"We...we put a...dead hand on him..."

Huo Wu was carried by Bo Saixi, but he only looked at his own hands, his eyes dull.

"You forgot what you did so quickly?"

Bo Saixi said calmly: "If I didn't want him to deal with you by himself, I wouldn't save him."

"It turns out that it's all a conspiracy..."

Shui Bing'er suddenly wiped away her tears, raised her head and said, "Can you...please take us to find him?"

"What? Still want to kill?" Bo Saixi frowned.

Shui Bing'er shook her head: "No, no, we are being controlled. I want to tell him this."

"Are you being controlled?" Bo Saixi asked in surprise.

Huo Wu also reacted: "Yes, please take us to find him! In the final inheritance, our souls were invaded by divine thoughts. The moment we became gods, our bodies were no longer under our control."

"In other words, you have never thought of harming him?" Bo Saixi's expression softened.

When Shui Bing'er saw her old face, she couldn't help but apologize: "I'm sorry for causing you to lose your life force and become like this..."

"Now is not the time to care about this," Bo Saixi shook his head and said worriedly: "Based on what I saw, I can deduce that there are a group of gods behind who are plotting against Qin Jian..."

"You also saw the collision of divine powers just now. Qin Jian should have blocked the blood sword and may be running away now. The three of us are currently weak in strength. Finding him is just a burden. Therefore, I suggest that you recover before going.

…”

She paused and then said: "Also, those hundreds of thousands of evil soul masters just now were heading towards Wuhun City. They are Qin Jian's foundation. I have to find someone to help stop them, so I have to go back to Poseidon now."

island."

"If you have no place to recover, I suggest you go to Poseidon Island with me."

Shui Bing'er and Huo Wu were silent for a long time.

"Okay... let's go to Poseidon Island with you..."

Finally, Shui Bing'er said: "Sorry to trouble you..."

"It's nothing," Bo Saixi said calmly: "He is in a difficult situation, let's all try our best to help him..."

"I still have the last month, so..."

She smiled softly: "It's not a waste..."

Shui Bing'er and Huo Wu looked at her blankly. Looking at this old-looking woman, they could no longer say a word.

Compared to her, they who took action to harm Qin Jian were ashamed.

…

"boom!"

Qin Jian's figure fell from the sky.

It hit several tree trunks and finally rolled and fell to the ground.

"Ahem!"

He struggled to hold on to the ground, arched his body, and coughed out a few strands of blood from his mouth.

"Buzz."

The dragon horn above the head flickered gently, seemingly unable to hold on, slowly fading and disappearing.

Subconsciously, Qin Jian said in his mind: "Na'er, I still can't perfectly control your power. The power of creation and destruction are not like the power of ice and fire. Even if you put it in front of me clearly, I still...

"

The next moment, he suddenly froze.

The familiar girl's voice did not appear, and my mind was as silent as an empty heart.

Heartache was like an electric current stimulating his whole body. He couldn't help but tremble slightly, and there was an uncontrollable sadness spreading in his eyes.

"Na'er..."

The low, hoarse voice seemed to be blocked in the throat, making it suffocatingly uncomfortable.

Qin Jian supported the tree trunk, straightened his body little by little, and slowly stood up from the ground.

His strength was exhausted and he was seriously injured. Even walking was a struggle.

But you can't stay here, the smell of blood will make the forest very dangerous.

He may be able to frighten the spirit beast, but he cannot frighten the wild beast.

"Shashasha…"

He moved little by little among the woods. He was quite lucky and encountered no danger along the way.

After half an hour, it suddenly dawned on him that he had reached the edge of the forest.

"Huh?"

Suddenly an old figure walked up the mountain path.

"Young man, were you attacked by a wild animal?"

The old man was carrying a bundle of firewood, stopped and looked over with concern.

Qin Jian twitched the corners of his mouth, but still couldn't show a kind smile. He could only say in a hoarse voice: "Unlucky, I got a little injured."

"Is it far from home?"

The old man came up to support him without saying a word, and said kindly: "If it's far to go back, then go to my house to rest first, it's not far ahead."

"That would be troublesome."

Qin Jian did not refuse. He really needed to find a place to take a good rest now.

"What do you call the old man?"

Qin Jian was carried on the forest path.

Even though the old man is still carrying a bundle of firewood, he is in really good health and can still walk as fast as he can with his support.

"Everyone in the village calls me Old Jack."

The old man smiled heartily.

Qin Jian nodded: "I'm sorry, Grandpa Jack."

His thoughts suddenly paused, why did this name sound familiar...

Old Jack laughed: "Looking at you, you are not 20 years old, right? You are quite good-looking, and the clothes are from a rich family. Why do you go hunting in the mountains by yourself?"

"I wasn't injured while hunting," Qin Jian shook his head and said, "I was just passing by."

"Are you on your way?"

Old Jack immediately gave him a suitable reason: "Did you go through the forest because of something urgent? But you were unlucky and met a wild beast?"

Qin Jian could only nodded.

"Then go to our village to rest for a few days and wait for the wounds to scab before leaving," Old Jack said enthusiastically: "I am also the head of our village, so I can make arrangements for you."

Qin Jian's heart moved: "What village does Grandpa Jack live in?"

"Haha, our village is also very famous nearby."

When the village was mentioned, Old Jack's old face brightened up: "Our village is the Holy Soul Village!"

Qin Jian didn't pay attention at first, but then slowly opened his eyes: "Saint Soul Village?"

This thing just dropped and ended up in Tang San’s hometown?

No wonder the name Old Jack seems so familiar. It turns out to be Holy Soul Village.

"Have you heard the name of our village?"

Old Jack felt bright on his face: "Let me tell you, there was a big shot in our village, and he reached the level of Soul Saint!"

"Like thunder piercing the ears, like thunder piercing the ears." Qin Jian couldn't stop saying.

Old Jack laughed heartily: "Young man is really good at talking. I like you so much that you might as well live in my house. There happens to be an empty room."

Qin Jian did not refuse: "It's troublesome."

"No trouble, no trouble."

Old Jack waved his hands repeatedly.

Soon the two of them walked out of the forest and arrived at the entrance of Holy Soul Village.

Qin Jian looked at the three characters of Holy Soul Village and felt it was quite strange.

It has been many years since he came to this world, but he has never made a pilgrimage here, and he doesn't know if Blind Douluo is still there.

"Grandpa Jack, will there be anyone in your village who will come to awaken martial arts?" Qin Jian asked as he thought about it.

Old Jack nodded and said: "In the past, I had to wait for the masters of the Wuhun Palace to remember before they would do the Wuhun Awakening for a remote village like ours. But since the Wuhun Judgment Office was established, I heard that
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