The colorful fire enveloped the [Strong Soldiers] magic planet.
The magic planet instantly turned into a big fireball, illuminating the soul world.
Lin Moyu provided enough soul power in time, and the fusion degree increased steadily.
The whole process was no different from before, except that the soul power requirement was higher than before.
Lin Moyu calculated that the soul power requirement of the [Strong Soldiers] magic was nearly double that of [Damage Transfer] and [Corpse Explosion].
Just exceeding the recovery speed of the gifted giant tree, his soul power fell into a state of slow consumption.
However, this consumption was not fast. Lin Moyu could persist for more than a day, which was enough for the magic to complete the sublimation.
But gradually, Lin Moyu felt something was wrong.
The fusion degree increased more and more slowly, while the demand for soul power became greater and greater.
“Is it because of the [Original Rune]?”
Lin Moyu muttered in his heart. The [Strong Soldiers] magic was not his original magic, but came from the [Original Rune].
The [Original Rune] was extracted from the essence of the source bird and was one of the nine-character mantras.
It contained the original power of the big world.
Therefore, the spell is extremely powerful, and the difficulty of sublimation is also very high.
Lin Moyu had prepared in advance, but still underestimated its difficulty.
At this point, Lin Moyu had no choice but to bite
the bullet. The seven-colored fire was still burning, providing more and more soul power, but the degree of fusion was increasing more and more slowly and more and more difficult.
Time passed little by little, the soul was consumed by more than half, and the seven-colored fire seemed to be gradually weakening.
But the [Strong Soldier] spell still failed to sublimate into a star.
Lin Moyu continued to provide soul power, not giving up the last bit of hope. As
the soul power became less and less, Lin Moyu’s breath gradually weakened and began to become unstable.
Zhu Qiwu saw it and knew that Lin Moyu was in trouble, but he could not provide help.
The sublimation of the spell can only rely on oneself, and no one else can help.
Zhu Qiwu estimated everything except cheering Lin Moyu in his heart.
After a whole day, the fire on Lin Moyu’s body was completely extinguished.
Lin Moyu opened his eyes, sighed deeply, and looked a little helpless. “Failed.”
Zhu Qiwu said in a calm tone, “The Seven-Colored Fire Spirit may fail occasionally. There is no absolute thing in the big world.”
Lin Moyu understood this truth. Although Zhu Qiwu’s tone was calm and he didn’t say it directly, Lin Moyu knew that he was comforting himself.
“Try again later.” Lin Moyu was also calm, without any sign of discouragement.
Zhu Qiwu nodded and didn’t say much.
Lin Moyu’s state of mind was very good. Failure was nothing, as long as he didn’t give up.
The gifted giant tree continued to provide Lin Moyu with soul power. At most half a day, the soul power could be restored to its heyday.
Lin Moyu pondered the reason and looked for the root cause of the failure.
The fusion degree of [Strong Soldiers] has increased, and it has increased to 99%.
It was this last 1% that caused him to fail.
Lin Moyu recalled the whole process. “The beginning was very smooth. Except for the high consumption of soul power, there was no other problem.”
“The problem should be at the end, that is, after the fusion degree was increased to 99%, the last 1% could not be increased.”
“It has nothing to do with soul power. My soul power is very sufficient, and I also use the seven-color fire.”
“Although the seven-color fire cannot guarantee 100% success of sublimation, it can at least guarantee 99% of no problem.”
“What is the problem?”
Lin Moyu thought for a long time, but still could not get the correct answer.
At present, the reasons for failure are nothing more than two points. One is that I am really too unlucky, and
I have encountered
a rare chance of failure .
The second is that the magic is too strong, and the seven-color fire is not enough.
But the seven-color fire is not good, and other fires are even worse. The seven-color fire is already the limit of the fire, and there is no eight-color or nine-color fire.
Thinking of the nine colors, Lin Moyu suddenly thought of the nine-color lotus in the blue star.
Zhu Qiwu did not interrupt Lin Moyu’s thinking. Some problems must be thought out by Lin Moyu himself.
Half a day later, Lin Moyu’s soul power recovered to its peak.
“I’ll try again.” Lin Moyu said.
Zhu Qiwu just nodded slightly, without any other reaction.
Lin Moyu’s mind sank into his own soul world, and his soul power turned into a big hand, slapping the colorful fire on the planet of the [Gathering Force] spell.
That’s right, Lin Moyu changed his target.
For the second sublimation, Lin Moyu did not choose the [Strong Soldiers] spell, but chose the [Gathering Force] spell.
A spell has only three sublimation opportunities in total. Before figuring out the reason, Lin Moyu didn’t want to waste the second chance on the [Strong Soldiers] spell.
So he chose the [Gathering Force] spell. [Gathering Force] and [Strong Soldiers] have the same origin, and the previous fusion degree has reached 99%.
If it can be sublimated successfully, he only needs to find two more colorful fires, and he will succeed.
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If even it fails, it means that it is not his problem, and he needs to find another way.
Lin Moyu thought of the star fire, maybe he had to look for the star fire.
After the [Gathering Power] spell was ignited, Lin Moyu’s soul power suddenly surged like a tide.
It was no longer like before, gently providing soul power.
It was only 1% short. If there was any bottleneck, Lin Moyu would also hit it hard and smash it completely.
The soul world was constantly shaking, and the soul power almost turned into substance, rushing into the [Gathering Power] spell planet like a waterfall.
Soul power is fuel, the colorful fire is unprecedentedly strong, and the entire spell planet is burning fiercely, turning into a huge fireball. It
was about to succeed, but Lin Moyu knew that the last 1% had never been able to break through.
.. 0 …
It was like there was a bottomless abyss. No matter how much soul power he rushed over, it was swallowed by the abyss and could not reach the other side.
Until the soul power was completely exhausted and the seven-colored fire gradually extinguished, Lin Moyu sighed helplessly, “Failed again.”
Zhu Qiwu was also surprised, “Have you found the reason?”
Lin Moyu shook his head, “I changed the method, but the result was the same, only the last bit was missing, but it was this bit that I could never get over.”
Zhu Qiwu pondered and looked for the answer from the countless things he had experienced in his tens of thousands of years of life.
“Although the success rate of the seven-colored fire cannot be said to be 100%, it is at least 99% sure.”
“It is not unlucky to fail once occasionally, but I have never heard of failing twice in a row.”
“You restore your soul power first, I will go ask.”
Lin Moyu nodded, “Sorry for bothering you, senior.”
Zhu Qiwu’s main body in the No. 10 Fortress in the distance suddenly took out a jade pendant, communicated with the jade pendant with his soul, and told his problem again.
The jade pendant flickered with a faint light, accompanied by the breath of the law, and transmitted Zhu Qiwu’s information.
After half an hour, the jade pendant lit up again.
Zhu Qiwu put the jade pendant on his forehead and read the information in it.
His expression changed, and his eyes were filled with shock.
In the silver mist, Zhu Qiwu’s clone suddenly whispered, “Is it the Origin Rune?”
Lin Moyu opened his eyes and nodded, “Yes.”
“Two?” His voice was trembling, disbelieving, and excited at the same time.
“Yes!”
Hissing.
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