"If it works out, let it go. If it doesn't, don't blame yourself too much, Holy Envoy." Long Kuang, who stayed at the end, patted the Holy Envoy on the shoulder and turned around.
"There are still nine years, I can afford to wait." The Holy Envoy's helpless gaze stared at Shi Yu who was immersed in the bottom of the pool for a moment, and gradually became confused. He sighed and sat aside.
Shi Yu was like a stone sculpture sinking to the bottom of the pool, letting the gentle undercurrent wash over him. The pool water seeped into his body from every pore in his body and slowly flowed towards the sea of souls.
The soul-washing needle quietly biting Shiyu's soul swayed slightly as the water flowed in the pool, like a wanderer's joy of returning home. The crystal brilliance was even more dazzling, and the transparent soul had a slightly frowning expression, as if
Some pain.
Not only was Shi Yu's body severely injured at that time, but his soul was also crisp and cracked. The ferocious cracks clung to the surface of the soul and cut deeply inward. At the moment of self-destruction, the real immortals were only frightened, but Shi Yu
, you are inviting serious injury to yourself.
Although his soaring body and soul recovered, he had suffered a devastating blow. His body and soul were pierced through the sea, and his soul and meridians were cracked. It was incredible that he could hold on for a moment.
The Holy Envoy's guess was correct. Shi Yu's soul was indeed seriously damaged and he did need a large amount of spiritual materials and precious medicines to heal and recover.
But he can ask for endlessly, causing countless treasures to disappear, not because of Shi Yu's great potential, how difficult it is to recover, and not because of his past glory, but because the world soul in Shi Yu's soul is frantically plundering everything.
.If it were just Shi Yu's own soul, the treasures of the Holy Envoy would be more than enough.
On that day, Shi Yu frantically wanted to urge the world souls to self-destruct together, and the world souls naturally obeyed his orders. But the world souls were not comparable to Shi Yu's little soul, and even the great immortal soul formation that the Daxu Immortal Masters were proud of was not comparable.
It must be stronger than it.
If it is really triggered by Shi Yu and explodes, not only the small secret realm will collapse, but most of the entire Great Void Immortal Realm will be destroyed.
The master of the world soul is Shi Yu. If Shi Yu wants it to explode, it will burst. If Shi Yu wants him to calm down, it will calm down. But Shi Yu has no way to completely recover the similarly injured world soul. There are dense cracks.
It has covered the entire world soul.
The world soul is a treasure created by half of the souls of the two world masters. Although it has no spirituality, it has the instinct of self-healing.
All the treasures of the true immortals in Daxu, without exception, were snatched away by the spirit of the world when they were replenishing Shiyu. This is really a bottomless pit!
Even if all the spiritual materials were exhausted, the world soul could only heal a small part of the cracks. With such a massive amount of supplements, even if Shi Yu accidentally missed it, the soul could be fully restored, and it had grown by 20% under the stimulation of the Forged Divine Pillar.
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When Yu Gang was thrown into the soul-washing pool, the two people who had sensed the self-destruction of the world soul felt something again. This feeling was not the joy of the world soul absorbing the essence of the pool water and recovering, but a sudden and deep surprise.
"Strange, where did this kid go? Why are the world souls in danger one after another? Hehe, there is a good show to watch. Bitch! Those who harm others will eventually harm themselves! Haha, hahaha! Losing half of the soul is nothing, I will take it anyway
Don’t come back! Half of your soul will definitely be damaged this time, hahaha! It’s so happy, so happy!” The monster-like guy first whispered to himself, then beat his chest and laughed wildly.
The woman seemed a little uneasy. She kept looking up and thinking, "The soul is transformed...who is this? It should be fine."
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..." She murmured, turned around and wanted to walk back. She seemed to feel that it was too far away to arrive in time, so she finally endured it and sat down cross-legged on the spot. Circles of space ripples came out of her, darkly.
It senses the boundless world on the other side.
Why didn't Shi Yu notice the stimulation of the Forged Divine Pillar? Because he sat in the endless stretch of disconnected threads and started to continue.
He didn't seem to know that he had left here before, nor that he had not been here for a long time. He just picked up the pieces familiarly and connected them together carefully and tirelessly.
Shi Yu, who was alone here, had no idea what was happening to his body, what he had experienced, and how could he feel the severe pain caused by the Forging Divine Pillar.
In the past, Shi Yu only thought that this was a dream, and would wake up independently if there was a slight disturbance. But at this moment, Shi Yu, under the dilemma of being imprisoned by the soul-washing needle and the divine pillar to activate his potential, instinctively escaped to
Here, perhaps this is the only place and the only thing that Shi Yu cannot forget.
Everything that was boring and long-lasting also changed the moment he immersed in the soul-washing pool. The busy Shi Yu suddenly felt that his body was cold, as if someone had cast a cold gaze on him. He stood up in a panic, and Shi Yu
Yu looked in all directions and saw an empty, dark void, but he was still alone.
"Strange, why is it so cold all of a sudden?" Shi Yu shivered, stopped what he was doing, stamped his feet like a weaver on a cold night, rubbed his hands, and put his palms together near his mouth and let out a breath of hot air, trying to keep warm.
Hold your own body.
However, this was completely useless. The increasingly severe cold made Shi Yu's hands and feet become stiffer and stiffer, and his simple thoughts became slower and slower. It seemed that even this place was no longer a safe harbor, and someone was trying to freeze him alive.
Die in the void of endless ruins.
If Shi Yu was awake, he would definitely be able to feel the world soul in his soul's chest trembling slightly. He tried his best to restrain his strength and wanted to turn into an ordinary stone, as if he was afraid of inexplicable fear.
The water in the soul-washing pool went back and forth, seeping in and out of Shi Yu's body repeatedly. Not only Shi Yu's soul, but also his body seemed to be broken into dust and scrubbed clean.
Except for the moment when he first entered the soul-washing pool, no power was injected into Shiyu's body, and no damage was recovered. Only the soul-washing needle inserted into the soul became brighter and stronger.
At the end of the ten years, the Holy Envoy sat by the soul-washing pool with his head bowed, motionless, and a man quietly walked behind him.
"Isn't it still possible?" the man asked, patting the Holy Messenger on the shoulder.
The holy envoy seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He rubbed his face vigorously, shook his head, sighed and stood up by the soul-washing pool. His turbid eyes were full of confusion and disappointment, and he also had the relief to extinguish the last thread of delusion.
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"Oh, no, it seems that only Immortal Master Daxu can gain something in the Soul Washing Pond. I thought too simply." The Holy Envoy turned his back to the visitor and sighed.
"Then there's nothing we can do. Let's end it like this. Some things can't be accomplished even if you want to. Don't make yourself too tired." The man was equally disappointed.
"Long Zhenxian, thank you! Without your strong support, we wouldn't be able to reach this step today." The Holy Envoy turned around and looked at the visitor with a smile, but the man's eyes were focused on the person who was still sinking at the bottom of the pool.
On the sleeping Shi Yu
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"Everyone has their own needs. Moreover, it was you who allowed me to enter the soul-washing pool against all the odds, and that's why I, Long Zhenxian, appeared. You are my benefactor." Long Zhenxian withdrew his gaze from Shi Yu.
, bowed deeply towards the Holy Messenger.
"Let's go. This is the end of the matter. If you get scolded at most, don't stand up for me." The Holy Envoy walked back, bypassed Long Zhenxian, and entered the main hall without looking back.
"What a pity, what a pity!" Long Zhenxian looked at Shi Yu for a moment, shook his head and left.
When Long Zhenxian stepped into the main hall, he shivered due to the cold atmosphere in the hall.
The true immortals sat in their seats, and cast their cold gazes on the Holy Envoy. The Holy Envoy lowered his head, leaned on the back of his chair and fell into a silent sleep to avoid this unspeakable embarrassment.
No one glanced at Long Zhenxian who walked into the hall. They were still suppressing their anger at what the Holy Envoy had just said.
Ten years have been wasted in vain. Not only did he not see the miracles that the Holy Envoy boasted, but he also lost all his wealth. How could this outpouring of anger be extinguished?
Long Zhenxian quietly walked back to his seat, sat down gently, looked around at the angry Zhenxian You Zi, did not dare to speak, and began to close his eyes and fall asleep like a holy envoy.
"Forget it! Forget it! Just think that after ten years of cultivation, you have been eating and drinking and making no progress! Holy envoy, don't have any more whims and delusions, and quickly settle this matter!" There are still impatient true immortals who can't bear it.
This weird atmosphere jumped out to smooth things over.
The real immortals turned their heads slowly like puppets and cast their cold eyes on him. He was startled and quickly looked at the Holy Envoy, thinking that it would be too unethical for you to pretend to be dead now.
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The Holy Envoy coughed lightly, then drew everyone's attention back to himself, and said slowly: "I was too aggressive in this matter, which caused heavy losses to everyone. I will give you an explanation. Since the demon can't
If you want to make an inch forward, just go directly to the Immortal Soul Formation, I won’t go, my share will be divided equally among everyone, okay?”
As soon as these words came out, everyone was moved. Although the loss was huge, it was nothing compared to the soul of the Holy Immortal. Even the old woman from the Juxian Palace with the ugliest face had some of the tight lines on her face.
"How could this happen!" Long Zhenxian stopped pretending to be dead and immediately jumped out to object, "Although you are the cause of the matter, everyone has agreed to it. Even if you are responsible, you are not the only one to bear it. As long as there is one
If I were not greedy and spoke out against it, I would not be like this today!"
Everyone knew that Long Zhenxian and the Holy Envoy wore the same pair of trousers, but no one could find fault with what he said. The Holy Envoy was just a person who gave ideas. He had consulted all the True Immortals whether he could do it or not.
It is really inappropriate to put all the responsibility on one person only when someone objects to it.
The holy envoy took full responsibility and voluntarily asked to withdraw from the Immortal Soul Feast, which was in line with the wishes of some people. Some people were already thinking about how many benefits they could get without the holy envoy. They suddenly heard these unfunny words in a secret mood, and suddenly became angry.
stand up.
"Then Long Zhenxian means that this matter is over? Don't forget, when everyone disagreed, it was you who jumped out and said that we are all frogs in the well and want to go out. If you want to bewitch, you must
There is a share! You should quit with the Holy Envoy!" Someone shouted angrily.
"You!" Long Zhenxian's mouth was clumsy, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak. He pointed his trembling fingers at the man.
