This Soul Netherworld Python King actually wants to take away Sheluochen!

A huge anger suddenly surged in Luo Chen's heart, is this what it feels like an ant? Why can't I control my fate, just for a moment, Luo Chen faced death, did not show any fear, and was extremely calm, but the desire for strength in my heart had reached its peak, and it was turbulent......

Snatching?

What is Takeaway?

The so-called seizure is to be able to regain life, but in terms of cultivation, it is inevitable that it will be a lot weaker, not your own body, how can it be the same as your previous strength, the body is destroyed, the soul power escapes, and the strength is already a big loss. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After the soul body is taken away, the body is extremely difficult to fuse, after the soul body is taken away, maybe even the strength of the soul body can not be brought into play, after the slow fusion in the future, although there will be improvements, but it will definitely not be able to recover to the strength of his own body, and the future cultivation will also be greatly discounted, borrowing other people's bodies to cultivate, you can imagine what will happen, and it will not be of much use to your own strength.

Generally speaking, it is a snatch between cultivators, and it is extremely rare for Luo Chen to be snatched away by the Twin Soul Netherworld Python King.

Of course, in the seizure, it is not all smooth sailing, if the body of the person who is taken away cannot bear it, it is a failure, and this failure will be a death for the soul body. If you are not forced to be helpless, no one will take it away.

"Did you just die?"

Luo Chen muttered to himself.

"Luo Chen!"

Such a change was instantly noticed by Luo Heng, and his eyes were immediately bloodshot, his eyes were cracked, his face was frightened, the green tendons on his forehead were bulging, and his body instantly rushed towards Luo Chen.

However, his speed was far from catching up with the two soul Nether Python kings.

Snort

A soul of the Twin Soul Netherworld Python King instantly drilled into Luo Chen's mind!

As soon as his body shook, Luo Chen's whole body instantly stiffened, and he couldn't even blink his eyelids, as if he had lost control of his body.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Chen felt an indescribable pain hit his whole body, and there was a loud bang, as if he was being gnawed by tens of thousands of ants in his brain, like a thousand knives, and it hurt his heart!

Luo Chen wanted to howl, but he couldn't make any sound, and he couldn't move.

The sharp pain in his brain became more and more intense, Luo Chen felt as if his soul was about to break, and the consciousness in his brain was constantly drifting and swaying, like a candle in the wind, which would be extinguished at any time!

In a trance, in his mind, the soul of the Twin Soul Netherworld Python King let out a fierce roar, and rushed towards Luo Chen's soul fiercely, wanting to devour his soul.

Yes!

Can't hold on! He felt himself lose consciousness as he approached, and his mind suddenly became groggy and unable to resist.

However, at this moment, a clear sword groan exploded in his head. Suddenly, a sharp sword appeared strangely in Luo Chen's sea of knowledge space, the sword chanted Qingyue, the golden mangs were bright, and among the golden mangs, a majestic and powerful momentum was suddenly released.

And the soul of the Twin Soul Netherworld Python King seemed to be frightened, and it wanted to flee, and the breath above the light of the golden knife made it tremble.

"Whew!"

On top of the golden sword, a golden sword suddenly derived, the sword was as thin as silk, but it was a monstrous power of the carrier!

The soul of the Twin Soul Netherworld Python King wanted to escape, but it couldn't move at all, and the sword momentum fixed it there, and then, the small silky sword light gently brushed the soul, and there was no movement at all, but I saw the soul of the Netherworld Python King burst into pieces, and was destroyed into dense and small fragments, and then dissipated.

……

In the outside world, Luo Heng stared at Luo Chen tightly, extremely anxious, but he couldn't help, his teeth were clenched, his nails were sinked into the flesh, and the red blood was dripping, but he didn't realize it.

Time passed slowly, and I don't know how long it was.

"I'm not dead." When Luo Chen regained consciousness, there was still some sharp pain in his mind, and he was confused, he had disappeared from that soul, and he had not been taken away, and at the same time, Luo Chen could feel that his soul power had increased a lot.

"This, what the hell is going on? Did the third uncle save me? ”

Luo Chen recalled that when he was severely injured and unconscious, he seemed to hear the sound of a clear sword, and vaguely saw a sword as thin as a hair flashing.

"No, Jian Mang, could it be that the Dragon Yin Sword saved me?" Luo Chen remembered the appearance of the sword, which seemed to be the same as the dragon sword he was carrying.

And his soul is a lot stronger, but I'm afraid it's the soul of the Netherworld Python King, it's really a cycle of cause and effect, and the retribution is not happy! If these soul powers were allowed to cultivate normally by those cultivators, it was estimated that they would not be able to enhance so much soul power in a few years.

Sure enough, if you don't die in a great disaster, you will have a blessing. The ancients did not deceive me!

"Xiaochen, are you awake?!"

At this moment, Luo Heng's surprised voice suddenly came, and he carefully picked up Luo Chen.

"Xiaochen, how are you?" Luo Heng carefully looked Luo Chen up and down, and was relieved to see that the latter was fine.

"Third, third uncle, I'm fine." Luo Chen shook his somewhat dizzy head slightly and said.

"It's okay, it's okay." Luo Heng was relieved, if something happened to Luo Chen, he really didn't know how to face the second brother and sister-in-law.

"Uh...... Third uncle, can you let me down first? Luo Chen only realized at this time that he was being held in his arms by the third uncle, and his face was a little bright.

"Hmph, bastard boy, I'm still embarrassed, I think back then, you rode your third uncle, and you still ......" Luo Heng was in a good mood at this time, as if he remembered something interesting back then, spit and laughed.

"Stop, third uncle, when are those things?" Immediately, his face was embarrassed, and he didn't admit it at all.

"Hey, little bunny."

Just when the two were talking and laughing, the depressed atmosphere just now unconsciously relaxed.

……

"Xiao Chen, the soul of the Nether Python King...... What the hell is going on? Luo Heng hesitated for a moment, and finally asked lightly.

The soul of the Nether Python King?

Luo Chen was stunned when he heard this, he guessed that it should be related to the Dragon Yin Sword, or if it was okay, it was better to ask the third uncle about this sword.

"It should have been killed by the Dragon Yin Sword, Third Uncle, what is the origin of this sword?" Luo Chen asked curiously.

"Dragon Sword?!"

Luo Heng was stunned, as if he didn't expect it to be related to this sword.

"This sword ......," Luo Heng then muttered. It's just that his brows are furrowed tightly, and his expression is getting more and more excited: angry, unwilling, powerless, self-deprecating...... The emotions variete.

Luo Chen vaguely felt that this sword was extraordinary, but looking at the appearance of the third uncle, he expected that this sword would definitely have some unknown secrets.

"That, third uncle, if you don't ......"

However, before Luo Chen could finish speaking, Luo Heng waved his hand to interrupt what he was about to say.

Luo Heng let out a long breath and seemed to have made some decision.

"Well, there are some things I should let you know." Luo Heng waved his hand and said.

Immediately, a deep voice sounded in this cave: "The origin of this sword is extraordinary, I don't know where it came from, it's just a ...... passed down from generation to generation by the Luo family, only each generation of family heads can have this sword, and the sword is passed down together, and there is also a martial art, called "Dragon Yin Imperial Sword Technique", and similarly, only the head of the family can practice." ”

Luo Heng said lightly, and Luo Chen also sat next to him and listened quietly.

"More than twenty years ago, your grandfather passed it on to the second brother, that is, your father, but the second brother had no intention of being the head of the family and devoted himself to cultivation. Later, I met your mother again, and the two of them traveled the rivers and lakes together, and they were extremely dazzling geniuses at that time...... Later, your mother became pregnant with you, but unfortunately the good times didn't last long, and a mysterious force came to the door and asked for this dragon sword......"

"At that time, your grandfather had just broken through the realm of having me, how could he agree, a conflict broke out in an instant, but the result was ............" Speaking of this, Luo Heng's eyes were already bloodshot, his forehead was bulging, his breathing became heavy, and the tiger's body trembled slightly.

After a long time, he said slowly: "Those beasts and your grandfather, I still have the eldest brother and the second brother, the killing is dark, but your grandfather desperately failed to leave all the enemies behind, your uncle is nowhere to be found, your father and your mother broke out......"

"Later, I found your mother, but your father is nowhere to be found...... Later, I found out that it was the Yang family's group of brutes who colluded with the Demon Domain......"

After Luo Heng finished speaking, he was speechless for a long time, and only turned into a sigh.

"Father, mother?"

Luo Chen's body couldn't help but tremble, and he muttered these two extremely special words in his mouth, he didn't have any reflection, just in the depths of midnight, occasionally tears would flow down unconsciously.

"Third uncle, my mother...... Where did it go? ”

Luo Chen pondered for a moment, and finally asked this question that he wanted to know all the time. How many times have I dreamed back at midnight, and tears wet the pillow towel; How many times have I tossed and turned, I can't sleep, I just want to find that ordinary warmth.

"Your mother, it's a last resort." Luo Heng was silent for a long time, and finally sighed.

"Your mother is a young lady from a big family, and their family doesn't look down on our Luo family at all, but then they have you...... It's complicated, it's useless to tell you now, one day you will know, it's just that the accident of our Luo family was caused by an ancestral sword, just because I fell in love with that sword, I wanted to take it by force and slaughter hundreds of people in my Luo family, hundreds of lives! If this revenge is not avenged, it will be in vain for the Luo family. ”

When Luo Heng talked about hatred, he couldn't wait to drink his blood and gnaw on his flesh, his face looked a little hideous, and his emotions were extremely excited.

Luo Chen couldn't help but feel a little sad, his eyes were red, his fists were clenched tightly, his nails sank into the flesh, and the red blood dripped down. "I, Luo Chen, swear today, he will slaughter the murderer of my Luo family one day, and the corpse will be broken into thousands of pieces, if I can't do it, I would rather die!"

Luo Xi's eyes were also red, although he had not seen Luo Chen's parents, but Luo Xi had already regarded this place as his home, how could he not avenge the family feud?

"Dad, mother, one day, I will reunite our family, God wants to stop me, I will kill God, if the devil wants to stop me, I will kill the demon!" As the last sentence fell, Luo Chen had already recovered his expression, and his emotions were terrifyingly calm, but anyone could appreciate the great confidence and unforgettable killing intent contained in this calm.

After a long time, Luo Chen raised his head and smiled at Luo Heng: "Third uncle, do you believe me?" ”

Luo Heng looked at the young man with a young face who had a young face but a firm look in his eyes, and a trace of tears couldn't help but fall, and then a hoarse voice came out: "Third Uncle is waiting for that day." ”

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