Feeling the squeeze of these vines, Bai Shi noticed that these vines did not seem to seep into his soul, as if it was just that kind of squeeze. This squeeze made him instantly think of three words... Soul Mysterious Realm!

While these three words echoed, Shirashi's heart was not as quiet as before, but his fingers plucking the strings did not stop. Even though these three words echoed in his mind, Shirashi could not underestimate these skulls that were still coming in a steady stream.

"In order to improve my cultivation, I remember Master Xichen once said that when the Spirit Profound Realm wants to enter the Soul Profound Realm, the soul needs to bear a certain load. In other words, the strength of my soul must be strong enough. Although I am still in the Spirit Profound Realm at this moment, the strength of my soul can already be fought against an ordinary Soul Profound Realm cultivator... And Mr. Wan also said that in this case, there will be some improvement in cultivation. What I need now is an opportunity!"

Shiraishi pondered in his heart, and a light suddenly burst out from his eyes, as if he had seen some hope. Under the squeeze of this vine, he not only did not feel the pain, but instead thought he was feeling some baptism.

"If I use my soul to resist the squeezing of this vine, in this second level, there may be an opportunity to break through the Spiritual Profound Realm and step into the Soul Profound Realm. And when this opportunity comes, I will be tempered by these vines. Then, if I really step into the Soul Profound Realm, then my soul will definitely not be a problem to confront the soul of a Taixu period cultivator!"

As he murmured in his heart, Bai Shi's fingers plucked the strings again. With this pluck, Bai Shi's fingers seemed to have most of his cultivation. This cultivation turned into a force, gathered on the strings. When the plucking of the strings, it would activate an inexplicable law of heaven and earth and spread towards the void, causing the heads of several skeletons that suddenly came into the void to shatter together.

"And, before the Taixu Period, the strength of the soul plays a crucial role in the strength of the future cultivation! The strength of the soul means the strength of the cultivation among the same level of cultivators in the future!"

At this moment, Bai Shi suddenly shouted in a deep voice, not because he was pondering in his heart. The sound mixed with the piano sound and spread out together, and the power of the sky gathered from all directions, not only shook off several skulls, but also seemed to shook off some of the flowing clouds in the sky that had not yet had the chance to transform into skeletons.

"I want to make my soul stronger!"

Shiraishi shouted again, and a burning heat oozed out of his eyes. This burning heat made his eyes stare at these skeletons for a moment, and then suddenly closed his eyes, as if he was feeling the breath in the void. When he plucked the strings, as the sound of the piano echoed, the sound of the piano was like an invisible hand with a strong power, constantly tearing the skeletons apart. But Shiraishi knew very well that if these skeletons wanted to be completely torn apart by them, especially the transformation of many flowing clouds in the sky, this process could not be completed in one day or two, one month or two.

But he didn't notice that the moment his eyes suddenly closed, under the output of his consciousness, in this void, there were invisible breaths spreading along his body, and even under the squeeze of the vine, it seemed to warm his soul one by one, but this warm replenishment was completely covered by the squeeze of the vine.

Time flies in a flash and three months pass.

"Clan leader, five spiritual mystical cultivators appeared in the battlefield ahead, and thousands of casualties were found in my tribe."

One day three months later, a strong man rushed to the front of the patriarch, clasped his fists and bowed, and said in a deep voice. His words were filled with anxiety, and even under that anxiety, there seemed to be a hint of disappointment.

The patriarch was not wearing a black robe at this moment, but a white robe. The white robe was like a mourning suit, and even revealed the hair on his head. The hair was completely silver-white, like the white robe on his body merged together. However, when the breeze blew by, the hair on the head seemed a little messy after it fluttered in the wind. Although his hair was messy, he did not pay attention to it at this moment, but moved his eyes away from the smoke floating in the sky and looked at the strong man.

He sighed a long time, the patriarch's eyes seemed a little wet, the past glory was gone, and the kindness disappeared without a trace. There was only a trace of desolation, only a trace of sorrow left, and he said, "Did the corpses of those warriors be brought back?"

The brave man was stunned and said, "After the hard fighting between Deacon Erhai and Deacon Lu Ke and other deacons, the bodies were brought back. However, our deacons were also injured, especially Deacon Erhai."

The patriarch's body was stunned for a moment, and a trace of inexplicable uneasiness appeared in the frown of his eyebrows. The deep and almost dim eyes were even more worried at this moment, and he said, "What's wrong with him?"

"The left foot is seriously injured, it may be broken." The strong man was stunned for a moment and said.

The patriarch was shocked and walked quickly towards the wooden house of Wan Lao. Before he could reach Wan Lao's place, he saw a steady stream of wounded people heading towards Wan Lao's place. In this void, in the clan leader's rapid pace, he also heard a roar, constantly coming from the void with pain and madness.

The patriarch knew these sounds, and this sound belonged to Erhai!

When he walked to the place of Wan Lao's house, the patriarch saw Erhai's expression in great pain. In this pain, his body was lying flat on the extra wooden bed outside, bound by several strong men, as if he was struggling.

Yun Yan was bandaging his broken left foot at this moment. Her expression was plain and seemed very calm. But only she knew that in her heart, there were ups and downs like turbulent waves.

The patriarch walked up to Mr. Wan and whispered: "Old Wan, how is Erhai's injury?"

Old Wan frowned and did not look directly at the patriarch, but sighed and said, "This... depends on his luck. Whether this foot can be kept depends on his thoughts. But even if it is kept, it is impossible to get out of bed for less than a month or two."

The patriarch took a deep breath, walked away from Old Wan, and walked to the place of the wooden bed. He slowly stretched out his palm. A thick force suddenly oozed out of the palm, and the power appeared faintly white. With the emergence of this force, the patriarch touched Erhai's forehead where the beads of pain were oozing. Suddenly, the power in the palm entered Erhai's body at the center of Erhai's eyebrows, causing his body to tremble again, and there was a thunderous whirl in his mind.

But the whirlpooling sound instantly dissipated, and what replaced it was Erhai's quietness. This power was the spiritual power output by the patriarch. The infusion of this array of spiritual power temporarily controlled the pain in Erhai's body.

Erhai took a deep breath. The roar just now seemed to have never made him feel so comfortable inhaling. Looking at the patriarch, Erhai showed gratitude in his eyes. Just when he was about to speak, the patriarch said first: "During this period, you don't have to think about anything. Just rest assured to heal your wounds."

"Clan leader, but the other party has dispatched many spiritual mystery cultivators at this moment." Erhai seemed a little anxious.

The patriarch smiled indifferently. This smile had not appeared for a long time, but if you look closely, this smile seemed to be a step towards death and destruction after the passing of time.

"You can rest assured that I will arrange this."

After the patriarch finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the injured strong men and spoke, "Dear tribes, I have been wronged by you during this period. Thank you for your hard work for our tribe. However, this is our home. No matter who wants to occupy our home, we will never allow it! Even if we die, we will have to bury some people!"

The patriarch's words at this moment seemed to be determined, and even in this determination, there seemed to be a bit of sadness and anger. This wave of sadness and anger made him look at these injured and blend with the eyes of these injured, making these originally dull and unconscious eyes suddenly appear a hint of agility, and under this agility, there is a sense of firmness.

Yes, the Yunhe tribe is their home, and they will never allow anyone to come and occupy it.

"Anyone also wants to occupy our home!"

As the patriarch's words fell, after a moment of silence, a strong man dragged his tired body, walked forward, raised his right hand, and said loudly.

As his words fell, the soldiers who had lost their morale were now holding their right hands and shouting loudly.

The sound instantly spread in the void, as if it spread to the battlefield, causing Lu Ke and several other soldiers to hear the sound, as if they all turned their eyes to the sky above the Yunhe Tribe. In this sky, it seemed as if they saw illusions.

That is a familiar voice.
Chapter completed!