: 1838 Soul Soul

From the silent tears, but stubbornly biting his lips, resisting not crying, the sorrowful appearance of Ding Ning looked bursts of distress.
"Are you satisfied now?"
Ding Ning angered nowhere to vent, suddenly a punch in the face of Anze, hit him screaming again and again, squinting and retreating.
Ding Ning is like an angry lion, punching and kicking in the storm. Although he feels the same in every foot and every foot, but he is a soldier, the ability to endure pain is far from being comparable.
"Forgive me, can't I be wrong?"
Anze finally knew what a madman was, crying and begging for mercy.
"Wrong? Is it two living lives? Can you reveal it when you are wrong?"
Ding Ning’s wrath is unstoppable, but his men are not merciless, and they are madly screaming at Anze.
He is punishing Anze, and he is also punishing himself. If he is not looking after his own prospects, he is worried that he will change his history. He may not die at all.
Although he knows that in that case, his choice is not wrong, he can see that he is dead and he can't live without the conscience.
If you can't say regret, you can't talk about self-blame. If you can come back again, he will still make the same choice before.
Beating Anze also hurts him. He just wants to vent his grievances and depressions that cannot be vented through this self-abuse.
"Enough, this has anything to do with me. This is a family arrangement. I am just an executive. Don't fight again. I really thought I would not fight back. I have been holding you for a long time."
Anze was finally stunned, holding his head and glaring with red eyes.
From small to large, although he was so cold-spoken because of his qualifications, his identity was there, and no one really beat him.
"Come on, come back, it's best for us to die together, so that I can be comfortable."
If Ding Ning is mad, revealing a white tooth of a cold face, the smile makes people feel guilty, but the man does not pause at all, and the face is a mad man.
"MD, madman, what is your special madman, come on, kill me, big deal, let's die together."
The clay figurine still has three points of fire. It was beaten by Ding Ning. Anze was finally provoked by the screaming of the bones. He snarled loudly, and he did not hesitate to punch in the face of Ding Ning and knocked him back. Go out.
"Hey!"
Ding Ning did not say anything, and Anze’s own painful screams.
It was not until this moment that he knew what kind of severe pain Ding Ning had to endure when he beat himself. This made him feel awkward and felt a burst of fear in his heart.
Does this guy have no pain? It’s a madman, and everyone in this plane is a madman.
"Come on, continue, don't stop."
Ding Ning climbed up, rubbed the soul of the mouth, rubbed his mouth, and revealed the white teeth that were blood-stained. It looked extremely embarrassing.
"Don't fight, don't fight, can't I serve it?"
Anze feels that the bones of the whole body are like the pain of the scattered frame. They repeatedly grievances and grievances: "I know that you are upset, but this really can't blame me. I don't have any right to speak in the family. How is the family? I will do it if I arrange it. If you really have a fire, go to the people of my family and spoil it. Is it really interesting to me?"
"What do you mean by saying that you are innocent? Is it wrong for me to take you out?"
Ding Ning picked up the bruised eyes, and the eyes of the eyes shot the sultry cold man. What he hated most was that he did something wrong and thought he was an innocent person.
Anze’s heart trembled, and he waved back and forth, his face grievances: "Brother, you are
My brother is not okay? Don't fight, don't fight, I don't mean that I am innocent. I must be responsible for this matter, but you think about it, I am just a family child. I have to do it on how to arrange it. I have not already Promise that you try to stop the Dark Devil One? No one thought that they were so fierce, they said that they blew themselves, and I didn’t even have time to react.

Ding Ning gradually calmed down, although Anze’s words still have the meaning of shirking responsibility, but they are not unreasonable. Although he has the responsibility, he is the biggest culprit in the death and sorrow.
Although Anze is damned, he also wants to kill him immediately, but the current state of the two, killing Anze himself has to be buried, the price is not what he can afford.
Thinking of this, Ding Ning sat down on the ground, staring coldly at Anze, until he straightened his heart, only hooked his finger like a summoning puppy: "Come here."
"Ah...hey."
Anze was really scared by him. If Ding Ning dared to make such a humiliating act, he had to violently jump, but now he is like a pug, timid and squatting and squatting in Ding Ning. Before, the face is full of fear.
"Let's talk, how can we get rid of our current state?"
Ding Ning asked with a blank expression.
Anze’s heart suddenly shook his eyes and said:
When the psychic birthplace is formed, it cannot be lifted. Only after the birth of the birthplace is completed, it will naturally be born.

"You mean, we can't divide again in the future? Are you a fool?"
Ding Ning did not believe his ghost words, and laughed at it.
"I said it is true, I really can't lift it."
Anze feared and shrank back and shrunk, how much true expression is true.
Ding Ning did not speak, so he looked at him so straight, let him wriggle and squirmed his body, biting his head and not looking at Ding Ning, whispered: "Unless it is in the source world, the elders in the family can help. Take us apart."
In fact, the current state of the two is not unresolved. It is only after he has gone through a lot of hardships to get to this point. Just stick to the source and then ask the family elders to take off, and then peel off Ding Ning's spirit.
Not only can he learn the secrets of his memory, but he can also monopolize this soul and become a true psychic tire. From then on, the road will be limited, and the future will be limitless.
Poor qualification is his biggest knot. He is afraid of death and fear, but he is even more afraid of being looked down upon. This is his bottom line. Even if he is dead, he will not say it.
Ding Ning suddenly smiled, his smile was very bright, but there was no temperature in his eyes, and some were just cold and chilly.
His psychology is not white, he can see from Anze's erratic eyes and guilty head, he is lying.
There must be a way to lift the current state of the two, but Anze is not willing to say it, but what does it matter? As long as there is a way to lift it, he has the confidence to know from Anze's memory.
Soul hunter is a very cruel technique. Those who are searched for souls will lose their lives, and they will become idiots.
Even for the enemies who are extremely vicious, Ding Ning is generally not willing to use this evil technique that is contrary to his heart.
But now, he decided that Anze would be the first person to be searched by him.
Non-my family, its heart must be different.
For the aggressor, he will not have any kindness, and there will be no woman.
What's more, he has already given Anze a chance. He does not know how to cherish it. He still does not know how to repent now. He also tried to trick him into the source world and get what he wanted.
Anze was stunned by his laughing heart, giving birth to a faint uneasiness. He always felt that this madman did not follow the common sense.
Playing cards, I don't know what other ghosts he is playing.
"seal!"
Just as he was uneasy, he suddenly heard Ding Ning say a word, and before he could react, he saw a sign of a rune in his hand and a palm on his chest.
Anze’s face changed dramatically and he shouted unbelievably:
Have you recovered your memory?

"Of course, is it familiar with this seal rune?"
Ding Ning's mouth squinted with a touch of banter, and said softly, but the hands kept on hold, and the seals and runes that followed one after another shot all over Anze's body.
After all, this guy is a fake source of power, no matter what, before he has tolerated himself, but he is afraid of death and dare not go with him, so he has to put more insurance.
Anze sealed his memory before, but sealed the 981 layer. He was even more embarrassed and sealed the seal of 366. It took nearly five minutes to shoot the rune. The outer three layers of the Anze seal are solid, even if this ignorance of seals, but want to open so many seals, it is impossible to have a few hours.
Besides, Ding Ning not only remembers, but seals every joint in his body, so that he has no chance to crack the seal.
噗通!
Anze leaned down to the ground, and the whole person lay there with a vegetative person. Only the eyes and mouth could move around the whole body.
"You have already taken back your memory, so you have been acting, and threatening me with me is the same?"
Anze’s face was reluctant to ask, and his heart was filled with remorse. If he knew that he had recovered his memory, he would not be afraid of his threat. How could someone who was worried about going to die easily?
"How about getting back memories? In the eyes of you, your life is more noble than anyone else. In my eyes, everyone’s life, no one is worth more than anyone’s life. As long as I think it is worth it, feel free to Will play with people."
Ding Ning did not have the expression of a small man as he thought, but the answer was very serious.
This made Anze sigh: "Then I lose no loss, you really are a madman."
"Not crazy, we are not living, we are too weak, you are too strong, the strength gap is too big, you can only play crazy with you."
Ding Ning seems to be telling a joke, but there is no joke in his tone.
Anze fixed his eyes on him. For a long time, he said: "I admit, you are a group of madmen. My family should not provoke you. However, what can you do now when you seal it? You killed me, you also Will die."
"Are you still lucky now? Don't you know that you have never heard of a technique called Soul?"
Ding Ning looked at him with a smile and laughed. He started a psychological war. If he could let Anze take the initiative, he still tried not to use Soul Soul.
Because the conditions for Soul Supreme are extremely demanding, if you compare the souls that you have cultivated to the depths of the soul, you will be countered by a bad one. Therefore, for safety reasons, Soul Art is the last option.
"Soul hunting?"
Anze suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Ding Ning incredulously.
"Yes, it seems that there is such a technique in the source world. This is the best, and it will save me from having to pay more attention to what is going on with your science."
Ding Ning is very satisfied with Anze's reaction. As long as he knows the terrible soul-hunting technique, he does not believe that the deceased guy dares to play tricks with himself.
I didn’t expect Anze’s next reaction to be greatly unexpected. His emotions were extremely excited and shouted:
No, impossible, Soul Soul is the secret of my black ancestors. How can you know Soul Soul as the ancestor's disappearance is lost?"