Chapter 2508

These are Qin Huan's confidence. Although he rarely spoke about things, Qin Huan would not continue to hide himself in the face of such a spirit.

Don't you dislike my low cultivation? Treat me like an ant? I can take out anything better than you.

"What does that mean?" the dust brushed coldly.

"It shows that I have the strength and the qualification to have you. As long as you submit to me and gallop with me, one day you will be able to exert all your strength and let the world know whether you are strong, kill with me or continue to be dusty. You can choose for yourself." Qin Huan watched the dust brush.

"It's no use even if I want to. The real recognition of the Lord depends on whether the" spirit "recognizes you." the spirit's voice is still cold, but the tone has changed.

Qin Huan was relieved when he heard the speech.

He had been wondering why the Vientiane temple would sell these top divine soldiers. If they could use them, they should leave them to their powerful ones.

After all, the Vientiane hall is a top power. There must be many strong people under it, and there are not many per capita.

At this time, it seems that the top divine soldiers do not want to be refined. If they want to really have them, it depends on the "spirit".

After pondering for a long time, Qin Huan lifted his right hand, grabbed the dust, crossed his legs, and sank into the dust.

Qin Huan knew how to feel the "spirit" of Tiandao because he had realized the "spirit" of Tiandao in the past. He didn't know how to feel the spirit of heaven and earth over the years.

Soon Qin Huan was completely immersed in it, as if he had turned into a dust brush and completely integrated into it.

As the world passed silently, Qin Huan didn't have any thoughts. Now he seems to be brushing the dust.

I don't know how long it took.

Qin Huan saw a sitting figure in a trance. Looking carefully, he found that it was a young man. The young man looked ordinary, but his face was full of sincere smiles.

When Qin Huan looked at it, the picture changed, and he saw a burly figure. Judging from his figure, it should be a middle-aged man. He looked up at the sky with his hands on his back, and seemed to be in a certain state.

Before long, the picture changed again.

This time, Qin Huan saw a rickety old man sitting there quietly, with no joy or sorrow on his face, and his eyes that saw through the vicissitudes of life were staring at him.

In his eyes, Qin Huan saw the vicissitudes of life, saw the reluctance to give up, and saw a sense of helplessness and relief

At that moment, Qin Huan's heart was filled with complex emotions, such as sadness, reluctance and pain

At this moment, the lines of life and death in the body seemed to feel and inexplicably burst into light.

"You are not him!" a thought came out of Qin Huan's heart.

Qin Huan sighed in his heart. Naturally, he knew that the idea was the "spirit" of the dust!

It can be seen from the previous picture that the dust is accompanied by the Taoist ancestor of life and death for almost a lifetime. From youth to old age, the Taoist ancestor of life and death is almost engraved in the "spirit" of the dust.

I'm afraid that's the real reason why you can't really let the dust brush and give full play to the power of the dust brush without the recognition of the "spirit".

Therefore, the idea came out and indirectly told Qin Huan that the "spirit" of the dust did not recognize him.

In other words, except for the ancestors of life and death, the "spirit" of the dust will not recognize anyone!

"The Taoist ancestor of life and death is dead, and although I have been inherited by the Taoist ancestor of life and death, I have not only inherited his inheritance, but also inherited his will and wishes." Qin Huan said.

His mind is now fully integrated into the "spirit", so his thoughts can also be conveyed to the "spirit".

The "spirit" did not answer, but Qin Huan could feel his sadness. This sadness directly affected Qin Huan and made Qin Huan almost cry.

"Did he leave me first?"

"I've been lying to myself these years. He really won't come back. If he's gone, what's the point of my staying?"

This idea came from Qin Huan's heart. Qin Huan obviously felt that he had been killed by the "spirit" of the dust.

"Inheritor, you are the inheritor he recognized. You are the only one in the world who is qualified to get the dust, but you have to promise me one thing." a voice without emotion sounded in Qin Huan's heart.

"Please."

"When you grow up, destroy me and put the dust beside him!" said the "spirit" of the dust.

Qin Huan was shocked. Although he didn't say much about the "spirit" blowing the dust, he felt that the spirit wanted to accompany the Taoist ancestors of life and death from generation to generation.

Perhaps, life and death is the only driving force for his survival.

Qin Huan took a deep breath and said, "it's a deal."

As soon as Qin Huan's words came to an end, he felt a force pouring into his mind. After careful feeling, he found that he had established a connection with whisky, just like his heart. Not only that, but also the introduction and use of whisky in his mind.

"Remember your promise, I will continue to sleep..."

Qin Huan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the dust in his hand. He was filled with emotion. Unexpectedly, the "spirit" of the dust was so affectionate.

Unfortunately, such a spirit can't really become its own thing after all.

But Qin Huan was also satisfied. Now he was recognized by the "spirit" of dusting and could give full play to the power of dusting.

It can be said that from the "spirit" of dusting, Qin Huan wanted to cultivate such a "spirit" as dusting.

When Qin Huan's mind was pressed down, the power of his soul was injected into the dust. The dust burst into light, and all the lines on the handle burst into light.

To Qin Huan's surprise, the bristles attached to the handle were filled with wisps of edges. The colors of the edges were different. They looked like a rainbow attached to the handle.

Qin Huan closed his eyes slowly, and the introduction and use of dusting came to mind.

After checking for a long time, Qin Huan not only took a breath of cold air.

The dust is more terrible than expected.

Immediately, Qin Huan opened his eyes and controlled the dust to float slowly. After leaving Qin Huan's hand, the dust rose in the wind and grew sharply.

The original hair like mane turned into a thick mane.

Qin Huan was terrified that the bristles were engraved with dense lines!!

Looking carefully, Qin Huan found that these lines were similar to those on the life and death lines. That is to say, each mane was engraved with the rest law divine pattern and the law divine pattern mastered by the ancestors of life and death in the past??

Qin Huan's heart moved. The dust shrank sharply and turned into its original size, and the divine soul yuan force was injected into it again.

"I don't know the power of the dust... I'm looking forward to it!" Qin Huan whispered to himself.

It's enough to see the horror of dusting by the life and death pattern on it alone. No wonder the Taoist ancestor of life and death will always take it with him!

Then Qin Huan's divine sense went into the dust, and saw that there was a hazy shadow in the dust space, and a figure could be seen sitting up. Qin Huan said calmly: "the spirit has recognized me. From now on, the dust is the thing of Qin Yu, and it is named life and death dust!"