Chapter 433: Soul curse

The huge and incomparable power continuously filled the whole body, as if there was a fierce beast roaring in the body. The ferocity even affected Qin Ming's rock-solid state of mind, making him a little irritable.
This was the first time that he had let the celestial jade tiger possess him, and he had never dared to try his ability. After the ninth round of body refining and the Great Perfection, he can finally display it safely.
This can be said to be his current strongest form, and his combat power is comparable to that of the Divine Fire State!
Lifting the body of the corpse refiner like a chicken, a little harder with his fingers made the corpse refiner miserable.
In the distance, being summoned by the corpse refiner, the divine fire corpse forcibly broke free from the entanglement of the sword grass, and rushed here as fast as possible.
"Don't, don't kill me." The corpse refiner finally put aside everything and begged Qin Ming for mercy.
He could feel the cracking sound of his brain.
The fall was only between Qin Ming's thoughts.
"If you were me, what would you do?" Qin Ming said with a laugh.
The corpse refiner also understood that he had found the door, and it was him who had previously refined Qin Ming into a corpse refiner.
If he were Qin Ming, he would never let him go.
"I am willing to curse myself and become your eternal servant, just to get a life." He gritted his teeth quickly and said quickly.
"Oh?" Qin Ming was a little surprised.
Soul Guiding Curse is a very insidious spell, and it is also quite famous in the practice world, and few monks don't know this spell.
The reason why this spell is so famous is also because of its power.
The caster only consumes part of the price of mental power, but can get the soul of the caster.
Yes, it is the soul.
To be precise, it is part of the soul, but it is enough to cause the speller to die at any time, and even rely on the part of the soul he controls to perceive the speller's malice.
Therefore, this soul curse was also simply and rudely called the enslavement spell by the monks. The spellcaster was a slave, and it was the kind that could not be resisted at all.
Qin Ming had heard of this technique from the uncle playing snake.
I have to say that this effect is indeed quite scary, but in fact it is not so easy to succeed in the operation.
It is impossible to take people's souls simply by thinking.
It is required that the soul power of the caster is at least three times stronger than that of the caster. This still has a certain chance of failure and may be backlashed by the soul.
Only if the power of the soul is more than five times ten times stronger than that of the opponent, can the operation be successful with a 99% probability.
The reason why it is not 100% is also because there have been examples of failure.
There was once a powerful monk who wanted to enslave an ordinary person by virtue of this technique, and it was supposed to be 100% successful.
However, he failed inexplicably, his soul was backlashed, so he was seriously injured, his cultivation also plummeted, and he was removed from the list of the strong.
It can be said that the side effects of this failure are not acceptable to any monk.
It is precisely because of this that even if they have full certainty, the monks dare not use this evil technique.
No one wants to directly scrap the cultivation base he has cultivated so hard, even if the probability is too low.
Of course, there is another form of surgery that can achieve 100% success.
At least in the thousands of years that this technique has been popularized, this form of operation has never failed.
The difficulty of this technique lies in the mysterious link of capturing the opponent's soul.
But if the person being casted faithfully takes the initiative to donate part of his soul in accordance with the spell.
The surgeon was like bending over and picking up a stone from the ground, without any difficulty or failure.
What this corpse refiner is talking about is the soul curse of this method.
Become Qin Ming's servant, so as to gain vitality, and not just die.
Qin Ming thought about it in his heart, he did not expect that this corpse refiner would have such a request, and the force on his fingers slowed slightly.
He is still very unfamiliar with the Netherworld, if there is such a servant who is familiar with the Netherworld, it would be of great help to him.
What's more, the corpse refiner still has a divine fire corpse in his hands, which is a powerful combat power that can be used by him.
With the soul curse, he didn't worry that the corpse refiner would be disadvantaged to him again.
Qin Ming's silence made the corpse refiner a little nervous, and he waited quietly for the result, waiting for Qin Ming's trial.
Suddenly, Qin Ming released his hand, and the corpse refiner suddenly fell to the ground, but he was relieved, at least he survived.
The Shenhuo corpse in the distance had also been killed at this time, and the billowing evil spirits pounced at the same time.
Qin Ming remained silent, the corpse refiner quickly ordered the Shenhuo corpse to stop, and did not approach.
Then Jian Cao also chased after him angrily, and was about to act on the corpse of the fire, but was stopped by Qin Ming.
"Let's get started." Qin Ming said like this, agreeing to let go of the corpse refiner.
The corpse refiner sat up cross-legged, a gust of wind and sand blew, and the broken black robe was blown down, revealing a pale and old face.
It was a little frustrated, and the skull was still bleeding.
With bloodshot eyes, now there is only the meaning of lingering.
He is a powerful corpse refiner who can refine the corpse of the gods and fire. He never expected that one day he would be forced to cast his soul curse and become a servant of others.
Now he can only admit his fate, and his hands are starting to seal continuously.
In fact, compared to the Middle Ages, in the Underworld, this kind of insidious spells are more widely used.
There are not a few monks who have been attached to the curse of soul.
The corpse refiner closed his eyes, and the last one was printed.
Large swaths of black mist gathered from all directions, and Qin Ming had already firmly locked his mental power on the corpse refiner at this time.
Once he had any other changes, Qin Ming and Jiancao would directly kill them without hesitation.
Soon, this black mist quickly melted into the center of the corpse refiner's eyebrows, and black light suddenly appeared.
The face of the corpse refiner suddenly appeared extremely painful, and it became a bit twisted and hideous.
Jieyin's hands became trembling.
If you can see the soul in his body, you will find that his ethereal soul is constantly being torn by the black mist.
The pain of splitting the soul is far better than any physical pain.
The small pieces were torn off, and they were quickly torn off by a third.
The corpse refiner couldn't help roaring in pain.
In the end, nearly half of the soul was divided, and the black mist floated out of the body, condensed into a small blue bead in front of Qin Ming.
Qin Ming took this bead that had nearly half of the soul of the corpse refiner, and put his own spiritual mark on it.
Layers of dark patterns were formed on the beads, and the spell was successfully connected.
Now Qin Ming only needs to release his mental power for a while, and he can detect the thoughts coming from the heart of the corpse refiner.
If there is malice towards him, it will be clear, even if only the slightest.
Qin Ming put away the bead and looked at the corpse refiner in front of him.
At this moment, the corpse refining spirit became very weak, and his face seemed to be old again.
Slowly got up, lowered his head and upper body, bowed his head to Qin Ming, and very consciously announced the new relationship between the two sides.