the Upper Realm from interfering in the affairs of the Lower Realm, the powerful beings of the Human Race and the Demon Race of the Upper Realm signed an agreement. The first to bear the brunt of this agreement was the Lord of the Ice Flower Pool in the Northern Region of the Upper Realm, the Wolf Clan Chief.
However, in the current situation, this wolf clan leader arrived in the lower realm in an instant, without any powerful beings from the upper realm noticing.
Wu Jin glanced at the mirror in Xue Chongyu's hand and noticed that the space around the mirror was slightly distorted.
"The art of time and space."
The thought slowly rose in the young man's mind, but he immediately dismissed it.
If this wolf lord truly masters the legendary art of time and space, the demon clans of the upper realm will not let the wolf kin go.
The human and demon races in the upper realm are not as united as those in the lower realm. They hinder each other and have many hidden conflicts. Neither will allow one to become too powerful and threaten the other's position.
According to the records in the Wu family secret history, the once glorious Phoenix Clan and Dragon Clan were both schemed against and reduced to their current state because they were too powerful.
One's bloodline concentration is getting lower and lower, and the other simply has no offspring.
Xue Chongyu's voice came from behind: "What are you thinking about?"
Wu Jin adjusted his expression: "I was thinking, now that I've finished what I needed to do for your Lord, can I leave now?"
Looking at the carefree smile on the young man's face, Xue Chongyu's eyes showed a hint of pity: "Do you know? My Lord Changjun has been looking for someone!"
Wu Jin revealed a somewhat sinister smile: "I don't know!"
Xue Chongyu turned slightly to look at him: "Actually, I sometimes envy the friendship between those chosen ones in the lower realm. Look at a mere weapon refiner, many people are willing to protect her."
The girl sighed, "But it's a pity!"
With a "buzz," Wu Jin felt a chill run down his spine. He suppressed the urge to run away and opened his eyes to see Xue Chongyu's icy blue eyes.
Xue Chongyu's magical weapon was an unsharpened longsword, its entire body a strange, jet-black color, resembling a black stick from a distance.
"When I was young, I couldn't control my own power, so my grandfather sent me to serve under Lord Changjun. It's been many years since I last took out this Xuanbing sword."
"Fellow Daoist Wu, would you like to try my sword?"
Wu Jin was intimidated by Xue Chongyu and dared not move again. The young man smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Miss Chongyu, please put down your sword first, let's talk this out!"
Xue Chongyu sheathed his longsword and held it at his side. The previous calm returned between the two.
Wu Jin thought that this Miss Chongyu was quite easy to talk to, but he wondered who she got her habit of drawing her sword at the drop of a hat.
Thousands of miles away, Xue Lan dodged a sword light that grazed past her eyelashes in the void, and had the absolute right to explain Wu Jin's question.
A series of sword cries echoed in the void, and the moment Xue Lan broke free from the formation, it completely surrounded the formation.
Xue Lan suppressed all her divine sense and used her strange fire to pinpoint the wooden door behind it. She concealed herself in the void, watching the white-haired woman carrying a long sword.
The woman looked at the large formation in front of her, unsure whether to cry or laugh: "They ran away again..."