"What shall we do... Gourd?" Ziyun asked softly. Compared with the panicked monks in the Yulong, he was calm enough.


    "Gourd is a means to protect life. Now, it''s not time to be desperate. Hualingxian duty..." Luo Chuan stared at the source box in the power cabin, looked at it for a long time and was about to go.


    "Luo Daoyou."


    The voice of Rong Xiaojia''s apology sounded in his ear.


    Luo Chuan turned his head and saw that Rong Xiaojia didn''t leave. There was a trace of shame in his eyes. Not far away, night sin fan and xiaorou didn''t leave. They showed the same look in their eyes, especially xiaorou. She closed her lips and looked at Ziyun, then lowered her head. I don''t know what she was thinking.


    "You haven''t gone yet?" Luo Chuan couldn''t guess their thoughts. He smiled faintly: "it''s too late if you don''t go again."


    "I''m sorry for what happened before. We shouldn''t believe you... Luo Daoyou, come with us. As long as you can escape, the reinforcements must come soon." Rong Xiaojia clenched his fist.


    "Nothing, human nature. But I didn''t intend to go." while talking, Luo Chuan walked into the power source spring cabin, thought about it, and turned back: "if you believe me, you can all stay."


    "Stay?"


    Rong Xiaojia''s five people looked at Luo Chuan, and their faces showed strange colors.


    "If you want to save your life, just listen to my brother Luo." Ziyun followed Luo Chuan and entered the power source spring cabin. It was stuffy. Obviously, he didn''t forgive Rong Xiaojia, but the corner of his eye glanced at xiaorou.


    There are many ordinary monks and trial monks who are in a dilemma next to the power source spring cabin. They all look puzzled when they see Luo Chuan walking into the power source spring cabin.


    Huang Yuxin, the famous soul master, did not leave. He stared at Luo Chuan''s back. An incredible idea flashed in his mind and shouted, "what are you doing?"


    "Melt spirit." Luo Chuan didn''t look back and sat on the ground with his knees crossed.


    Everyone was stunned.


    Huang Yu was stunned, his cheeks flushed, as if he had been greatly humiliated, and his eyes were more angry: "are you kidding! Do you think everyone can do it? Do you know what is spirit melting?"


    "Know some."


    Luo Chuan said in a low voice, running the method of hunting spirit immortals. At the same time, a memory picture floated up from the sea.


    In the picture, Luo Chuan releases the Tianmen Dharma for the first time to peep into the power source spring cabin.


    In the tall power source boxes, there are colorful Yulong sources. Each source is refined by dozens of the same congenital sources according to the same quantity, proportion and level.


    The innate origin comes from the intrinsic power. Some origins can integrate with each other. How can the power of some origins conflict, while some origins will produce instant integration under a specific quantity, proportion and collocation angle!


    In other words, between one source and another source, the time for their integration is only a moment, but the source is not a dead thing. At each moment, they will flow and change, and the time for integration is fleeting. The spirit turning friar must adjust the two sources to the moment when they can fuse with each other very accurately and fuse quickly, which has high requirements for the mind, eyes, hand speed, strength and accuracy of the spirit turning friar.


    Therefore, the more sources that need to be integrated, the more changes, the greater the difficulty and danger, and the more the integration tests the ability of transforming the immortal duty.


    Before that, Luo Chuan basically had no concept of Hualing. He only knew about it in the memory fragments of Jiulong Jun, not to mention the methods and essentials of collocation.


    It can be traced back to the memory picture of Tianmen Dharma, observing the origin composition in the source boxes. Gradually, a clear source structure diagram appeared in Luochuan''s Nianhai.


    Forty seven different origins constitute the power source of the Yulong. Nearly half of these origins have never been seen by Luochuan before, but Luochuan has seen them scattered in the power source spring cabin and can also identify them.


    In addition, the quantitative proportion, collocation angle, circulation mode and mutual force of 47 origins are also clearly presented in Luo Chuan''s mind and constructed into an eternal picture.


    In a flash, Luo Chuan suddenly opened his eyes. There was no brilliance in his eyes. But in the eyes of everyone inside and outside the source cabin, the temperament of the 12-year-old young man changed dramatically in a moment, just like a sword hidden in the sword box, tore the seal and gave birth to his edge.


    In a flash, Luo Chuan returned to normal and became the astringent young man again, but the sharp edge of that moment was like a sword edge, which was deeply engraved in the bottom of everyone''s heart. No one spoke, including Huang Yuxin, who seemed to be awed, clenched his fist and silently watched Luo Chuan.


    Whoosh!


    The two sources flew from left to right and fell into the palm of Luochuan.


    "It''s the duty of hunting spirits." Huang Yuxin''s eyes lit up.


    Hearing the speech, everyone''s eyes lit up, and they couldn''t help looking forward to it.


    However, before Luo Chuan''s left and right hands were completely close, and the distance between the two sources was half a foot, waves began to appear on the surface of the source. The next moment, two repulsive forces burst out!


    Boom!


    The two sources exploded in the palm of Luochuan''s hand, and the air waves rose into the sky. Luochuan''s face tilted back slightly to avoid the impact of the air waves.


    The first time with refining, failed!


    Outside the source cabin, everyone''s eyes darkened. Rong Xiaojia, night sin fan and xiaorou, who were full of expectations and looking forward to the miracle, were also depressed.


    "Luo Daoyou, it''s too dangerous! Don''t force it! Come with us quickly!" Rong Xiaojia shouted.


    Luo Chuan was indifferent. He sucked two sources again with his hands and flashed back through the picture of previous failure in the sea. The previous failure was mainly due to the technique problem. Luo Chuan tried to turn the spirit for the first time. His technique was unfamiliar, and he failed to adjust the two sources to the only angle at the moment when the opportunity appeared.


    The source is like a mass of flowing water, which changes in an instant and the opportunity is fleeting.


    Although Jiulong Jun has the technique and method of hunting Lingxian, he has no method memory of transforming Lingxian. All this can only be pondered and tried by Luo Chuan himself.


    The situation is dangerous and the time is extremely urgent. Luo Chuan has no time to stop and think too much. At the moment of one tenth of his fingers, Luo Chuan''s hands are as fast as lightning and tries to integrate the source again!


    Bang!


    The two sources began to change within half a foot and exploded in the twinkling of an eye!


    The second attempt still failed!


    Hold on for the third time, the fourth time


    Looking at Luo Chuan''s continuous failure, the eyes of the monks inside and outside the source cabin became darker and darker.


    The Royal Dragon has been captured by the demon cult palace, and there are many screams of fighting. Colorful attack air waves and magic weapons collide in the Royal Dragon, blooming in the air, with blood and bones.


    Every moment, monks were killed and fell on the Yulong. This is no longer a battle, but more like a unilateral Massacre by the demon cult palace. The monks fled from the power source spring cabin, and the monks in the demon cult palace attacked the power source spring cabin from all directions against the direction of the flow of people.


    The area around the power source spring cabin is the only "pure land" today, but it is also an isolated island that will be captured.


    Seeing that Luo Chuan had failed five times in a row, many monks smiled bitterly and shook their heads. They no longer stayed and fled with the last glimmer of expectation.


    In the twinkling of an eye, there were less than 30 monks left in the power source spring cabin.


    Xiaorou stood by the source cabin and looked at Luo Chuan. She also looked at the white haired boy who was nine feet tall, just like a god protecting the Dharma behind Luo Chuan. Her eyes were frozen.


    Night sin fan hugged his arms, leaned aside, looked at Luo Chuan coldly, flashed in his mind the situation when he challenged the ancient mirror platform of water and moon, and clenched his fist secretly.


    On the other side, Yan Xiaoyi and Cheng XiaoC showed anxiety in their eyes and kept winking at Rong Xiaojia to urge him to leave.


    "I''d better... Wait," Rong Xiaojia whispered.


    He doesn''t know why he wants to stay. According to the family''s ancestral teachings and the teachings he received since childhood, his current behavior is very stupid. Is it the calm and ease of the young man in the face of death, or the strangeness revealed by the young man, or just the strange feeling at the first sight?


    Rong Xiaojia shook his head and the corners of his mouth were bitter. Maybe one day he will regret today''s decision. Then wait until later. If there is still a future.


    Among the few monks left, Huang Yuxin stared at Luo Chuan, but his eyes kept brightening!


    Seventh attempt!


    Hoo


    As the origin of Luo Chuan''s hands approached rapidly, a wonderful connection was finally born from them.


    "It''s done!" Huang Yu shouted with a clear mind and couldn''t help punching.


    After seven attempts, Luo Chuan finally completed the integration of the two sources. The two sources are like a ball of running water, rolling and flowing. There are no other cracks except for different colors.


    "These are only two sources, there are so many! It''s too late!" Yan Xiaoyi murmured in a low voice, his eyes dim.


    But then something unexpected happened!


    In the source cabin, the source seemed to be called at the same time, floating up and down Luochuan''s hands.


    Luo Chuan''s eyes closed and his hands opened as if he were a butterfly surrounded by flowers. His fingers moved quickly according to a certain rhythm, and he was like a strange thunder flying star outside the sky. It was almost too fast to capture the track.


    The mysterious and mysterious artistic conception comes from Luo Chuan''s hands. The origins of different quantities and proportions seem to fit together as if they should be born together. They gather together closely, accumulate layer by layer, and pile higher and higher. There is no other difference except for different colors, just like a rolling water column!


    Looking at the rising power source of Luochuan''s palm! More than 20 monks present seemed to have taken a pot of panacea, and their faces glowed with excitement and excitement. Many of Yulong''s old customers trembled uncontrollably!


    "Talent! Talent! Which immortal position did not complete the first source fusion after hundreds of attempts! He, he only used seven times! This is a master level talent!"


    Huang Yuxin, a famous teacher of Yipin, murmured and looked up at the rich power source fused by 47 different origins in the palm of Luochuan. His eyes were pious and like worship.