"Oops!"

Seeing Qingfeng's crazy face, Yan Wubian's heart suddenly suddenly, and a sense of uneasiness permeated from his heart, followed by the self-explosion of Qingfeng's soul, which made his face pale all of a sudden, and the majestic cyan soul power, in just a moment, had already spread out in the space of his mind.

Such a terrifying cyan soul power burst out, causing Yan Wubian's cold hair to stand upside down immediately, a feeling of impending catastrophe, overflowing from the depths of his soul, and driven by the fear of death, Yan Wubian roared angrily, and his eyes revealed a decisive color.

"Ah, block it for me!"

At the same time as the words came out, the thunder attribute and water attribute souls in Yan Wubian's mind both "popped", instantly turned into a little white light, disappeared in his mind, and then, a strong soul power mixed with purple and blue came out, blocking in front of the vast soul power caused by the green wind, wrapping the terrifying soul power that was about to rage inside.

"Bang bang bang ......!"

The constant collision of the two soul forces triggered a powerful shock in Yan Wubian's mind, and in the bursts of humming sounds, his head was hazy and blank for a while.

But then, the pain that wanted to tear his head apart made Yan Wubian's body involuntarily roll on the ground, and his mouth kept making a low painful ** sound, the sound became louder and louder, and finally it became a hoarse roar, and his face was completely distorted and deformed because of the unbearable severe pain, and his facial features were overflowing with blood.

Qing Feng's crazy counterattack before death, the power of his soul burst out is indeed not something that Yan Wubian can compete with now, in a short period of time, the powerful impact force makes Yan Wubian's purple and blue soul power constantly weaken, leaving only a thin layer that is still persevering in support, and it will be washed away by the cyan soul power anytime and anywhere.

"Alas......!"

Just when Yan Wubian couldn't support it, an ancient and cangsang voice suddenly came out from the depths of his mind, and a random nine-colored light rolled in, and in an instant, it wrapped Yan Wubian's entire mental space.

"Ah...... This is...... , this is the breath of the Divine Monarch!"

At the moment when the nine-colored light appeared, an intermittent and slightly vague voice sounded in the space in his mind, which was after the self-explosion, Qingfeng's soul that had not completely dissipated, subconsciously let out a shocked sound, and then no sound came out.

After the nine-colored light shroud the two soul powers, it quickly penetrated through Yan's boundless purple and blue soul power, isolating it from Qingfeng's cyan soul power.

Immediately after that, the nine-colored light shield that wrapped the cyan soul power slowly shrank, no matter how the cyan soul power washed and swayed, there was still no trace of the light mask, and it was firmly trapped in it, and it lasted for a while, and the cyan soul power finally slowly dissipated in the light mask.

"Whew......!"

The movement in his mind finally calmed down, and the severe pain disappeared, Yan Wubian's whole person suddenly loosened, lying flat on the ground, the sound of rapid breathing still kept coming out of his mouth, and after a while, it calmed down, and his whole body was like being fished out of the water, and his whole body was already soaked.

"This time it's really self-inflicted, fortunately, the Nine Holy Treasures are powerful again, otherwise it ......!"

Although the Nine Saint Treasure Treasure had already resolved the danger, as long as he thought of the consequences caused by letting Qingfeng's soul enter his mind this time, Yan Wubian still had palpitations in his heart, and he felt scared.

"Damn, soul power is so seriously consumed!"

At this time, Yan Wubian's thunder attribute and water attribute souls reappeared in his mind, and the two soul bodies were languishing at the moment, originally like a substantial body, because of the excessive consumption of soul power, it was almost transparent, looming, giving people a feeling that it seemed to dissipate at any time.

The soul is the foundation of a person, once there is an omission, it will cause irreparable consequences, many souls are injured, either the cultivation is difficult to advance, or there is a phenomenon of regression in cultivation, and more seriously, it is directly become an idiot, which is even more uncomfortable than death.

And after the soul is injured, its treatment is also the most difficult to heal, often leaving very serious consequences, it is difficult to remove the root of the disease, so that the living will suffer from it for the rest of their lives. Therefore, no one will engage in a soul confrontation until they are forced to do so.

Yan Wubian should also be glad that under such a large consumption of soul power, his soul did not hurt the root, which shows that the depth of his soul foundation is far beyond ordinary people, which is really a great luck in misfortune.

However, this consumed soul power, Yan Wubian still doesn't know what year Ma Yue will have to wait until it can be recovered, ten years and eight years is definitely not a long time, even if it is decades, it may not be able to recover, which shows how difficult it is for this soul power to recover.

In addition to relying on the slow recovery of the soul power for a long time, if you want to speed up its recovery, one must have the practice of cultivating the divine sense, so that it is possible to speed up the recovery through cultivation, of course, the best way is to take some heavenly treasures that restore the soul or enhance the divine consciousness, the course of treatment is short, the effect is fast, and you may also get a blessing in disguise, so that your cultivation will break through again.

"Fortunately, there are still lotus seeds left in the Ten Thousand Year Jade Lotus, otherwise I really don't know how long it will take to recover, and even the strength will be greatly reduced because of the soul. ”

Thinking of the 10,000-year-old jade lotus that he had obtained in the Little Immortal Realm back then, Yan Wubian's heart immediately felt a lot more at ease, just when Yan Wubian wanted to withdraw his mind from his mind and take the lotus seeds of the 10,000-year-old jade lotus, at this time, the shrunken nine-colored light shield completely disappeared at this moment.

"Hey, what is this?"

With the disappearance of the nine-colored light mask, Yan Wubian found that where the light mask disappeared, there were countless cyan fragments, and for a moment, the thunder attribute soul immediately sent out a wave of divine consciousness fluctuations, covering a small piece of cyan fragments.

"Ah, memory, this is Qingfeng's memory. ”

After covering the cyan fragments, a scene of Qingfeng's cultivation when he was young immediately appeared in Yan Wubian's soul, and with the continuous flow of the scene, with a "pop", the cyan fragments shattered violently, turned into a little white light, and completely disappeared in Yan Wubian's mind, and the scene he saw disappeared instantly.

Yan Wubian was surprised and delighted at this time, he never expected that the green wind after the self-explosion did not completely dissipate immediately, but there were still memories left, which really surprised him, and he couldn't help but think of the nine-colored light emitted by the Nine Saints Treasure Book, perhaps because of its existence, these memories were preserved.

Without any delay, Yan Wubian seemed to be reading a book, and his divine sense wrapped these cyan fragments one by one, carefully examining them. He had too many questions in his mind that needed to be answered, and these memories of Qingfeng would undoubtedly make him understand everything.

As Yan Wubian's speed became faster and faster, these cyan fragments in his mind gradually disappeared one by one, and an hour passed quickly, and all the cyan fragments finally disappeared completely after Yan Wubian finished interpreting them.

And Yan Wubian also exhaled a long breath, Qingfeng's memories were too much, messy and messy, so he wasted a lot of time sorting them out before sorting them out one by one.

After sorting out these memories, Yan Wubian's heart was even more excited, although these memories were a little missing, they were still very complete, so that the doubts in his heart were answered one by one.

"Qingfeng Messenger, this guy is really one of the Nine Ambassadors, I didn't expect to die completely at my hands like this. ”

Yan Wubian's mouth muttered to himself, and a sense of melancholy rose in his heart, because of the relationship between the Nine Saint Treasures, he had always had a sense of intimacy with the Nine Ambassadors, and he completely regarded them as his own people, but he didn't expect that he would kill one today.