Chapter 507

Ye Hongtian, who wakes up, immediately sits up and takes a look at the spirit of Lu Fengfeng and the struggling chieftain of Jianzong, with a smile on his face.

"This matter has been solved. I really thought it would take at least a few days to solve it so quickly." Ye Hongtian lies on the ground and murmurs.

After lying in the palace for a while, the scream of the chieftain in his ear became smaller and smaller, almost as small as a mosquito in the back.

When he could not hear the voice of the chieftain at all, ye Hongtian stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his body and walked to the side of ouxuanfeng.

After a look at the sword clan leader next to him, he can see that his breath has become withered, his head tilted and his eyes can only be opened. He is very weak.

"How is he?" Ye Hongtian looks at Ou Xuanfeng and asks.

After hearing Ye Hongtian's question, the old God of Ou Xuanfeng opened his eyes and looked up and down at the chieftain.

"The spirit hasn't given up the resistance completely. Wait a little longer. Now the weakness of the body is normal."

Hearing this, ye Hongtian nodded slowly. Then he went to the sword clan leader and looked at him closely.

Because the body is too weak, the spirit can't simulate the atmosphere of the continental monsoon, and restores its original atmosphere, but it is very dispirited.

Feeling the breath that belongs to the outside world of powu, ye Hongtian does feel a little different from those who were born in powu. But I can't tell exactly what the difference is. Anyway, it's a little different.

At this time, the sword clan leader opened his eyes fiercely, his expression was very ferocious, and then a group of pale white fog came out from his eyebrows.

From the light white fog, ye Hongtian can't feel the breath of the land monsoon, which is the spirit that snatched away the land monsoon body.

"You scum, how dare you break my plan! Obviously, it's one step short. Just find the carrier! " Pale white mist turned into an angry face and roared.

This face doesn't look like a human. He has two long tusks and horns on his head, just like the devil in a fairy tale book.

Ye Hongtian walks into the spirit and looks at the face carefully. It seems that he can see a flower from it.

Seeing that ye Hongtian was not afraid of him, his face became gloomy. He opened his mouth and roared. A roar like a lion rang through the palace.

Although the roar had no lethality, it contained the power of spirit. Ye Hongtian had a pain in his head, and then a cool feeling came from his brain, which was obviously the self-protection initiated by Wen Shenlian.

Shaking his head, ye Hongtian angrily looked at the spirit in front of him and said, "well, you dare to attack with the spirit. You are really impatient to live!"

The spirit was stunned when he heard this sentence. He had seen that ye Hongtian had nothing to do with it, but he thought that his spirit didn't attack Ye Hongtian.

But when ye Hongtian said this, he immediately reacted, with a look of shock on his face.

"No way! My spirit attack, even the old man beside me can't defend so easily! You are just a virtual realm! You can't have Know The sea. "

In the middle of talking, he saw Ye Hongtian holding his hand forward. A group of pure and incomparable soul power gathered in his hand. Although it was not as strong as the soul power of the strong in Shenyuan realm, it was several times purer.

The first time I saw Ye Hongtian condensing his soul power, ou Xuanfeng, who had just resisted the attack of the spirit, also widened his eyes and looked at Ye Hongtian strangely.

"Little poor strange, how is the soul mark planted?" Ye Hongtian holds his soul in his hand and asks for no reason.

As soon as the words fell, poor Qi appeared on the top of Ye Hongtian's head. He lay on his head and opened one eye to see the spirit in front of him.

"Don't wake me up for such a trifle. You're making so fast progress, I'll take the time to improve my strength." Poor strange patted the head of afraid Ye Hongtian with small claw to complain a way.

"The soul mark is planted on the spirit. What I said to you before is actually the origin of the soul. It's just that the martial arts below the spirit level have no ability to condense the spirit. That's why it's called the origin of the soul."

"You should still remember how I pulled your soul power before. Just plant a soul mark on the spirit according to my previous feeling. If I can't do it once, I can't do it twice. Anyway, it's not bad for you. At most, it's just his pain."

With that, qiongqi flapped his wings and flew to Ye Hongtian's shoulder, looking up and down at the spirit in front of the group, with an interesting look on his face.

"Oh, it seems that you are still a demon, but a lower demon." Poor strange licked lip to say.

Ye Hongtian saw this action of poor Qi, flicked his head with his finger and said, "Hey, Hello, you can't think of eating him. He's still useful."

By Ye Hongtian's warning, poor Qi's face showed a pity look, closed his eyes and lay on Ye Hongtian's shoulder, and did not hide in the dark again.Seeing that poor Qi didn't have any bad ideas any more, ye Hongtian was relieved. If poor Qi insisted on swallowing the spirit, he really had no way. At most, he would make him suffer with his soul mark.

Looking at the spirit in front of him again, ye Hongtian is surprised to find that the spirit is shaking. Although the range is very small, it can be seen by the eyesight of their martial artists.

"How can it be? How can it be? Why is poor Qi here, and he has become a pet of xuyuanjing? It's impossible! It must be a fake poverty. "

A small voice came from the spirit. After hearing this, ye Hongtian raised his mouth and recalled the feeling of poor Qi pulling his own soul power to plant the soul mark. He compressed the soul power in his hand and added a little bit of his own soul power.

The original fist sized soul power was finally compressed by Ye Hongtian into the size of a ping-pong ball. In this group of soul power, there is golden light, which is the source of Ye Hongtian's soul power.

"The origin of golden soul power?" Poor Qi suddenly suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Ye Hongtian's soul power. He was surprised. " _it_turns_out_that_your_soul_power_is_heterogeneous_ . _when_i_drew_the_mark_on_my_soul_before_ , _i_didn_ '_t_pay_attention_to_it_ . _you_are_really_loved_by_god_ . _you_have_this_abnormal_soul_power_ . "_

Ye Hongtian doubts "Oh", he does not know his own soul power or alien soul power, also do not know what kind of abnormal soul power.

Ye Hongtian didn't ask poor Qi about the alien soul power because he was engraving the soul mark. He concentrated his attention and recalled the feeling of imprinting the soul of poor Qi while pressing the soul power in his hand into the spirit in front of him.

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