Chapter 461

Hearing Ye Hongtian's obscene laughter, poor Qi couldn't help shivering, and goose bumps fell all over the floor.

"Bad things? What do you want to do? Killing people and setting fire or slaughtering villages and towns? " Poor Qi slowly flies to Ye Hongtian and asks.

He is a fierce beast. Naturally, he has done a lot of bad things. According to his standards, he can be called a bad thing, that is, killing people and killing cities.

Here Ye Hongtian sees poverty and Qi, and even mentions the butcher's city. He can't help but look at poverty and wonder with disgust.

"The bad thing I said is not so bad. I just want to absorb the breath of all the statues in the Pantheon. If I can, I also want to take away the two statues made of soul stones."

"Ye Hongqi's obscene smile is really a bad thing."

As the voice of poor Qi was very small, ye Hongtian didn't hear it clearly. With that, poor Qi flew back to Ye Hongtian's head and fell down.

"I thought there was something wrong with me. I'll tell you the way to stabilize the structure of objects. You can do it yourself."

As soon as his voice fell, poor Qi's paw flicked gently, and another poor Qi with a little unreal body appeared in front of Ye Hongtian and said something in front of Ye Hongtian.

Seeing this unreal poverty, ye Hongtian pokes curiously with his finger, and then finds that his finger has passed through it.

"Little poor strange, is your strength almost recovered? Is this virtual shadow condensed by soul power?" Ye Hongtian touched the poor Qi on his head and asked.

Poor strange outstretched claw to clap to open Ye Hongtian's hand, shut eyes to say: "from recover whole strength still very early, I just recovered part of the spirit aspect strength now."

"In spirit?"

Hearing from poor Qi, he regained the power of the spirit. Ye Hongtian touched his chin and pondered. His brows were tightly knit together. Although there was a look of fear, he seemed to have thought of something terrible.

As an old monster who has lived for many years, poor Qi naturally sees what ye Hongtian is thinking about and laughs twice.

"You're still afraid of me, but don't worry. The soul imprint on the origin of the soul doesn't want to be erased."

"If you want to erase that mark, unless the person who planted it dies, then I can erase it if my soul power is stronger than you before it destroys itself."

"But there's a big price to pay for removing those demons."

When poor Qi finished speaking, ye Hongtian scratched his cheek with his hand and laughed awkwardly. He was really afraid that poor Qi would break the soul mark and kill himself.

During this period of poor Qi's speech, ye Hongtian has recorded all the imaginary shadow's words in front of him in his mind, and has experimented with the pile of crushed stones at his feet.

"Coagulate!"

A light drink, the foot of the gravel slowly suspended in the air, quickly put together.

At the beginning, it was just an irregular stone ball. It didn't take long for ye Hongtian to restore the statue which had been absorbed by him in half a quarter of an hour.

"Hoo, it's quite simple. Keep up your efforts. First, you can absorb the breath in these statues that you don't understand here. It's just a secret skill to recover the statue." Ye Hongtian, with his hands on his back, murmured as he looked at the statue he had made.

In front of another statue, ye Hongtian put his hand on the statue, and another powerful force swept out. Fortunately, ye Hongtian was on guard this time, but he just stepped back a few steps.

This time, under Ye Hongtian's careful feeling, he really felt a trace of his master's breath drilling into his body.

The reason why he didn't notice it at that time was that the silk breath was so little that people couldn't easily notice it, and that the silk breath was refined into his own breath as soon as it entered Yehong's celestial body.

After confirming that the breath has been refined by himself, ye Hongtian looks at the statue in front of him.

I saw countless cracks on the statue began to spread rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the good statue was full of cracks, and it was about to turn into gravel.

At the moment when the statue was about to be broken, a magic force squeezed these places together, and then the cracks in the statues recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It took only two minutes this time, much faster. It is estimated that all the statues in the Pantheon will be finished by noon tomorrow." Ye Hongtian patted the head of the statue and said to himself.

In this way, ye Hongtian constantly absorbed the breath of those statues in the Pantheon, and restored all the statues that had been absorbed and were about to be broken.

It didn't take long for ye Hongtian to absorb all the breath from those statues that didn't understand. The only thing left is the statues that others are understanding.

Walking slowly to the back of a statue, ye Hongtian whistled and pretended to be passing by. He reached out and gently touched the statue. Then he stabilized the statue with the secret skills taught by poor Qi.Although there were several cracks in the statue, it was repaired by Ye Hongtian in an instant. The disciples of Jianzong who were understanding were more serious and didn't notice that the statue changed in an instant.

Even if the man noticed, ye Hongtian had left behind the statue, and no one could know what happened.

According to this method, ye Hongtian absorbed most of the statues. After absorbing those statues, he felt that his breath had been sublimated, and there seemed to be something more in his head.

"This is The memory of the statue? Why do statues have memories? "

Ye Hongtian looks puzzled and stands in a corner to check the memory in his brain. These memories record what happened in the Pantheon. Most of the meaningless memories are smashed by Ye Hongtian.

"Well? This is the picture when the chieftain broke through the four realms in succession? " Ye Hongtian closed his eyes and looked surprised.

In his mind, a handsome man was sitting in front of a statue. I don't know how long later, a pale white mist suddenly came out of the statue and penetrated into the body of the Lord of Jianzong. Then the Lord of Jianzong sent out the breath of breakthrough.

In Ye Hongtian's opinion, although the sword clan leader broke through with a smile on his face, he seemed to be resisting something, which was very painful.

It was in this case that the chieftain of the sword sect broke through four realms in succession, and then he was carried out from the hall after he was in a coma for a period of time.

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