With just one blow, Zhang Ye's soul body was split open. A huge wound stretched directly from his shoulder to his waist. If it went further down, Zhang Ye's soul would be split in half.

When the wound appeared, a severe pain burst out from Zhang Ye's mind, and then spread like a surge.

That feeling is like having your Tianling Cap cut open without anesthesia, then pouring in countless needles, blades, nails, and then covering the Tianling Cap and shaking your head vigorously.

Of course, the premise of all this is that the brain can feel pain.

The brain doesn't have it, but the soul does.

At this moment, Zhang Ye was shaking with pain, and his muscles tightened instantly. The air explosion caused by the squeezing of the muscles shook everything in the room.

Then Zhang Ye's body began to tremble violently. From the perspective of Chen Xi and others, Zhang Ye's body was shaking like an earthquake, and there were even cracks all over his body, which were tears caused by excessively tight muscles.

Blood gushed out from his lacerated wounds, the nails on both hands were deeply embedded in the palms of his hands, and a crunching sound came from his mouth.

"Click!"

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound, and Zhang Ye bit his back molar forcefully.

Blood surged from his mouth, and blood flowed from the capillaries in his nose due to excessive exertion. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Ye became a bloody man.

This scene shocked Chen Xi and he quickly stepped forward.

But he was stopped by his ancestors.

"Now is a critical time. After the soul is injured, it must immediately enter the soul nourishing stage. Don't disturb it."

"Otherwise it could cause great damage to his soul."

At the same time, within the soul space, Zhang Ye's soul body was rolling around in pain.

After rolling for hundreds of times, Zhang Ye lay half in the air with a twisted look on his face.

"This also... hurts too much..."

His voice was trembling. You must know that when the extermination armor destroyed the integrity of his body, he didn't even blink, but now he was rolling around, which showed how much pain he had reached.

[It hurts, but the basic strength of your soul is not low. You can still retain consciousness after this knife, which is good.]

[Should be able to carry two more swords.] The smile on An Ye's face became more and more distorted: [It hurts so much anyway, long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain, come on.]

Zhang Ye was suddenly stunned and looked at An Ye walking towards him with a knife in horror.

"You...don't come over!!!"

In reality, Zhang Ye, who had just relaxed a lot, suddenly trembled, and then he was unable to maintain the cross-sitting posture, and fell straight to the ground, his whole body stretched as straight as a corpse.ъìＱυＧΕtＶ.℃ǒΜ

Breathing also became extremely disordered, body temperature rose sharply, blood flow speed increased, and blood oozed from all over the body.

Seeing Chen Xi and Bai felt heartbroken.

How painful is this?

But the process of soul splitting and soul nourishing could not be stopped, so Chen Xi and Bai could only watch helplessly, with pain in their hearts.

After carrying An Ye's sword twice more, Zhang Ye almost fainted.

If An Ye hadn't told him that he must keep his consciousness awake in order to consciously nourish his soul, he would have closed his eyes and passed out.

But even so, his consciousness was almost blurred, and he seemed to see a long, dark road.

Wouldn't that be the soul path?!

Damn it, am I going to die?!

Zhang Ye quickly cheered up and regained his consciousness.

[Not bad.] Seeing this, An Ye nodded, very satisfied with Zhang Ye's tenacity.

At this time, Zhang Ye's soul had a wound on his shoulder, a wound on his waist, and a wound on his thigh, each of which almost split him open.

If this were placed on a real body, he would probably break into several pieces.

But it also directly illustrates how precise An Ye's power control is.

These three swords are all stuck at the limit of Zhang Ye's endurance. They can cause huge damage to the soul without damaging the roots, and can also keep Zhang Ye awake.

【Let’s start nourishing the soul.】

"How... how to raise it?" Zhang Ye asked tremblingly.

[Didn’t the meditation method you learned teach you?] An Ye asked rhetorically.

"Um...yes..." Zhang Ye then remembered that there was nothing he could do about it. The severe pain had already disrupted his thinking. If the pain were any stronger, he might have gone insane.

So Zhang Ye began to follow the meditation method, began to recite the mantra silently over and over again, and controlled his soul to transform from the human form and return to the basic form.

The so-called basic form is a ball.

The soul has no body, and he can change the form of the soul at will.

After returning to his basic form, the wounds on his body disappeared, but the damage did not disappear.

Zhang Ye needed to constantly knead and transform his body like plasticine to spread out the injuries.

It was like mixing several colors of plasticine. He had to knead the several colors of plasticine into one color, so that the scattered injuries could heal themselves by relying on the self-repair of the soul body.

Of course, it is not enough to rely on yourself, you must also rely on two external forces.

One is mental power.

The function of mental power is to ensure that the soul will not collapse due to injury during the blending process, and it plays a protective role.

The other kind of external force comes from the real world and requires the assistance of various medicinal materials with soul-nourishing effects.

You have to rely on your ancestors for this.

Fortunately, the ancestor asked Zhang Ye to start trying directly, and he was obviously ready.

After seeing that Zhang Ye's real body had softened a lot, the ancestor nodded, waved his hand, and a bunch of medicinal herbs flew out from the depths of the Taoist temple.

These are medicinal materials that he has collected for many years. They have little effect on him now, but for Zhang Ye, they have a great effect.

The ancestor put his hands in front of him and walked slowly as if doing Tai Chi. Laws and bloody spiritual energy rippled out, wrapping the medicinal materials.

Soon, the medicinal materials were completely crushed by the bloody spiritual energy, and the medicinal power was extracted by the laws triggered by the ancestors.

"Rootless water..." A murmur seemed to explode between heaven and earth.

In an instant, large dark clouds gathered over the snow-capped Taoist temple where the sky was originally clear.

After a while, it started pouring rain.

The ancestor pointed a finger, and a stream of rainwater flew into the room, wrapped the medicine, and finally turned into a medicine ball the size of a fist.

With a wave of his palm, the medicine ball instantly atomized and filled the entire Taoist temple with the fragrance of medicine.

Just smelling the morning light made me feel a little drowsy.

This calming effect is awesome!

Before it was over, the ancestor turned his hand, and all the medicinal mist gathered again, and finally gathered within a meter around Zhang Ye, slowly rotating, and being absorbed by him as he breathed.

Zhang Ye's body, which was originally shaking due to pain, gradually calmed down, and his breathing became much more even.

Finally, he lay quietly on the ground as if he had fallen asleep.

Peaceful~

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Chapter completed!