Super Field Energy Controller

Looking at the stone turtle with bloodshot eyes and murderous aura, Yang Fan sighed and stretched out his hand to press on the turtle shell.

In an instant, blood burst out from the turtle shell, and the 100,000 resentful souls in the stone turtle seemed to have found an outlet, and the monstrous resentment flowed into Yang Fan's body through his palm.

Suddenly, Yang Fan's palm seemed to be infected by black ink and turned black, and this strange black quickly spread upwards.

Yang Fan didn't care. His palm pressed firmly on the stone turtle, and the powerful shock force was transmitted into the stone turtle. Suddenly, the stone chips burst and the size of the stone turtle became smaller and smaller.

Finally, when all the resentful souls in the stone turtle entered Yang Fan's right arm, the originally huge stone turtle had turned into a stone ball only the size of an adult's fist.

On the stone ball, there were trenches and trenches, mysterious patterns, and ancient and profound.

It was also a rune stone, but it was essentially much higher than the previous stone turtle, and it no longer needed the resentment of "the resentful souls of the people" to maintain the operation of the formation.

At this time, Yang Fan's entire right arm had turned black, and a thick evil spirit spread from the pores of his skin, lingering like smoke.

"Dust to dust, earth to earth."

Yang Fan murmured, and suddenly his breath changed, and from all parts of his body, there were strands of holy light like silver hair emanating.

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He was shrouded in a faint silver holy light, his eyebrows were drooping, his face was filled with divine brilliance, and he was as holy as a god.

Silently, from Yang Fan's right arm, a little crystal light like fireflies emanated.

In Yang Fan's perception, these crystal lights were not dead objects, and they all had a faint spiritual field.

This is a soul seed.

After being washed by the holy light, the soul seed that restored its original self, like a firework after blooming, gradually faded in the process of drifting, and finally extinguished, returning to the world in the most original way.

Yang Fan did not perform any skills, but only used his holy heart to tolerate and cleanse the resentment of these souls, which was the true meaning of "putting oneself in others' shoes".

In an instant, 100,000 resentful souls were freed from the resentment that had lasted for thousands of years, and their souls returned to heaven and earth.

Yang Fan's arm also returned to normal from the darkness.

Finally, Yang Fan's eyes fell on his right palm.

From his palm, a soul seed the size of a baby's fist slowly floated up.

Unlike other soul seeds, this soul seed was not only larger in size, but also a figure wearing Taoist clothes emerged from the soul seed emitting a faint milky white light.

It was a middle-aged man with a Taoist bun, a thin figure and gaunt features.

The middle-aged Taoist smiled and bowed to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan silently returned the bow.

The soul seed floated away, slowly became smaller, and finally returned to heaven and earth like other soul seeds.

Yang Fan sighed softly.

The last soul seed was naturally the pre-Qin geomancer who arranged the "Nine Veins Locking Dragon Formation". In terms of Taoism, he was no worse than Yuan Tiangang, Li Chunfeng and others, and might even be better. Looking at the past and present, he could be called a great man.

This pre-Qin geomancer had already cultivated into a golden elixir before his death. In this situation, he could actually choose to become a ghost cultivator and stay in the world. However, he had already completed his merits and had no more worries, so he chose to enter the state of silence.

Yang Fan respected his choice, so he said nothing.

After finishing the work, Yang Fan took a last look at the fist-sized talisman stone, and his figure flashed and disappeared in this dimensional bubble.

Then, he reappeared at the bottom of Huaqing Pool.

"Hmm?" As soon as he appeared, Yang Fan's eyebrows moved slightly, and he noticed that there were many more biological fields with strong auras in Mount Li.

Among the most powerful auras, one of them was Wu Zhan, the deputy head of the Shenwei Legion who had come to the Gobi Desert to pick him up not long ago.

"Is it someone from the Divine Might Corps?"

Yang Fan realized that the previous commotion must have alerted the Wind Alliance's top brass, which is why the Divine Might Corps was dispatched.