He Zhiwen, whose face was constantly spilling blood, saw He Zhanrui and others kneeling on the ground one after another to plead.

Of course, he won't just watch from the sidelines, after all, He Zhanrong is his father!

Over the years, whenever he saw his father borrowing wine to kill his sorrows, he would have a kind of sourness in his heart.

He didn't expect that the person who killed his father would be the current head of the Wang family.

In the past, every time he saw the head of the Wang family, he would call Uncle Wang quite respectfully, and he always thought that Uncle Wang was his father's best friend.

As a result, the truth is so bloody.

Right now, after learning that Shen Feng had a way to help his father, the only way He Zhiwen could think of was to slap himself.

"Bang, bang, bang-" sounded again.

After slapping himself more than a dozen times in a row, making his whole face even more fleshy and bloody, he pleaded, "Wind Alliance Lord, you must not choose not to help my father take out the Hidden Soul Needle because of my business. ”

"As long as you can make a move, I'll break my own head, I'm willing. ”

The voice fell.

"Slap, slap, slap—"

He Zhiwen then began to slap himself, and with each slap he used all his strength, blood flying across his cheeks.

When He Zhanrong saw his son like this, he wanted to open his mouth to stop it, because if he continued to fan like this, He Zhiwen's head would really crack.

But.

Shen Feng took the first step and said, "I can give it a try, but I can't guarantee whether it will succeed!"

After hearing this, He Zhiwen no longer slapped himself, but kept kowtowing to Shen Feng in thanks.

As for He Zhanrong and He Zhanrui and others, they are also grateful again and again.

Shen Feng waited for them to finish thanking them thoroughly and stood up from the ground before he continued to speak: "Since these ten Hidden Soul Needles have been on your Divine Soul for a long time, it can be said that they are deeply rooted. ”

"So, in the process of taking it out, your soul may have a tendency to collapse. ”

"If I judge that your soul will really collapse, then I will immediately stop taking out the Hidden Soul Needle and think of other ways later. ”

Hearing this, He Zhanrong nodded to indicate that he understood.

After taking a slow breath, he said, "In the first year of my cultivation regression, after the head of the Wang family came to see me. ”

"Mei Lan died of anger for some reason after three months, and this matter is definitely related to this bastard. ”

"I'm absolutely going to take revenge myself!"

Milan is his wife.

He Zhiwen on the side heard that his mother's death may also be related to the head of the Wang family, his fists were clenched too tightly, and his whole body was trembling.

He Zhanrui and the Great Elder's faces were gloomy, and after He Zhanrong's wife married into the He family, she was very virtuous and virtuous.

Everyone in the He family, including the most humble people, will speak ill of He Zhanrong's wife, which shows how good his wife's character is.

Regarding He Zhanrong's private affairs, Shen Feng naturally would not ask about it.

After adjusting his breathing, he pressed his right palm on He Zhanrong's forehead and said, "Are you ready?"

Seeing He Zhanrong nod, the power of the Heavenly Realm Great Perfection Divine Soul in Shen Feng's body surged, quickly concentrating towards his right palm.

Then, it slowly spread out from his palm, and kept entering He Zhanrong's soul.

Shen Feng didn't dare to let his divine soul power be too fast as soon as he came up, he was worried that He Zhanrong would not be able to withstand it.

After controlling the power of his divine soul, he tentatively swam around He Zhanrong's divine soul for a while.

Shen Feng concentrated the power of his divine soul on the ten hidden soul needles of He Zhanrong's divine soul, and at the same time, there was still a divine soul injected into He Zhanrong's body in his palm.

Quite carefully, he used the power of his divine soul to wrap around the ten hidden soul needles.

When taking out these arranged Hidden Soul Needles, they can't be taken out individually one by one, which will definitely make He Zhanrong's soul collapse.

The ten Hidden Soul Needles can only be taken out at the same time, and it must be done, these ten Hidden Soul Needles leave He Zhanrong's Divine Soul at the same time, even if they are separated by one second.

Otherwise, it will increase the chance of He Zhanrong's soul collapsing.

Moreover, in the process of taking out the Hidden Soul Needle, it must be assisted by the magic trick of the Divine Soul type.

After determining the power of his divine soul and entwining the ten hidden soul needles, Shen Feng urged the soul burning technique in his body to operate.

When the power of the Soul Burning Technique penetrated into He Zhanrong's soul.

Shen Feng immediately controlled the movement of his divine soul power, and when the ten hidden soul needles were pulled out little by little, He Zhanrong's divine soul instantly churned, and cracks appeared on his divine soul, as if there was a tendency to burst.

That's when it happened.

The power of the Soul Burning Technique played a role, fiercely suppressing He Zhanrong's divine soul, causing the cracks on his divine soul to close.

It's just that.

As more and more hidden soul needles were pulled out, He Zhanrong's divine soul became more violent.

Shen Feng's brows furrowed at the moment, he tried his best to control his divine soul, and finally when he pulled out the ten hidden soul needles from He Zhanrong's divine soul at the same time.

This guy's spirit is like broken glass, and it looks like it's about to completely collapse.

At this time, He Zhanrong's face was covered with endless pain, he clenched his teeth tightly, and only occasionally made a muffled snort in his throat, but he didn't scream.

It may have been that the upper and lower teeth were clenched too tightly, and blood came out of his gums, eventually spilling out of the corners of his mouth.

He Zhiwen, He Zhanrui and others on the side were scared, they felt He Zhanrong's unstable spirit, and nervous sweat kept coming out of their palms.

Shen Feng kept urging the Soul Burning Technique, even running it to the extreme, causing his own Divine Soul to also have a sharp pain of tearing.

The suppressive power of the Soul Burning Technique suddenly increased.

He Zhanrong's soul that was about to shatter stopped the trend of shattering.

Under the more powerful suppressive force, his spirit was getting closer again.

Half an hour later.

When He Zhanrong didn't have any cracks on his soul, Shen Feng immediately stopped running the Soul Burning Technique.

At this time, He Zhanrong only felt that his whole body was extremely relaxed, and his cultivation suddenly recovered from the eighth layer of the Primordial Xuan Realm to the ninth layer of the Initial Xuan Realm.

For so many years.

His cultivation was only regressive, and he had never recovered at all, but now that he experienced this feeling, he knew that he could really embark on the path of cultivation again.

The bitterness and tears of these years, only he knows it, at this moment, his eyes were slightly red, and he knelt down in front of Shen Feng again, and said, "Wind Alliance Lord, you have reborn my life!"

While Shen Feng looked at He Zhanrong, he took a look at the palm of his right hand, and ten faint thin needles were suspended above his palm!

He said indifferently: "After that, if your cultivation wants to recover, it should take some time, during this time, you should slowly adapt to it first!"

"Then, try to use various methods to speed up the recovery of cultivation!"