"Oops!"

Seeing the crazy look on Qingfeng's face, Yan Wubian's heart suddenly suddenly jumped, and a feeling of uneasiness spread out from his heart. Then Qingfeng's soul self-destructed, which made his face even pale. The majestic blue soul

In just a short moment, the power has spread rapidly in the mind space.

Such a terrifying cyan soul power burst out, causing the cold hairs all over Yan Wubian's body to stand on end immediately. A feeling of impending disaster overflowed from the depths of his soul. Facing the fear of death, Yan Wubian roared angrily,

His eyes showed a look of determination.

"Ah, stop me!"

As the words came out, the thunder-attribute and water-attribute souls in Yan Wubian's mind both "popped" and instantly turned into dots of white light and disappeared from his mind, and then, a tyrannical soul mixed with purple and blue.

Power emerged from the sky, blocking the mighty soul power caused by Qingfeng, and wrapping up the terrifying soul power that was about to wreak havoc.

"Bang bang bang...!"

The constant collision of the two soul powers caused strong vibrations in Yan Wibi's mind. The buzzing sounds made his head hazy and blank.

But then, the pain that was about to tear his head apart caused Yan Wubian's body to roll on the ground involuntarily, and he kept letting out low painful moans from his mouth. The sound became louder and louder, and in the end it was

It turned into a hoarse roar, and its face was completely distorted by the unbearable severe pain, and blood stains overflowed from the facial features.

Qingfeng's crazy counterattack before his death, and the power burst out from his soul, were indeed beyond what Yan Wubian could contend with now. In a short period of time, the powerful impact made Yan Wubian's purple-blue soul

The power is constantly weakening, and only a thin layer is left that is still supporting it unremittingly. It will be destroyed by the cyan soul power anytime and anywhere.

"well……!"

Just when Yan Wubian was about to lose his support, an ancient and vicissitudes of voice suddenly came from the depths of his mind, and a random nine-color light rolled in. In an instant, Yan Wubian was

The entire mental space is wrapped up.

"Ah..., this is..., this is the breath of the Divine Lord!"

At the moment when the nine-color light appeared, an intermittent, slightly blurred sound sounded in the mind space. This was Qingfeng's soul that had not completely dissipated after the self-destruction, and subconsciously made a sound of shock, and then

Not a single sound came out.

After the nine-color light shield shrouded the two soul powers, it soon penetrated Yan Wubian's purple and blue soul power, isolating it from Qingfeng's cyan soul power.

Immediately afterwards, the nine-color light mask that wrapped the cyan soul power slowly shrank. No matter how violently the cyan soul power washed away, it was still unable to do anything about the light mask. It was firmly trapped in it for a while.

The soul power finally slowly dissipated in the light shield.

"call……!"

The movement in his mind finally calmed down, and the severe pain also disappeared. Yan Wubian suddenly relaxed and lay flat on the ground. Rapid breathing continued to come from his mouth.

After a while, it calmed down, and its whole body was already soaked as if it had been fished out of the water.

"This time I really brought it upon myself. Fortunately, the Nine Saints Treasure Mirror showed its power again, otherwise...!"

Although the Nine Saints Treasure Mirror has eliminated the danger, Yan Wubian still has lingering fears and a look of fear when he thinks of the consequences of letting Qingfeng's soul enter his mind this time.

"Damn it, the soul power is so depleted!"

At this time, Yan Wubian's thunder-attributed and water-attributed souls reappeared in his mind. The two souls were now languid. The body that was originally like a physical body, due to the excessive consumption of soul power, was almost transparent and looming, giving people a

A feeling that seems ready to dissipate at any moment.

The soul is the foundation of a person. Once something is omitted, it will cause irreparable consequences. Many people with damaged souls either find it difficult to make progress in their cultivation, or show signs of regression in their cultivation. In more serious cases, they directly become deformed.

Becoming an idiot is simply worse than death.

Moreover, after the soul is injured, it is also the most difficult to heal, often leaving very serious consequences, making it difficult to remove the root cause of the disease, and making the living suffer from it for life. Therefore, no one will engage in a soul battle unless they have to.

Yan Wubian should also be thankful that even though his soul power was consumed so much, his soul was not damaged at all. This shows that the foundation of his soul is deep and far beyond that of ordinary people. It is truly a great blessing among misfortunes.

However, Yan Wubian doesn't know how many years it will take to recover the consumed soul power. Ten years or eight years is definitely not a long time. Even decades may not be able to recover. This shows that this

It is extremely difficult to restore soul power.

In addition to relying on the slow recovery of soul power over a long period of time, if you want to speed up its recovery, you must have the method of cultivating spiritual consciousness. Only then can you speed up recovery through practice. Of course, the best way is to take food.

Some heavenly materials and earthly treasures that can restore the soul or enhance spiritual consciousness have a short course of treatment and quick results. They may be a blessing in disguise and make one's cultivation breakthrough again.

"Fortunately, there are still lotus seeds left in the Ten Thousand Years Jade Lotus. Otherwise, I don't know how long it will take to recover. Even my strength will be greatly reduced due to the soul."

Thinking of the Ten Thousand Years Jade Lotus that he got in the Little Fairy Realm, Yan Wubian immediately felt a lot more at ease. Just when Yan Wubian wanted to get out of his mind and get the lotus seeds of the Ten Thousand Years Jade Lotus, at this moment, the ball

The shrunken nine-color light mask completely disappeared at this moment.

"Hey, what is this?"

As the nine-color light mask disappeared, Yan Wubian discovered that there were countless cyan fragments where the light mask disappeared. After being stunned, the thunder-attributed soul immediately sent out a wave of spiritual consciousness and removed a small piece of it.

Covered with blue pieces.

"Ah, memory, this is Qingfeng's memory."

After covering the cyan fragments, a scene of Qingfeng's cultivation when he was young immediately appeared in Yan Wubian's soul. As the scene continued to flow, with a "pop" sound, the cyan fragments suddenly shattered and transformed into

For a little bit of white light, it completely disappeared from Yan Wubian's mind, and the scene he saw also disappeared in an instant.

Yan Wubian was both surprised and happy at this time. He never expected that the Qingfeng after the self-destruction would not completely dissipate immediately, but would still have memories left behind. This really surprised him, and he couldn't help but think of it.

The nine-colored light emitted by the Nine Saint Treasure Mirror may have preserved these memories because of its existence.

Without any delay, Yan Wubian seemed to be reading a book. His consciousness wrapped these green fragments one by one and carefully observed them. There were too many questions in his heart that needed to be answered, and Qingfeng's Memory undoubtedly enables him to understand everything.

As Yan Wubian's speed became faster and faster, the cyan fragments in his mind gradually disappeared one by one. An hour passed quickly, and all the cyan fragments finally disappeared completely after Yan Wubian finished interpreting them.

Yan Wubian also took a long breath. Qingfeng had too many memories, which were messy and complicated. He wasted a lot of time to sort them out before sorting them out one by one.

After sorting out these memories, Yan Wubian was even more excited. Although these memories had some defects, they were still complete, and the doubts in his heart were answered one by one.

"Emissary Qingfeng, this guy is indeed one of the Nine Envoys. I didn't expect that he would die in my hands like this."
Chapter completed!