The adults of the village anxiously ran to the entrance of the village, and the middle-aged village chief in a green shirt came to Ning Zhen tremblingly.

Before taking the pulse, he was frightened by the soul ghost mask that appeared in Ning Zhen's body, and he had a shadow in his heart, and he didn't dare to touch Ning Zhen's body.

But human life is at stake, he is the hope of the whole village, so many people are watching, they can't retreat.

So, he gritted his teeth and planned to fight, stretched out his thick left arm, held Ning Zhen's left wrist with his left hand, and then stretched out his index finger and ring finger with his right hand, resting on Ning Jian's pulse, feeling the pulsation.

"Ahh......h Dead!" the village chief's hand suddenly shrank and stepped back.

Is it dead? Ning Mu suddenly almost suffocated and fainted. Fortunately, an aunt standing next to her helped her.

"Traces of his mother, traces of his mother. A group of enthusiastic villagers gathered around.

The aunt stretched out a shiny thumb, pressed it directly on Zhou Yan's central acupoint, and pinched it hard, Zhou Yan's closed eyes opened suddenly, and she gasped for breath.

She seemed to think of something, pushed away the people around her, and hugged Ning Ji in her arms.

She sat at the village gate, staring blank and humming a little tune, waiting for the child to wake up.

......

Grains of light as big as grains of light are suspended, this is the spirit fetus?

Ning Ji sensed his body with his divine soul, while his consciousness dived into this mysterious realm.

Here, quiet and mysterious, empty and long-lasting, this is the place of the spiritual womb.

"Master, do you remember that in the Valley of Desperation, when we first met, my brothers and I still thought that your talent was low?"

"Remember, at that time, you were still discussing coming, and you were angry with me. What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"Actually, Xiao Yao wanted to tell you one thing before, your cultivation talent is not bad, on the contrary, it is extremely outstanding. However, it was blocked by a seal, and your talent could not be revealed. ”

"What?", Ning Zhen's spirit began to beat, he was a little incredulous, and hurriedly confirmed: "Are you sure?"

"Little sickle is sure! My soul brother is a witness soul. Your soul is locked in a chain so that you can't use your soul power. It won't be able to hook the spiritual power of heaven and earth. ”

"Who locked my soul?" Ning Zhen's eyes were about to erupt small flames.

"This is not clear, when we remove the shackles of your divine soul, your divine soul is obviously much more active. You see, you can still sneak into your consciousness and control your soul to communicate with me. This is enough to show the strength of your divine soul. An even more favorable proof is the Xuanzi in your body. ”

"Xuanfetus?"

"That's right, ordinary people hook the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and the Dao fetus condensed by spiritual power is a spiritual fetus. And above the spirit fetus is the Xuan fetus. It is really unprecedented in ancient and modern times, and I don't know what other power in heaven and earth can be compared to Xuanli. ”

"Master, your divine soul is too active, and your divine soul power has recovered so quickly, it's too powerful!" Xiao Scythe shook his soul body, and he was extremely worshipful of Ning Zhen.

"Okay, I'll be with you when I'm free. If I don't return for too long, my mother will think that something has happened to me and worry about it. ”

Ning Zhen's spirit trembled, and he returned to the center of his eyebrows, and he slowly opened his eyes after a long time.

Hearing was restored, and my mother could be heard singing her favorite lullaby to herself.

My mother must think that something has happened to me, and it seems that in the future, I will have to find a place where my mother can't get it.

After Ning Jian finished thinking about it, he called out to Zhou Yan, who was singing unlovingly, "Mother." ”

At this moment, the villagers have left, and only a few children are still standing there, and they are also ordered by the adults to stay here to see the situation.

Seeing Ning Jian wake up suddenly, several children couldn't believe it, and when Ning Zhen called his mother, they came back to their senses, were extremely happy, and hurriedly returned to the village again.

"Little Bit has come back to life. Little ones come to life. ”

......

"Monster, monster!" the village chief locked the door, muttering incessantly.

How can a person without a pulse live? He remembered the ghost mask again, and his hands and feet began to tremble.

When the other villagers heard the news, they left the village one after another, and they were all very happy to see that the mother and son were safe. Today's turmoil has finally subsided.

"Mother, do you worry about you?"

"Mother, I can cultivate!" Ning Jian whispered.

When Zhou Yan heard this, her originally happy face changed suddenly. She picked up Ning Ji and returned to the house with a pout.

"Bang!" there was a powerful closing sound from the mud room.

"What are you talking about?child!" Zhou Yan asked eagerly as she put Ning Jian on the bed and touched Ning Chen's black and smooth hair.

"Mother, I can cultivate. ”

Zhou Yan's eyes widened, she remembered the scenes back then, but her child was still young and couldn't tell him yet. Originally, she had no hope for it, but now......

"Okay, good, son, remember! From now on, you have to cultivate hard! Because only by cultivating well can you see your father. A powerful momentum appeared on Zhou Yan's body, and he didn't have the weak appearance he had before.

"Mother, you said that as long as I can cultivate well, I will be able to see my father, didn't you tell me that my father died?" Ning Zhen said excitedly. His eyes were filled with tears of excitement, and he was very lovable.

"It's not dead, you only have to cultivate well, and our family can be a member of the group. Zhou Yan said solemnly.

"Mother, I see. The child will definitely work hard to cultivate! I will definitely take you to find your father as soon as possible. ”

"Good. Zhen'er, you have a good rest first, and your mother will make you some porridge to replenish your body, and you will inevitably suffer hardships in your cultivation in the future. The body is better. ”

Looking at Zhou Yan, who was starting to get busy, Ning Jian clenched his little fists tightly, lay on the bed, and closed his eyes.

Slowly entered the dream realm......

In the dream, on the earth, swords and swords, mountains, rivers and streams, floating corpses are everywhere, and geese are singing alone.

This is the battlefield of hell, where there is no life, only death.

Ning Zhen curled up in a corner, his clothes torn, tears fused with blood.

A tall and tall man blocked the countless oncoming attacks and was pierced by ten thousand swords.

The face that had been slightly parted, full of vicissitudes of regret, blended with the sunset.

"Father's ......"

"Father's ......"

Hysterical shouts, spreading killing intent!

"Give back my father's life!

......

Ning Jian screamed, suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from his dream.

"Puff, puff, puff, ......" he could hear the heartbeat clearly.

Zhou Yan asked nervously, "Is it a nightmare?"

"I dreamed that my father was killed!

Zhou Yan trembled and comforted Ning Zhen, "Zhen'er, your father is not dead, you have to save him!"

"Okay!" Ning Jian jumped out from under the bed, "Mother, I'm going to cultivate in the valley outside the village." ”

"Be careful. Remember to come back before dark. Although Zhou Yan was worried about Ning Zhen, she was only ruthless at the moment.

Ning Zhen trotted out of the entrance of the village, ran along the wasteland path into the mountains, and after a long time, came to the Valley of Desperation, where he had obtained the emperor's tomb before.

It's empty and pleasant, and I don't know who named it, it's called the Valley of Despair. Not at all.

He sat cross-legged in an open space, concentrating on cultivation, and soon he swallowed up, still not realizing the spiritual power around his body, it seemed that his soul power could only hook the Xuan power.

It's a pity that I don't have a soul forging technique, otherwise I must have strengthened my soul.

"Master, Xiao Scythe has an emperor-level soul forging technique. You see?"

"What? really?" Ning Zhen asked in shock.

"It's a pity that Xiao Scythe is a remnant soul, and the emperor-level soul breaking technique is incomplete, so it's not suitable for you to cultivate now. I'm going to help you ask the other soul brothers. Hold on. ”

The small scythe that danced above Ning Zhen's soul turned into a wisp of black thread and entered the soul seal.

After a long time, the little sickle came out of the soul seal. He preached excitedly: "Yes, Xiao Kui has a complete soul forging technique-Spirit Master Soul Forging Method. Master, you see?"

"Okay, that's it. ”

"Master, Xiao Sickle is going to pass on the Soul Forging Method to you. The little sickle's soul body trembled, and wisps of soul power were transported into Ning Zhen's divine soul.

With the input of Xiao Sickle's soul power, the soul forging technique recorded by the soul power also submerged into Ning Zhen's soul.