Lin Hai had murderous intent blooming in his eyes at this moment, looking at the Styx Cult Ancestor with an angry look on his face.
You said you wanted a wood-obsidian jade, but my brother has it!
You said you wanted soul-condensing beads, and my brother got them too!
Now, are you telling me that your soul power is not enough to resurrect Xian'er?
Are you kidding me?
His face darkened, and endless murderous intent surged out, surrounding the Styx Cult Ancestor.
Lin Hai's tone was cold and he gritted his teeth.
"In that case, you can start enjoying the fun of soul cutting!"
Buzz!
After saying that, Lin Hai's Great Soul Technique was activated instantly, and the endless soul power instantly fell on the soul of the Stygian Ancestor.
"ah!!!"
The Patriarch of the Styx Church instantly let out a miserable howl.
That violent soul power was like a sharp knife, cutting through the soul of the Stygian Patriarch inch by inch.
That kind of pain in the soul is countless times more painful than cutting off the body.
Even a quasi-saint-level powerful person like the Patriarch of the Styx Church shuddered instantly, shivering in pain, and was worse than dead!
"Stop, stop quickly!"
The soul of the Patriarch of the Styx kept twitching, wailing in pain towards Lin Hai.
In just a blink of an eye, he was already dying, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.
The whole person was lying on the ground, twitching constantly, and his eyes were filled with deep fear.
However, Lin Hai's eyes were cold, with only sadness and coldness in his eyes.
"If you can't save Lin'er for a day, you won't be able to get rid of this pain for a day!"
"I'll save you, I'll save you now!" the Styx Sect Ancestor shouted feebly.
If he really tried the soul-cutting pain again, he was really afraid that he wouldn't be able to bear it and would collapse.
"Okay, then you save me now!"
Buzz!
With a thought, Lin Hai sent the Soul Condensing Pearl directly into his sea of consciousness.
At the same time, the wooden obsidian crystal jade spiraled up and entered the sea of consciousness, floating in front of the Styx Cult Ancestor.
The Patriarch of Styx had a bitter look on his face, enduring the severe pain and trying to stand up.
puff!
Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the Patriarch of Styx fell down directly, feeling extremely painful.
Just now, the soul cutting performed by Lin Hai with the Great Soul Technique made the already fragile soul of the ancestor of the Styx Sect even more fragile.
At this moment, let alone resurrecting Xian'er, he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
"I need to restore my soul power." The Styx Cultist said weakly with a pale face.
Lin Hai frowned, "How long will it take?"
"Three to five years will be enough."
puff!
Three to five years?
Forest
Hai Ke couldn't wait any longer. He now wished that Xian'er would appear in front of him immediately.
With a slight frown on his brows, Lin Hai glanced at the Styx Cult Ancestor, and then suddenly took action, placing his palm on the Styx Cult Ancestor's head.
The face of the Styx Cult Patriarch changed, and he said with fear on his face.
"Do not kill me……"
Before he finished speaking, the Styx Cult Ancestor was suddenly startled, and then his eyes suddenly showed an extremely fanatical look, extremely excited.
Then, the soul, which was still extremely weak and almost dissipated, began to condense at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The pain that almost caused him to collapse was also rapidly diminishing.
"He's repairing my soul?"
It’s still unclear where the Styx Cult Ancestor is, but Lin Hai is repairing his damaged soul.
But precisely because he knew this, the Styx Cult Patriarch's heart surged with huge waves, his eyes were horrified, and he could no longer calm down.
He was born in the prehistoric period and has a quasi-sage cultivation. No one knows how powerful his soul is better than himself.
Although it is just a trace of his separated soul now and is about to dissipate, the skinny camel is bigger than a horse, but not everyone can touch it.
As long as your cultivation level does not reach the quasi-saint level, you will immediately suffer backlash.
But this Lin Hai, instead of being repelled, is actually repairing his own soul. This is simply impossible.
The only possible explanation is that Lin Hai practiced the Great Soul Technique, one of the three thousand avenues.
However, the Great Soul Technique is extremely mysterious and extremely difficult to comprehend among the three thousand avenues.
After his soul was trapped in a waterfall, he tried to master the Great Soul Technique in order to escape.
However, after tens of thousands of years, there is still no realization.
You must know that his ancestor of the Styx Sect was born in the ancient times and had a special understanding of heaven and earth. Even so, he was unable to comprehend the Great Soul Technique, which shows how difficult it is.
Could it be said that the young man in front of him understood the great soul technique that even he couldn't understand?
"What you cast is the Great Soul Technique?"
The Styx Cultist suppressed the shock in his heart and asked Lin Hai nervously.
"Yes, I used the Great Soul Technique to help your soul recover, and now you can save people!"
After Lin Hai finished speaking, his palm left the head of the Styx Cult Patriarch and said lightly.
It’s really a great soul technique!
The Patriarch of Styx's head buzzed, as if he had been struck by lightning, and he was dumbfounded on the spot.
Then, a deep excitement surged up, making Ancestor Styx tremble violently uncontrollably.
The Great Soul Technique, it turned out to be the Great Soul Technique that he had dreamed of.
Suddenly, Styx Cult Ancestor's eyes were filled with fanatical light, and he said extremely excitedly towards Lin Hai.
"Your name is Lin Hai, right?"
"Can I ask you something?"
Lin Hai frowned, "What's the matter?"
"My soul is trapped in the waterfall, and only the Great Soul Technique can save me."
"As long as you can save me from trouble, I will never forget your great kindness!"
"Oh?" Lin Hai raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that the Great Soul Technique could save the Styx Cult Patriarch from trouble?
If that's the case, rescuing him would be a super helper as long as he can be used by himself.
"Rescue Xian'er first and then talk about it."
Lin Hai said calmly.
To say a thousand words and ten thousand things must be done with the premise of saving Xian'er.
If Xian'er cannot be saved, no matter how powerful the Styx Sect Ancestor is, Lin Hai will never let him go and will make him live in endless pain.
"good."
After soul repair, the Patriarch of the Styx Church had recovered a lot and jumped up with all his strength.
Then, with a wave of his arm, the Mu Yao Crystal Jade and Soul Concentrating Pearl appeared in his hand.
"Please also take out the magic weapon and collect the remaining soul!"
With a thought from Lin Hai, the demon refining pot entered the sea of consciousness and floated in front of the Styx Cult Ancestor.
"What a magic weapon!" When the Styx Sect Ancestor saw the Demon Refining Pot, his eyes immediately lit up and he praised.
Lin Hai rolled his eyes, nonsense, can the top ten ancient artifacts be bad?
"Hurry up and resurrect Xian'er!"
Lin Hai shouted loudly, and the oppressive power of the Great Soul Technique almost made the Stygian Sect Patriarch fall to the ground and hurriedly said with a look of fear.
"This is the resurrection, this is the resurrection!"
Buzz!
The Styx Cult Ancestor's eyes focused, and the soul-condensing bead suddenly flew up, flashing with light, and spinning rapidly around the demon refining pot.
Lin Hai's breath suddenly stagnated, and he stared at the Soul Condensing Pearl extremely nervously, not daring to breathe out.
"what is that?"
Suddenly, Lin Hai's pupils shrank, and he saw thin streams of white silk energy being released from the Demon Refining Pot and being sucked into the Soul Condensing Bead.
If Lin Haitian's eyes were not open, it would be almost impossible to detect it.
As the Soul Condensing Bead rotates faster and faster, more and more of the white silk air is sucked in, like a white mist, floating on the surface of the Soul Condensing Bead.
"Hmm? Not moving anymore?"
Suddenly, Lin Hai was stunned and found that the soul condensing beads had stopped rotating, and the white silk energy was no longer released from the demon refining pot.
Just when he was confused about the reason, he saw the Styx Cult Ancestor shouting loudly.
"disease!"
Buzz!
The next moment, the wooden obsidian jade suddenly flew up, and the cyan light landed on the soul-condensing bead with powerful vitality.
The soul-condensing bead suddenly glowed brightly, and the white silk energy inside suddenly twisted.
"Xian'er!"
Suddenly, Lin Hai exclaimed and burst into tears with excitement!