"It's ......"

Jian Fengyun looked at the surrounding golden light suspiciously, strange and somewhat familiar.

Sea of Souls!

As soon as Jian Fengyun lowered his head, he found that he had turned into a small cluster of golden flames like candles, burning, and instantly knew the environment he was in.

The soul sea is a space that comes with the body of a warrior, but this space is tied to the soul and is not controlled by the body.

The Soul Sea is also a place that houses soul power and soul consciousness, which is very important for martial artists.

The golden flame in this soul sea is the divine soul he reincarnated, although there is only one wisp, it also illuminates the entire soul sea.

"I didn't expect that I was so seriously injured that I fell into a deep sleep of my soul!"

Jian Fengyun muttered to himself.

"Forget it, it's okay, although this divine soul breath is okay, but the soul power realm is only the best of the yellow order, it's time to improve it!"

With a turn of thought, a scripture appeared in Jian Fengyun's consciousness.

"The Tai Soul Sutra, refining the soul and devouring the soul, condensing the ...... of the immortal soul"

"Tai Soul Sutra" is the strongest soul refining technique recorded in the Taishi Dao Book, in the previous life, Jian Fengyun was able to become a god-level alchemist, a large part of the reason is that this Tai Soul Sutra is powerful.

The sword wind and clouds condensed and cultivated, and the golden flames in the soul sea began to burn regularly.

As time passed, the soul momentum on Jian Fengyun's body became stronger and stronger.

Outside

"What's the matter, boss, I've been lying here for more than half a month, and I haven't seen any reaction!"

Wang Chuyuan pestled his head and looked at the sword wind and clouds lying on the wooden bed.

"That's right, this big guy has to consume a lot of elixir from Daddy every day, like a rice bucket, and if he doesn't wake up, the elixir brought by Daddy will be used up by him!"

Next to the wooden bed, a little girl in a purple dress had dark eyes rolling on her fat little face.

There was a hint of resentment in his tone.

"Little girl, what do you know, your father took the elixir to support my boss, that is to make him wake up as soon as possible to treat you, you are good, complain here all day long, believe it or not, I will slap you out in a while?"

Wang Chuyuan glared at the purple-clothed girl in front of him unhappily and threatened.

"Humph! Don't you dare, my father is the king of Dongyang County, he will arrest you and put you in a dungeon! ”

The purple-clothed girl pursed her lips and stuck out her tongue at Wang Chuyuan, naughty and authentic.

"Good men don't fight women, hum!"

Wang Chuyuan snorted coldly, and then turned his face away.

"Who wants to fight with you......" The girl in purple also glanced at her face.

The two don't look at each other.

"Where is this?"

A hoarse voice rang out in the silent room.

As soon as Wang Chuyuan heard this voice, he turned his head suddenly, and saw that Jian Fengyun on the bed had opened his eyes, and said in an excited tone: "Old ...... Boss, you're awake! ”

"Big guy wake up, if I tell Daddy!" The purple-clothed girl on the wooden bed said in a happy tone, and her figure jumped down and ran directly towards the door.

Jian Fengyun's eyes were puzzled, and he spoke again.

"Wang Chuyuan, where is this?"

"Boss, this is Beiban Peak, it is the palace of the county king, you don't need to call me by my name in the future, just call me Xiao Wang or Wang Fatzi!"

Wang Chuyuan's eyes flashed with a gleam of essence.

"Are you awake?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a dragon python robe suddenly walked in, and his voice was deep.

"Hmm!"

Jian Fengyun looked at the middle-aged man's gaze calmly.

The tone was calm and uneven, as if the person who was talking to him at this moment was not the king of a county, but an ordinary stranger on the street.

"You, sure enough, are different from those young people outside!"

The middle-aged man looked at Jian Fengyun with a little deep meaning and slowly spoke.

"You are also different from the legendary and famous county king!"

Jian Fengyun glanced up and down at the middle-aged man, and frowned slightly.

"Hey! How did you talk to my father, my father took so many elixirs to help you heal, but your tone was so impulsive. ”

The little girl in purple on the side pursed her lips and said dissatisfiedly to Jian Fengyun.

"It's okay, Bing'er, you take that brother Wang out to play, I have something to say to him!"

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and blocked the girl's face, saying.

"Hmph, let's go!"

The girl in purple snorted softly and trotted out of the door.

"Don't bully my boss, if you let me know when you go back, I will go and lead the heavens and earth thunder to smash your county king city!"

Wang Chuyuan glanced at the middle-aged man vigilantly, and his eyes were not good.

"Don't worry, just in the face of your master's old ghost, I won't touch a single hair of his hair!" The middle-aged man said.

Wang Chuyuan snorted coldly, and then walked out with a round body.

As Wang Chuyuan walked out, the middle-aged man waved his hand, and an invisible force directly closed the wooden door.

The middle-aged man's eyes fell on the young man in front of him, and he said slowly.

"You really deserve to be the son of Jian Ling Tian, you can attract the apprentices of the old man of the Xuan Array to follow, and you can solve the problems on the medicine list in Dongyang City, you have an innate physique, and you can kill the enemy across a big realm, you are really extraordinary!"

"Do you know my father?"

Jian Fengyun frowned and couldn't help but speak.

The father of his own body is not only famous in Bei'an City, but also known by the two evil retirees, and it seems that they have some concerns about their father.

This couldn't help but arouse a wisp of curiosity in his heart.

"I don't know, but anyone with a little strength in Qingyun Domain should know him!" The middle-aged man looked at Jian Fengyun with interest.

"Oh!"

With a light response, a touch of indifference flashed in Jian Fengyun's eyes,

Listening to the tone of this middle-aged man, he obviously didn't want to tell himself more about his father, and Jian Fengyun didn't want to ask more, when the time came, he naturally knew.

"Who passed on your imperial sword?"

The middle-aged man looked at Jian Fengyun, his tone suddenly became serious, and asked.

"The way of the emperor's sword is a kind of way, why do you need to pass it on to others and understand it yourself!"

A look of surprise flashed in Jian Fengyun's eyes, this Emperor Sword Dao had also attracted the attention of those two evil cultivators, and now this Dongyang County King asked again, it must be extraordinary.

Emperor Sword Dao was originally a kind of sword path that he had realized in his previous life, and he had passed it on to his fourth disciple, Yangyun Shengjun, he couldn't figure out why these people would instantly recognize Emperor Sword Dao when they saw it, and there was a sense of déjà vu.

"You are lying to me, the imperial sword path you made that day, the nine sword swordsmanship and the imperial sword path made by His Majesty the Emperor back then, are exactly the same, you can deceive others but you can't deceive me!"

The middle-aged man looked at Jian Fengyun with a cold face.

Emperor Tianyang!

Jian Fengyun was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help but have the picture of himself asking Yao Thirteen that day in his mind.

The name of the Tianyang Emperor is Xuanyuan, and in his previous life, his fourth apprentice, Yang Yun, once said that he accepted the prince of a small dynasty in the Qingyun Domain as a registered disciple, and the name of the registered disciple was Tianyang Xuanyuan.

After thinking about it again, he once taught Emperor Yangyun the way of the sword, and everything seemed to make sense.

Tianyang Xuanyuan, that is, the emperor of the dynasty, is his own disciple grandson?

Thinking of this, Jian Fengyun was stunned for an instant, and his eyes became a little wonderful.

"What are you thinking, so distracted!"

The middle-aged man spoke again, his eyes pressing tightly.