Three hundred and ninetieth chapters pit father's son
"What the hell?"
The corner of Yuan Chen's mouth twitched. He seemed to have heard something extraordinary. This might involve the relationship between the Lord of Hell and Emperor Netherworld.
A hidden secret.
In addition to talking in his sleep, Di Youming also said some words, but those words turned into meaningless monster sounds.
Through the treatment of Wanlingyuan Method, Yuan Chen gradually took control of his body, and his soul also recovered a lot.
However, he had forgotten everything he had encountered in the previous love tribulation, and had no memory at all, as if it had been deliberately erased.
With some strength in his body, he threw Di Youming, who he had touched before, without any hesitation.
The body of Emperor Netherworld is too heavy. Although it is only a small one, it weighs at least ten thousand kilograms.
If it weren't for his special body at this moment, Yuan Chen might have been crushed to death.
What a heavy hug!
Di Youming hit the ground next to Yuan Chen with a ball, and then there was a roar, the whole earth trembled, and then an astonishing scene appeared!
The ground was smashed through, and Yuan Chen fell directly from the ground.
Yuan Chen was already seriously injured, but this time he fell even harder and fainted.
After a long time, Yuan Chen woke up again. After opening his eyes, he saw a white-haired old man floating in the air, looking at him with a smile.
"Are you a selfless and dedicated grandfather?" Yuan Chen blurted out, which was completely influenced by Wang Xiaoyu's memory.
The white-haired old man: "???"
"My little friend, you may have misunderstood. The old man is not a ghost."
Yuan Chen: “???”
He was not from Earth and did not know such a joke, but he had the memory of Wang Xiaoyu and answered naturally: "Then the old man is a sweeping monk?"
The old sweeping monk: “???”
"My friend, I am the president of Luoshan University. You don't look like a student in my university."
At this time, Ling opened his mouth and explained: "Master, in order to prevent being discovered by Heaven, I have completely simulated the appearance and breath of Master Wang Xiaoyu."
Yuan Chen patted the dirt on his body, then stood up with difficulty, and said slowly: "Why is a principal wandering underground in the form of a ghost?"
Although Yuan Chen looked embarrassed, he was calm and collected.
"Besides, you are a bit too old, haven't you retired yet at your age?"
Yuan Chen asked his own question, but this question was also asked to the white-haired grandfather.
"My little friend, everyone has their own secret, I hope you can keep it secret."
"Of course, but what is hidden behind you?"
"My little friend, if you know too much, you will die."
"Damn old man, are you threatening me?"
Bad old man: "???"
Ling said directly: "Master, behind this little old man is a dragon spring, which is the location of the dragon's eyes."
Yuan Chen was shocked, and his eyes suddenly emitted a shocking green light.
Regarding Longquan, Yuan Chen couldn't understand it better.
In his previous life, as the master of the Zhuxian Sword, Yuan Chen relied more on the Zhuxian Sword than on himself. His soul was strong but his body was weak.
However, this fatal flaw became his fatal flaw during the battle in Tianhuangya.
The Zhuxian Sword was restrained, and Yuan Chen physically withstood Emperor Luo Shen's sneak attack.
And if in the previous life, Yuan Chen had been baptized by Longquan, his physical body would have been completely perfect. By then, it would have been difficult for him to die even if he wanted to!
What made Yuan Chen's eyes shine was not the first benefit of Longquan, but another benefit.
That is the tempering of the soul. It is said that as long as it is tempered, the soul will completely transform, abandon all the flaws in the past, and even be able to take another step forward.
The old man was so disgusted by Yuan Chen that he twisted and rolled unnaturally in mid-air.
This old man probably survived by relying on Longquan.
Longquan is really rare, because not every dragon vein will have longan.
One of the ten thousand dragon veins may have a dragon eye, and only one million dragon eyes will produce a dragon spring.
Not to mention being unique, this kind of dragon spring has become extinct in the continent where it originated.
"I didn't expect it to be here. Old man, you are a human being and a ghost. Do you want to live again?"
In Longquan, even if the source dust is a creation of the void, it is not impossible.
Don't think that he didn't bring anything with him when he went to see Nuwa.
Although many things have been taken back, there is still a nine-color scale on the neck of his soul. This thing was given to him by Empress Nuwa, and he has also studied its power.
"Can you bring me back to life?"
The old man was so excited that he almost shed tears, but then his expression changed and he said with some uncertainty: "My little friend, don't be kidding me. Resurrection from the dead is not a child's play. Have you ever tried it?"
Yuan Chen had a strange look on his face. He had really tried to do something like resurrection.
"You can only believe me. The worst outcome is that it remains like this. What are you afraid of?"
It seems that he was persuaded by Yuan Chen, and he also wanted to give it a try. After all, he was still struggling to survive here.
After agreeing, Yuan Chen directly threw Di Youming into the Longquan, and then jumped in himself.
The whole body was immersed in Longquan, and Yuan Chen's comfortable soul was trembling. At this time, the voice of the spirit sounded: "Master, that old man has now become the guardian spirit of Longquan. Even if you resurrect him, he will not be able to leave Longquan."
Far distance."
Yuan Chen smiled and said: "It's good to be able to move around on this mountain. I'm afraid he himself is exhausted."
"Little friend, when will you help me regain my physical body?"
"I'll take a nap first, and I'll help you when I wake up."
"Ling, help me watch this old man and don't let him attack little Youyou."
"Yes, my lord."
This sleep lasts a day and a night.
The so-called red flame seal has been completely lifted by Yuan Chen, and his temper can be controlled by himself, but Yuan Chen has an extra desire.
A desire to devour other people's souls.
Of course, this kind of devouring does not mean swallowing all souls. He seems to only swallow powerful souls.
At least he didn't feel anything about the old man, but when he faced Ling, the Heart of the Immortal Sword, and Emperor Netherworld, that feeling of devouring would be activated.
But it's not strong.
What is that strange thing!?
Yuan Chen only felt unlucky, but he never realized that since that time, his destiny had undergone earth-shaking changes.
After stretching, Yuan Chen popped his head out of the water.
Ling reported: "Master, the old man is very obedient and did not offend little Youyou."
Yuan Chen nodded and said: "How is little Youyou doing now? When will she wake up?"
"Xiao Youyou abandoned his Taoism and has now returned to his original state. His vitality is sufficient. His soul fluctuations are strong and increasing instead of decreasing. He has broken through to a new level."
"In short, Xiao Youyou has actually woken up a long time ago, and he has been pretending to sleep."
The corners of Yuan Chen's mouth twitched. He was previously worried that if Di Youming gave up his Taoism, his lifespan would be shortened due to his age, but now look, this guy is a blessing in disguise and has a second life!
Yuan Chen raised his foot and kicked Di Youming out of Longquan, and jumped out himself.
"Stop pretending, fly over by yourself when you wake up." Yuan Chen looked at Di Youming rolling around and felt quite relieved.
Before, Yuan Chen had been living under the pressure of the other party, but now he is better and can finally turn over.
As a result, Di Youming remained motionless, and Yuan Chen shook his head helplessly, thinking that he might have woken up because he was kicked out of shame.
"My little friend, can you help me reshape my body now?"
Yuan Chen nodded and said: "Okay."
Then he came to Longquan, squatted down and played with the soil beside Longquan.
Then he started pinching people.
"Are you making a clay figurine!?" The old man didn't laugh, he just stared with a look of disbelief.
Make clay figures and create life.
Isn’t this the legendary magical power of Nuwa?
"You seem to be just surprised? Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
If someone told him that he could create a human being by making a clay figurine, he might not believe it.
But at this time, he was trying it himself.
"In myths and legends, Nuwa created humans. I heard such stories when I was a child, but I never thought that such a thing could be true."
"I'm already like this, what else can't I believe?"
Yuan Chen nodded, he approved the answer.
"Ling, is this guy okay?"
"Master, there is nothing wrong with him."
When Yuan Chen was distracted, the clay figurine in his hand broke into two pieces.
"This..." The old man felt horrified. Just a moment ago, he was amazed by the craftsmanship of this clay figurine. However, the next moment, the clay figurine was broken into two pieces. In that moment, he felt as if his soul had been torn in half.
Heartache!
Yuan Chen smiled slightly and said: "I just pinched the wrong age, please wait a moment."
Yuan Chen threw away the first clay figurine with a boy's face and started to pinch the clay figurine with an old man's face.
The clay figurine with the boy's face is very similar to the old man, while the clay figurine with the old man's face is exactly the same as the old man.
The old man stared at the first clay figurine and hesitated to speak. Who doesn't want to go back to his boyhood?
But the first clay figurine has been cut in half, and his teenage dream is still a dream after all.
After a while, Yuan Chen kneaded it.
Immediately, nine colors of color struck the old man's clay figurine from Yuan Chen's neck.
The clay figurine immediately began to change. At this time, Yuan Chen reached out to grab it. The old man had no ability to resist, and was directly grabbed by Yuan Chen and stuffed into the clay figurine.
At this time, the old man realized that this young man was too powerful and he could not compete with him at all.
If the opponent wanted to seize Longquan, he would not be able to fight against it, and the opponent could even kill him easily.
Under the dual influence of Jiucai and the old man's soul, the clay figurine began to transform from a hand-made figure into a living person.
Within a moment, a white-haired old man wearing ancient robes walked out of the nine-colored light.
"Congratulations, you came back to life."
Yuan Chen turned around and was about to leave. At this moment, a voice sounded from not far away: "Old man, it was my fault for killing you back then, but I am your son after all. Now that the world is in chaos again, you have to protect me."
Oh, look, what I brought you, your favorite wine and food."