Chapter 1713: Seed soul
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Banished Disciple’s Counterattack
- Three Realms And Six Paths
- 2018 characters
- 2021-03-01 10:22:48
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Out of Yan Luodian, Ye Chen took the yak to the direction of the ghost town.
The most urgent task is to help the yak gather the gods.
The soul condenses the gods, which consumes a lot of time and takes a long time.
Ning Yuan Shen, this process will be slow and take a long time.
In the past, he and Zhao Yun were in the eighteenth floor of hell. They were assisted by the soul and the ocean, and they had the chance to condense the Yuanshen.
But yak is different, there is no point to support the soul power, but also only by the method of planting the soul, step by step to consolidate the destiny of the soul.
Fortunately, he has ample time in March.
What's more important, he is also a small financial man this time. He was really poor when he first came to the underworld.
With enough financial resources, everything is easy to handle, and money can make ghosts grind. In Yincaodi government, the least is ghosts.
"Lao Qi, this underworld ... is there an emperor?" The yak could not help but tentatively asked as he passed by a ghost mountain.
"It does, the master of the underworld." Ye Chen laughed.
"It's really shocking." The yak grinned.
Who would have thought that there was a living emperor in the underworld, that was the supreme existence, and it was unreal to think about it.
It is a great honor to live under the rule of the Emperor.
Unfortunately, this great emperor is in the underworld, not in the heavens.
Imagine that if there was an emperor in Wanyu, when the invaders invaded, they would not have to fight so fiercely, and countless souls would be buried.
"The underworld is far more interesting than you think." Ye Chen smiled, stepped forward, and increased speed.
"Even the emperor, there is nothing impossible." The yak took a deep breath and followed closely the steps of Ye Chen.
Soon after, the two fell under their own control and entered the ghost town together.
Ye Chen is okay. He has been here for a long time and has long been used to it.
It is a yak, who walks all the way and sighs. Except for the black spots in the underworld, the other looks just like the yang.
However, despite the busy streets of Ghost Town, he couldn't help shivering. The city was full of ghosts, and his back was bleak.
Ye Chen smiled, led a yak, and went to a shop to buy elixir. Without exception, they added soul power.
After walking around a large circle, the two talented people walked into the alley of a sword, spent 1,500 yuan of stone, and rented a small garden.
The small garden is small, with a radius of only a hundred feet, an old tree and two stone houses, covered in darkness, just like dusk.
The underworld rages everywhere, and Xiaoyuan is no exception.
In other words, wherever you go, it's all gloomy. You have to look like Yin Cao Difu.
"Why is a red lantern hanging in front of each room?" The yak scratched his head. "Is this a custom in the underworld?"
"God knows." Ye Chen smiled and waved an altar, but painted the lines and arranged the magical formations.
"It's better if we are in the sun." The yak muttered.
"After I died, have you ever been to the Hengyue Zong of my Dachu?" Ye Chen asked while engraving his lines.
"Yes, there's your grave," the yak said suddenly.
"I would rather not." Ye Chen smiled, his voice was hoarse, and there was a touch of vicissitudes in his deep eyes.
"It's good to just think about it," the yak smiled.
"I can see my Master." Ye Chen hoped.
"I haven't seen it before." The yak shook her head. "When you heard that you were dead, she almost melted and was sealed by Goddess Kunlun."
Hearing this, Ye Chen's body trembled so violently that even the lines were engraved, such as the heart of iron, and it hurt.
He can imagine how painful Chu Xuan would be after his death.
Waiting for the past life and this life, another 300 years, I missed again and again, crueler than once.
Obviously, but he was tricked by God, a relationship, a lot of wounds, he and her, are already suffering.
As for her being sealed by Donghuang Taixin, he was not surprised.
There is a relationship between Ruoxi and Chu Xuan, most of which are related to Dong Xuan, how could he let her die before Taixin's heart is clear.
"If I say, Da Chu, don't guard the gates of the heavens."
"It's time to put in the demons and let the Honghuang people try something new."
"When the demon invaded, none of them could shrink."
"This day the demon was repelled, and all ran out to make trouble."
The yak continued to speak, growing more and more resentful. Niu's eyes were radiant, and his hatred of the flood-stricken clan was no less than that of the demon.
"Someday, the famine will rise." Ye Chen's words were flat, and he used these expressions to conceal his inner anger.
"If you go back, you will be able to lead Wanyu and rebuild glory." The yak looked solemnly and was very confident in Ye Chen.
"You can go back and talk." Ye Chen smiled and closed her magical powers. "Sit on the altar altar, I will help you gather the gods."
"Get it!" The yak stood up, stepped onto the altar, and sat cross-legged, like the old monk sitting in meditation, the treasure was solemn.
Ye Chen settled down, his eyebrows flashed, and the flames of the Yuanshen raged, which drowned the yak and helped him to refine the soul impurities.
Then, it is a ray of primordial spirit, which is planted into the yak soul body, like a seed, will take root and sprout, condensing the primordial spirit.
Next, it is the essence of soul power, pulling from Ye Chen's body and integrating into the yak soul body, which can also be regarded as strengthening his soul.
In the end, many elixir supplements for soul power were also crushed.
After doing this, Ye Chen sighed and then quit.
On the altar, the yak still sat cross-legged, and his soul power gradually increased.
Under the old tree, Ye Chen snuggled up and looked up at him quietly.
Between Yin and Yang, he seemed to be able to see the starry sky, as well as the familiar figures.
He desperately wanted to go back and missed his hometown too much.
But he knew that going back at the moment would not help.
Even the saint-level South Emperor was defeated, and his quasi-sage was also defeated. The first living creatures in heaven and earth were terrible.
He needs to be promoted to practice, even if he has to leave, he must also bring Chu Ling, he cannot leave her alone in the underworld.
The root cause is still cultivation. When the realm reaches the saint, he is promoted to the throne, and he is also qualified to see Chu Ling.
"Wait for me." Ye Chen's expression was blurred, his eyes were hazy.
A gust of wind came, and he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
The small garden was quiet, sometimes with a whining sound and sometimes a severe ghost manifestation, but was banned by Ye Chenshe and repelled on the spot.
There was a faint moonlight tilting down and sprinkled on Ye Chen's face.
His little thumb twitched slightly, his expression calm, but his eyebrows were wrinkled tightly.
In the ambiguity, his mind was drawn into a mood.
In the artistic conception, there is a vast starry sky, boundless and boundless, with stars shining brightly and brilliantly.
"This is ... the heavens and the world." Ye Chen stared at the Quartet utterly with certainty, and this mood was the heavens and the universe.
"Dream to the heavens?" He scratched his head, his expression strange.
When he was surprised, he suddenly saw the starry sky tremble, and the sound of thunder suddenly began.
In the distance, a figure walks in the air and has a great figure.
The man was wearing gold armor, holding a halberd, and his blond hair was floating, every strand was dyed with glory.
His eyes are deep and boundless, and he has the ability to grasp the heavens and the heavens. He evolves inwardly, sketching the vision of destruction.
But he seemed very old, with wrinkles on his face, and a long beard. Although his back was tall and straight, there was a trace of scratches.
He was seriously injured, covered with blood, and scarred, and every step he took was a bloodstained footprint.
Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the eyebrow of the man with an ancient pattern, an exclusive holy pattern.
That is to say, that man is an ancient holy body.
Moreover, it is still a desolate ancient Eucharist from old to old age.
"The younger Ye Chen, I've seen the ancestors." Ye Chen hurriedly saluted, full of awe, even though the Holy Body could not see him.
When he was finished, the old Eucharist had stopped.
He was too tired, Xu was too hurt, maybe too old, sitting in the starry sky, burying his head, going straight to sleep, the whole body was golden, and it was dim a lot.
Ye Chen passed, squatting on the side of the old Eucharist.
Looking at the old face of the Old Eucharist, he couldn't help but reach out, trying to wipe away the vicissitudes and traces of years for him.
The Old Eucharist is too old, Shou Yuan will end, and the limit is approaching.
At this moment, he can best explain what a hero is.
Standing shoulder to shoulder with the emperor, but can't beat the years like a sword, the scarred ancient holy body is full of traces.
"Ba Yuan, ru ... also today." Suddenly, a maid sounded through the stars, cold and majestic.
The buried old Eucharist looked up, supported by euphorbia, stood up stiffly, and scattered his eyes, gathered again.
"Ru, who is it." The Old Eucharist fainted.
"Ru, there is no right to know." The starry sky suddenly burst, the colorful air was thin, and a white-haired woman slowly walked out.
The woman was masked and surrounded by colorful fairy tales.
Holding a colorful fairy sword in her hand, howling.
"Yanxian Sword." Ye Chen's eyes suddenly shot, and he stared at the colorful fairy sword in the hands of the white-haired woman.
He could see that it was Ji Xian Sword, and it was equally obvious that it was the Ji Xian Sword, which controlled the white-haired woman.
The starry sky was turbulent, and the Old Eucharist fought with the white-haired woman.
The battle was volatile, and the stars were bursting.
Every time the two of them collided, there was a vision of destruction.
The old Eucharist fell into the wind and couldn't stop the attack of Wu Xianjian. The Eucharist healed again and again, but burst again and again.
It wasn't that he lost to the white-haired woman and Ji Xianjian, just because he was old and was seriously injured, far from the peak.
He was defeated, and his blood was bleak in the starry sky, a trail of sacred ancient blood, and it was dazzling in the vast starry sky.
In the small garden, Ye Chen was gone, but his forehead was blue, his eyes were red, his blood was all over, and he wanted to bleed.
Another ancestor of the Eucharist was slain by Wu Xianjian.
Like the battle of the year, he was killed in a state of weakness.
Could not help, Ye Chen looked down, looking inside his body.
Looking at the sacred sacred bone, it is not difficult for him to guess that the sacred bone is barbaric, which is the mood it brought him into.
But he couldn't figure out, why the Xunxianjian couldn't get through with the ancient and holy body. The former was Ba Yuan, and the second was Chen Zhan.
This is just what he knows. God knows how many holy bodies the sword of the gods destroyed in the years.
"Two ancestors, your enemies, the juniors will pay for you."
Ye Chen's words were stubborn, his eyes were as firm as ever, and one day, he would smash the sword of the gods.
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