Text_Chapter 1627: The Imprint of the Witch God Palace
"Bang, bang, bang."
Ye Xingchen only felt the soul sea shake, and the overwhelming aura of destruction enveloped him, as if there were thousands or hundreds of steel knives picking at his bones and cutting his flesh. It felt like his soul was being torn apart.
, it instantly spread to the whole body...
The entire soul sea shook.
"Haha... Wu Ling'er, and that little beast of yours, please die for me!"
The hoarse voice of the Nantian Demon Emperor came out from the 'Liu Li Zhan'.
"Huhuhu."
Ye Xingchen's soul was also affected, as if he had a concussion in his previous life. Not only was everything in front of him in a trance, but his whole person felt sick and wanted to vomit. Through the lamp flame on the glass lamp, he could see inside
The Nantian Demon Emperor has turned into a large ball of dazzling golden light.
It is possible at any time to be swept out from the ‘lamp flame’.
"Wu...Wu Ling'er."
She was the first to be affected. Seeing Wu Ling'er's figure disappearing in his soul sea, Ye Xingchen's heart also thumped. Although he didn't know clearly, Nantian Demon Emperor's self-destruction
What's going on, but I also understand that if we continue to let it go, not only Wu Ling'er, but also him and the little bone beast will probably die without a burial place.
The Nantian Demon Emperor's laughter became more and more harsh.
The flame of the lamp on the glass lamp flickered brightly and dimly.
"Boy, stop it quickly..." the little white-bone beast said with a changed expression.
"Prevent?"
Ye Xingchen smiled bitterly. The runes for refining the Witch God Palace had almost completely drained his star sea. What's more, the bronze glazed lamp had lived in his since he came to this world.
In the soul sea, he has never been under his control. On the contrary, Nantian Demon Emperor, who almost became the spirit of the glazed lamp, became even more comfortable in controlling the glazed lamp.
The aura of destruction on the glass cup was getting heavier and heavier, making him feel like he couldn't breathe. Although the little white-bone beast beside him knew a lot of things, he couldn't do anything about the bronze glass cup, a heavenly treasure.
I could only watch it helplessly as it flew towards me and Ye Xingchen.
A hint of fear flashed through those empty eyes.
"Nantian bastard, you are going to die. You are still restless. You want to drag me to support you. Don't think about it. I will fight with you today..." Ye Xingchen gritted his teeth and roared, only to hear "Bang"
' With a muffled sound, the remaining star power in the sea of stars swept out.
In an instant, it rushed into the bronze glazed lamp, and the lamp flame became brighter again, forcibly trapping the golden light erupted by the Nantian Demon Emperor in the lamp flame.
"Bang……"
Unfortunately, this situation only lasted for a moment before the lamp flame shattered and the overwhelming golden flame swept out like a mountain torrent or a tsunami.
Submerged the entire soul sea.
"..."
I don’t know how long it took before Ye Xingchen woke up in a daze. When he saw the wandering tracks in the ‘Sea of Souls’, he was stunned, and then he said in a trance: “I... I’m not dead yet?”
"Nonsense, if you really want to die, go out and wipe your own neck." The tired voice of the little white-bone beast rang in his ears.
"Little thing, you..."
Hearing the voice of the little bone beast, Ye Xingchen's face also burst into ecstasy. When he turned his head and saw the current appearance of the little bone beast, he swallowed all the surprising words that followed.
The little white-bone beast now looks as miserable as possible.
The skeletal body was more than half broken, and the empty eye sockets were even more sluggish. Now it looked like a pair of withered bones that had been dead for millions of years, lying there.
"Little thing, what's going on?" Ye Xingchen raised his head, looked at the pitted scene in the soul sea, frowned, and said with a bitter smile.
"No need to ask..." The little white-bone beast curled his lips and said angrily: "That bastard Nantian Old Turtle has exposed himself. The remnant soul of an emperor-level beast is really powerful when he self-destructs."
Thinking of the previous scene, the little bone beast couldn't help but curse.
To this day, I still have some lingering fears.
"I know it self-destructed." Ye Xingchen exhaled forcefully, looked at the little bone beast with some lingering fear, frowned, and said: "The power of the old bastard's self-destruction is not small, how did the two of us do it?"
Survived?"
"Here..."
The little white-bone beast raised its paw with great effort, pointed at the top of his head, and said, "That thing saved us."
Toy?
Whoosh!
Ye Xingchen raised his head and noticed that a dark palace the size of a washbasin was suspended above his head, making a constant buzzing sound.
"Witch God Palace?"
Ye Xingchen was slightly startled, astonished, and said, "Did it help us stop the self-destruction of Nantian Old Turtle?"
"Um."
The little white-bone beast nodded feebly.
"Where is Wu Ling'er?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"I don't know..." The little white-bone beast changed its posture, lying on its back in the sea of souls, and said: "That little bitch is probably so dead that not even the scum of her soul is left! Boy, sir, this time,
But it’s because of you that I suffered this unreasonable disaster. If I hadn’t given all my star power to you, hmph! If the remnant soul of an old turtle from Nantian self-destructed, how could it have hurt me?”
"I know, when I go out, I will find treasures for you, the ultimate medicine and the treasures of heaven and earth, so that you can eat them all at once." Ye Xingchen also knows that this little thing has always been talkative. If it stays here, it can at least talk.
A few days and nights, so that I can remember its kindness, be grateful to it, and obey its instructions throughout my life.
"Just stay here and have a good rest!" Ye Xingchen left the word and left the sea of souls.
Huh, uh, uh...
The mountain breeze blew, and waves of coolness came.
Ye Xingchen opened his eyes and saw that the remnant souls of the green bull, snow fox and other ancient beasts were still around him, for fear that he would be disturbed. The faces of the beasts were full of worry and anxiety.
look.
Seeing this scene, he felt warm in his heart. Then, he thought that Wu Ling'er died in the sea of souls because of him. When he saw the remnant souls of these ancient beasts, he felt guilty again and pretended to cough.
He cleared his throat and said, "Everyone, how long did it take me to refine the Witch God Palace?"
Whoosh!
Hearing Ye Xingchen's voice, the dozens of remnant souls of ancient beasts around them were startled for a moment, and then they woke up. They all looked at Ye Xingchen with burning eyes, nervously, and said: "Boy, did you succeed?
"
"Idiot, can't you see the mark on his forehead?" Before Ye Xingchen could say anything, Qing Niu, who was standing aside, licked his lips, looked at Ye Xingchen's forehead with his body trembling, and said excitedly: "The mark
, Haha... It’s really the mark of the Wushen Palace. I didn’t expect that you, this kid, actually refined the Wushen Palace.”
The remaining souls of other ancient beasts were also staring at Ye Xingchen's forehead.
"Qing Niu, is this the mark of Wushen Palace?" Tiger Beast asked excitedly.
"Um……"
Qingniu nodded, and the wolf beast standing on its right was also excited and said: "Yes... it is the mark of Wushen Palace. It is absolutely... absolutely not wrong. I... I have seen what Wushen Palace looks like."
, this mark is exactly the same as that of Wushen Palace."