Chapter 495

Wu Chen and his family had been busy in Cuihua house for a day. In the evening, they asked Abel Khan to go back first and stay in the shop by themselves.

Although Fang Ruoxue wants to be with Wu Chen very much, Wu Chen is thinking about Wu Ling. How can they stay here?

So, he found a reason at random and took them all away.

At the moment, Wu Ling has been practicing in the most secret room of Cuihua residence.

This room was specially ordered and prepared by Wu Chen when he was decorating. On the surface, it was the rest room and office of the boss.

On weekdays, if there is nothing else, he will not allow anyone to enter here.

Wu Chen's purpose is very simple, just to protect Wu Ling.

Although Wu Ling began to practice the heavenly soul hand, he was still a soul body in the final analysis.

If you come into contact with the kind of people who are born with hard temperament or abundant Yang, Wu Ling is very vulnerable.

After all, the soul body is different from the normal living people, so Wu Chen generally suppresses his own spiritual power in front of Wu Ling, for fear that the energy ripples caused by carelessness will hurt other people.

"The boy is still practicing?"

Wu Chen looks at Wu Ling in front of him in a puzzled way. It seems that he is still immersed in the state of cultivation. It's impossible for him to wake up for a while.

He held the sunglasses on his nose and sighed.

"I don't know what kind of cultivation this guy's spirit hand can achieve, but the teacher shouldn't cheat people."

Now Wu Chen is more and more curious about the existence of those so-called organizations.

Whether it's the Empire, or the Japanese, or the evil cultivation alliance where the teachers are, people feel very confused.

Although this day's soul hand is a skill of unknown level, Wu Chen can still feel that Wu Ling's soul power is becoming more and more powerful, and even has a feeling of palpitation.

Originally, he was just a child who would be scared out of his wits at any time, but now his soul is becoming more and more solid and surprising.

Just as Wu Chengang wanted to turn around and go out to buy something to eat, a powerful wave of soul suddenly came from behind him!

At that moment, it seemed that there was a mountain like force field in the room - this force field did not affect the human body at all, but more aimed at the human soul.

How mysterious is soul? How many people can make it clear? So for monks, soul cultivation is far more terrible than spirit cultivation.

Wu Chen, for example, reinforces his spiritual power and strengthens himself, which is enough to make the mountain and sea turn pale. And the power of the soul can make people incarnate thousands of miles away, killing invisible!

In comparison, each has its own merits.

But people who know it all know that the soul is the source of human beings, and soul cultivation is absolutely a terrible existence!

"Brother? I seem to... "Wu Ling said in a confused voice," it's getting stronger. "

Wu Chen was shocked to see Wu Ling standing up slowly behind him. He found that he seemed to have grown up and become a beautiful boy of 15 or 16 years old!

His long black hair and beautiful face made him look more like a God who was banished from the world.

However, his completely black pupils are always reminding Wu Chen that this child is still a dead soul, because in Western legend, only the dead have completely black pupils.

"My God, what have you been through?"

Rao was so surprised that Wu Chen rushed to him and said, "do you have any other feelings now? Don't you find yourself growing up? "

At this time, a voice suddenly floated in: "of course not, if Wu Ling did not die, now is this age."

Wu Chen and Wu Ling saw Mr. Wang come in, half kneeling on the ground and saluting in a hurry.

"Well, you don't have to do this kind of empty thing in the future."

Mr. Wang seemed to be in good spirits. He excitedly walked up to Wu Ling and gently raised his arms with soft strength.

"Come on, try your strength." Mr. Wang stressed to Wu Ling: "before the operation of tianhun hand, we must ensure that our soul power is stable, and we must not be upset. Although this skill is powerful, don't kill

"Once you have the heart to kill, you will never be able to survive."

Wang's words are not serious, especially with his serious expression, which makes people look even more frightened.

With that, he ordered Wu Ling: "now you fight with your brother. Use all your strength to fight. Don't worry. This boy should be able to carry it."

Wu Ling looked at Wang hesitantly and whispered, "teacher, is this really OK? I think it's better to forget it. The things I cultivate now seem to attack the soul. "

"Don't talk nonsense."

Wu Chen and Wu Ling looked at each other awkwardly and stood at both ends of the room.

In fact, they don't need any space at all. After all, Wu Ling's Kung Fu is aimed at the soul, which will not have any impact on reality.

Wu Ling slowly breathed out a breath, and turned his heavenly soul hand skill. His hands flashed back and forth in front of his chest like ghosts, forming one mark after another.

However, Wu Chen can clearly feel the spiritual power fluctuations in the space, and suddenly become extremely strange and unpredictable - it seems that there is a kind of strange power fluctuations in the space, constantly devouring the spiritual power of heaven and earth!

Even Mr. Wang's expression has changed.

"Wu Chen! Use all your defensible means to resist, or you will get hurt

Even if Mr. Wang didn't remind him, how could Wu Chen not know what the situation is now?

This boy's heavenly soul hand is not as simple as the netherworld skill. There is a sign that the spirit and the mind are mixed!

That is to say, it is very difficult for any monk to use one mind and two functions at the same time to guard against both soul attack and Dharma wound.

With one hand, everything becomes irreversible——

No matter Wu Ling or Wu Chen, they are all immersed in great pain at the moment.

The soul body contacts the aura of heaven and earth, and the great power itself can make Wu Ling miserable.

As for the present Wu Chen also has to endure this kind of high-intensity attack, it is extremely difficult to resist!

At this time, Wang appeared between them in time, separated them with his own strength, and threw them out at the same time——

Wu Ling is OK, but Wu Chen is not so good.

After all, it was hard for anyone to resist such a sudden attack, so that he felt dizzy like a lack of oxygen in his brain.

"Wu Chen, please sit down and adjust your breath."

Wang Lao's eyes all cast on Wu Ling's body, looking extremely serious: "tell me, what's the matter with you?"