Chapter 650: Healing Soul Wounds with the Soul Technique
"Did you just talk about the escaped slaves of the clan?"
Yang Fan lowered his head and stared at the ground, his voice cold and without any warmth.
The man in black instinctively felt a chill coming from the bottom of his heart, as if an invisible hand had pinched his heart, and his smile became forced.
"yes……"
"yes?" .??.
Yang Fan suddenly laughed.
He slowly turned his head and looked at the man in black, whose body was still half buried in the ground. A group of dense black tendons suddenly appeared on his body.
The roots were like dragon snakes, dancing around Yang Fan.
Black Buddha!
He suddenly revealed the true form of Perfect Jin Bodhisattva!
The majestic Bodhisattva's appearance exudes a faint purple color, and looks cold and enchanting under the dim moonlight.
call!
Those black tendons surged out like a tide, pulling up the man in black and lifting him in front of Yang Fan.
"You actually said yes?"
There was no emotion in Yang Fan's cold eyes, just like the ice and snow of the twelfth lunar month, cold to the bone!
"Sir, what do you mean..."
The man in black's face changed greatly, and he instinctively wanted to struggle, but found that the black tendons were tightly restraining his body, almost binding him into a rice dumpling.
"What do you mean? The escaped slave you are talking about is her?"
And Yang Fan stamped his foot violently, causing the whole mountain to shake violently.
Click click click.
Along with the sound of earth and rocks cracking, a huge crack appeared from the mountain, almost dividing the entire mountain into two sections!
And at the end of the huge crack, an unconscious woman was lying there peacefully!
If it’s not Han Qianyun, who is it?
"Han Qianyun!"
The man in black's pupils shrank suddenly.
Then, he saw Yang Fan walking into the crack and gently picking up Han Qianyun.
At this point, he still couldn't see that there must be some connection between the two people!
My heart sank heavily involuntarily. > "Damn it, how could this woman have such strong support!"
Soon, Yang Fan walked out of the ground holding Han Qianyun.
His face is not very pretty.
He had carefully examined Han Qianyun's injuries just now. The physical injuries were secondary, but the key was that her soul seemed to have suffered extremely serious trauma!
It was almost torn completely and split into two!
So much so that the entire soul is in an extremely unstable state!
This made him extremely angry!
When he raised his eyes, the violence and hostility in his eyes almost surged out like a tide.
Click click click.
Affected by his anger, invisible power fluctuations swept out, and the surrounding trees and rocks almost cracked and turned into nothingness!
That is real power to the extreme!
Almost heavenly!
Such a horrific scene completely made the man in black look pale.
"Excuse me, my lord!"
At this time, he just wanted to survive in front of the angry Yang Fan. How could he have any other thoughts?
Unfortunately, for Yang Fan, the other party has already been sentenced to death!
What happened to the True King of Martial Arts!
He hurt his woman and still wants to live? Dreaming!
Even if he is marked as a slave and asked to be his dog, he will not take it!
"ah!"
The man in black screamed, and felt the big muscles that bound his body suddenly twisting, and then he felt severe pain all over his body!
Bang bang bang.
Under the strong pull of the black tendons, the man in black was completely torn apart!
Accompanied by the sound of flesh and blood splitting, his legs, arms, body, and head were all separated, and screams resounded throughout the forest!
Man in black, die!
"Although you are dead, you can
Your body will still be my slave and maidservant!"
Yang Fan ferociously put away the opponent's body and kept it as parts for his future subordinates.
After doing this, he hugged Han Qianyun and left.
Jinbodhisattva was extremely fast and soon he was back on the same path.
However, he did not rush back to Hangzhou. Instead, he stopped as soon as he left Wuyi Mountain and settled down in a small town at the foot of the mountain.
Quiet little courtyard.
Yang Fan placed Han Qianyun in the room.
He set up a warning formation in the small courtyard, and then began to help Han Qianyun heal his injuries.
Fortunately, as a criminal officer, he directly applied for a batch of elixirs before leaving the divine capital, and soon gave Han Qianyun some healing elixirs.
However, external injuries are easy to treat, but injuries to the soul are troublesome.
"Did she inflict this tearing wound on her soul by herself in order to defeat the enemy?"
Yang Fan made a guess in his mind.
After all, he knew that Han Qianyun was a fellow practitioner of Taoism and Buddhism, but now there was only Tao power left in the other party's body. As for the originally majestic Buddha power, there was no trace at all.
"It seems that the only way to heal the injury is with fellow practitioners of the Soul."
Yang Fan's knowledge was too comprehensive, and due to his short training time, the number of Taoist teachings he mastered was actually pitifully small.
So much so that he could only think of this simplest way now.
However, this also made him aware of this shortcoming, and he decided to try to make up for it in the future.
Now that he had a plan, Yang Fan sealed the room with a Baifu knot.
Then the soul slowly walked out of the body.
The huge soul seemed to be real, and a huge phantom of Dao City appeared faintly behind him. It opened its hands and slowly embraced Han Qianyun into its arms.
The last time Han Qianyun broke through to the Heavenly Master, Yang Fan had treated her with this method.
Therefore, she immediately felt a familiar feeling while she was in a coma.
familiar embrace, familiar Soul breath.
After not seeing each other for many days, the other person's soul body grew stronger again, so much so that she felt a little bloated and uncomfortable at first, but she quickly adapted to it again.
"is it you?"
Han Qianyun resisted the urge to cry.
She wanted to open her eyes, but found that she seemed to be sinking in layers of sea water, bound by invisible forces, unable to make any movement at all.
I can only rely on instinct to respond to that familiar soul.
"Um!"
Yang Fan's eyes lit up!
The perception between souls is naturally extremely keen.
He naturally discovered the subtle movements in the other party's soul, and immediately knew that he had done the right thing.
The soul is in harmony.
Yang Fan's soul was like the vast ocean, containing endless vitality, and threads of breath penetrated domineeringly into the depths of Han Qianyun's soul.
Constantly repairing the damage to her soul.
From the outside to the inside.
From shallow to deep.
The gaps in her soul were slowly filled and replenished.
The soul that was originally one of Taoism and Buddhism gradually began to recover after gaining a huge source of power, and the other half of the soul that had been torn apart by Han Qianyun began to be reborn.
I don't know how long it took.
Han Qianyun's eyelashes finally trembled, and after several lashes, she slowly opened her eyes.
"It's really you."
Unconsciously, her tears flowed down.
She really thought she was going to die!
But she was even more afraid that she would not be able to see him again before she died!
"Don't cry!"
Yang Fan was not afraid of anything else, but when he saw a woman crying, he finally became a little confused.
He quickly wiped away her tears.
They say that women are made of water, so why don’t you just get wet together?