Chapter 153

As Ye Ming said, when the ancient holy dragon appeared in its infancy, a breath of dead spirit in the spiritual sea turned into a poisonous snake to chase it.

"Go away!" Ye Ming drank coldly and scattered them with spiritual force, but here the breath of the dead kept flowing, and they soon recovered again.

Realizing that their goal was themselves, little Jinlong was too scared to speak. Feeling the fear emitted by little Jinlong, Ye Ming was speechless for a while. You should take out some courage of being the first of God level Warcraft.

"It's them, it's them. They're thinking about me every day, woo woo." Little Jinlong remembered it and cried.

"Get out of here with me. This place is hopeless. Do you know where the exit is?" Ye Ming avoids the pursuit of the breath of the dead and asks in a slow voice as far as possible.

"No, I can't leave. This is my home. I'll die here if I die." Little Jinlong shook his head decisively.

"If you stay here sober, you will also die. Now you have come out. It won't be long before it will be occupied by the breath of undead. It's safe to show up with me." Ye Ming said anxiously.

"Then go out by yourself. I must dispel the breath of the dead. I won't shrink back any more." The little golden dragon roared, and the spirit soared. Unexpectedly, he forced Ye Ming out of the spirit sea.

Cough! Ye Ming opens his eyes and spits out a mouthful of blood. He doesn't expect that the greater resistance he brings xiaojinlong out is itself.

"Night Xi'er, the situation has changed. The spiritual origin of the ancient holy dragon was unwilling to leave the spiritual sea." Ye Ming said, passing on his spiritual thoughts to the divine beast record and to Ye Xi'er.

"Does it have any concerns about the spiritual sea?" Night Xi'er's voice came and asked.

Roar! At this time, the bones of the ancient holy dragon vibrated violently again, and the flame of the red fire peacock kept drilling into its body, but it had little effect.

"He said it was his home. It's too late. I'll go in first." Ye Ming said.

With that, his eyes were wide open, and his spiritual power once again explored into the spiritual sea of the ancient holy dragon. The picture in the spiritual sea was completely different from what ye Ming had seen before.

The ancient holy Dragon Spirit sea is still a huge valley without the previous silence, but it has been surrounded by piles of dead breathing poisonous snakes. In the center, you can see a golden light ball shining continuously. It is the little golden dragon who is constantly releasing skills.

At this time, the little golden dragon was panting. If it weren't for the breath of the dead, he was afraid of the unique bright breath of the ancient holy dragon and didn't dare to approach easily, it would be scarred.

But as soon as it stops to release energy, these poisonous snakes come up and attack continuously, and it can't bear it for long.

Just then, the poisonous snake pile suddenly exploded, and Ye Ming forced a gap from the surrounding circle to xiaojinlong.

"Why are you back?" Little Jinlong said in surprise.

"Of course I want to come back. I just want to save you. If you die, my friends and I will be finished. Count me, please, ancient holy dragon, you go out with me." Ye Ming said with a wry smile.

"But... I can't go out." Xiao Jinlong hesitated first and then said firmly.

"Are you going to die here?" Ye Ming propped up the spiritual barrier with his spiritual force to block the poisonous snake. He asked, "whether you stay or not, the spiritual sea will collapse! Is it meaningful to immerse yourself here?

"What do you know? This spiritual sea has all my memories of the past. If I go out, my memories will disappear. In this case, I might as well die!" Xiao Jinlong roared loudly.

Ye Ming is silent. Yes, no matter who it is, there is only one spiritual sea, and another name of the spiritual sea is the sea of memory. If the spiritual sea is swallowed, even if there is a spiritual source to maintain the animal soul, it will gradually forget everything.

Is there any difference between an ancient holy dragon that forgets everything and death?

What kind of salvation is he doing? Since he can only be saved in the end!

Thinking, Ye Ming's eyes become sharp. He feels the change of his temperament. Little Jinlong is shocked and thinks Ye Ming wants to be strong.

"You want to keep all your memories, don't you?" Ye Ming asked.

"That's right, or I wouldn't leave if I died." Little Jinlong nodded, his eyes full of determination.

"In that case, do you have a way to collect those memories?" Ye Ming paused and continued: "you should know that no matter what, the spiritual sea will be destroyed. But if you can retain your memory temporarily, becoming a divine beast card in the future can rebuild the spiritual sea.

At the beginning of the dark night, they also had no spiritual sea. Memories were stored in the spiritual origin. Until they opened up the spiritual sea, these memories were scattered in it. With this precedent, Ye Ming is confident to complete it.

"There is a way... As long as I pass through every corner of the spiritual sea and write down what I see." Little Jinlong nodded seriously, but when he looked at the breath of the dead like the sea, he said, "but I can't get through it.

"It's all right. I'll help you. I'll try my best to help you. If you can get out alive, can you promise me one thing?" Ye Ming asked.

"What's up?" Asked little Jinlong.

"Become my beast card." Ye Ming said seriously.

"Well, I'm dead anyway. If I become your Divine beast card, I can live again. What's your name, human?" Little Jinlong nodded and said.

"My name is Ye Ming. Then we have a deal." Ye Ming smiled and nodded, then asked, "how big is your spiritual sea?

"Well, my spiritual sea is as big as the Shengyuan continent." Little Jinlong thought for a moment and said unsure.

In ancient times, the holy dragon was the head of the divine Warcraft, and the spiritual power was definitely the divine domain level. The stronger the spiritual power, the larger and more real the world of the sea of spirit. It was normal to be as big as Shengyuan continent.

Ye Ming was not surprised. If there was only one thing, he wouldn't put forward conditions. Now he can only sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman.

"However, the more memories I collect, the stronger my power is. If I collect them all, even without you, I can easily expel them from the spiritual sea. You only need to let me restore one-third of my memory." Xiao Jinlong said seriously.

Ye Ming made a silent estimation on one-third of the Shengyuan continent. In this case, it is more likely. Anyway, as long as the little golden dragon is not destroyed, the magic dragon can't move.

"OK, now let's go out of the valley first. I'll open the way ahead with my mental strength. You follow." Ye Ming said that the sea of his spirit was boiling, and the poisonous snakes around him were beaten back by the smell of dead souls.

"Let's go." Ye Ming said. He grabbed the little golden dragon and ran to a place.

In the sea of spirit, Ye Ming's speed is very fast, but it is also limited. He is caught up by a poisonous snake only thousands of meters away, and he breaks it up again.

The breath of the dead filled the whole spiritual sea of the ancient holy dragon, just like a vast ocean. Ye Ming cut through the breath of the dead like a sharp blade and took the ancient holy dragon to other places to collect memories.

"Ye Ming, your mental strength will soon be exhausted." The little golden dragon frowned.

"Don't worry so much. If you want to reduce my pressure, you can quickly collect memories." Ye Ming gritted his teeth and said. It's more difficult for him to take Xiao Jinlong forward than he thought. It's just going to other places. After all, the breath of the dead has been deeply rooted here. I'm afraid even the owner of spiritual power in the divine domain can't be easily erased.

With the increase of passing places, Xiao Jinlong's body becomes larger and larger, his eyes become deeper and deeper, and Ye Ming's spiritual sea consumes more and more.

Now it's only one tenth of Shengyuan, and there's only a small half of my spiritual power in the sea of spirit.

Ye Ming couldn't help laughing bitterly. Moreover, this constant attack of releasing mental power would also give him mental fatigue, but the breath of the dead was everywhere, and he couldn't rest at all.

In this way, he may be the first person with ten levels of mental strength who has exhausted himself in history.

Because this action is very risky, Ye Ming doesn't bring a divine beast card. He even plans to let Ye Xi'er take the opportunity to bring them into the soul area if he fails.

Although Xiao Jinlong is getting stronger, he can only protect himself. It is too difficult for him to open up a road in the spiritual sea full of the breath of the dead, so he can only rely on himself now.

"Ye Ming, you have the power of death to control the holy power of the dead. The reason why the holy power of death is most suitable for cultivating the class of necromancer is that it can mobilize and absorb the breath of the dead." Ye Ming suddenly remembered what ye Xi'er said when he taught him.