Chapter 358: A Way to Cure the Ancestor! (1st Update)

"The second dog is not dead?"

Hearing Ye Chen's words, Su Yuhan subconsciously looked at Ye Chen, surprised and delighted, and Wu Lan and the others were also full of joy.

At a critical time, if it weren't for Huangquan Ancestor's action, it was very likely that they would not be able to hold out until Ye Chen returned.

Ye Chen walked to the ancestor with a calm face, and after checking its body, he sighed lightly: "Although it is not dead, it is almost like dead." ”

He found that the consciousness within the sea of Ancestor Consciousness was extremely weak, and there was a faint tendency to extinguish, which was obviously a sign of the exhaustion of soul power.

Soul power refers to a person's soul power, which is consciousness and spirit in popular terms.

Even the soul power of mortals is not the same, for example, people can stay up in an Internet café for several days and nights without sleep, while some people only need to stay up all night, and the next day they are like dead corpses, no matter how they scream, they can't wake up.

Speaking of which, the ancestor is also quite miserable.

As an old monster in the Tribulation Period, it is not good for one person to ascend, and he has to take three thousand beauties to soar together in the daytime, which has never been seen in the cultivation realm, and the triggered Heavenly Tribulation is naturally unimaginable.

The ancestor failed to hold on, only a wisp of remnant soul strayed into the earth, if it was taken in time, it would be able to restore to the cultivation of the Yuan infant stage, but the ancestor sadly found that most of the people on the earth did not have spiritual roots.

You asked him to take away a mortal without a spiritual root, and after a few decades, he still couldn't escape death, and seeing that his soul was about to be dissipated, the ancestor had no choice but to possess a dog that was run over by a car.

Rao is like this, his soul power is also pitiful, in order to forcibly improve his cultivation, he has to burn the last trace of soul power.

Hearing Ye Chen's words, the smile on Su Yuhan's face suddenly retracted, and he asked puzzledly: "Ye Chen, what does it mean that you are not dead, and it is almost like dead?"

"It's that the soul power of the second dog has been exhausted and has fallen into a state of suspended animation, you can understand that it is now a vegetative person, no, to be precise, a plant dog!"

Ye Chen said with a frown.

Wu Lan was the first to get out of the car, and said with red eyes: "Xiao Chen, what should we do now? Why don't we take the second dog to the veterinarian?"

Veterinarian?

Ye Chen couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this, shook his head and said, "Mom, don't worry, I will find a way to wake up Ergouzi." ”

The power of the Ancestor's soul was exhausted.

The only way to do this is to refine the Yunshen Pill to help it recover its soul power.

It's just that this refining Yun Shen Dan ......

"The second dog is a good dog, if ...... If it can't wake up in this life, Mom has to take care of it. Wu Lan wiped a handful of tears.

Ye Chen was also a little moved in his heart.

After all, in his opinion, this guy Huangquan Ancestor is an old monster who is cunning and unprofitable, and if it really comes to a critical moment, he must first protect himself.

But in fact he was wrong.

Ye Chen looked at Su Yuhan: "By the way, before the second dog fell into a coma, did you have anything to leave for me?"

When Su Yuhan heard this, his face was a little unnatural, he hesitated, and said, "When the second dog asks you to go to the grave for it on the Qingming Festival every year, how ...... Burn more tender mold and give it ......"

Ye Chen: "......"

"Let's go, let's go back. ”

Shaking his head, he picked up the ancestor and put him in the car, and then beckoned Yang Tian on the side to throw Xue Feng and a few others into the trunk.

......

Kowloon Bay Villas.

Where the body died, there was a pool of red blood.

His people are long gone.

The fragments of the three Great Thunder Sound Swords stood quietly on the ground, without any trace of the former edge, this treasure of the Jinling Ning family's town clan was considered to be useless.

Lin Tai, who had his arms severed, had already passed out.

Ye Chen bent down with difficulty and slowly picked up the fragments of the Great Thunder Sword on the ground, trying to reassemble them together, with a slight wetness in his eyes.

"Peerless...... Peerless ......"

"Sorry I'm late!"

"Why are you so stupid? You are also my relative, and losing any of you will be a blow to me!"

His hand holding the broken sword trembled slightly, and his mind was full of the lonely, cold and arrogant figure of the young man in white.

Wu Lan covered her mouth and sobbed secretly.

Su Yuhan silently turned around and wiped away tears.

Ye Hai was speechless.

"No!"

"No, it won't!"

Ye Chen suddenly clenched his fists and said in a very affirmative tone: "I don't believe that you are dead, you are the Heavenly Emperor Sword Spirit, in three thousand years, you and I have never broken through the Ten Thousand Realms, I don't believe that just three ancient martial artists will let you die!"

"To live to see people, to die to see corpses!

His emotions were a little crazy, and he frantically burst out of his divine consciousness and enveloped everything within a radius of one kilometer, but he found nothing.

Then he walked behind the Lamborghini, opened the trunk and lifted Bai Hongyu inside.

"Ye Nanmad, you ...... What are you going to do? If you dare to kill me, the Bai family will not let you go!" Bai Hongyu was frightened by his gaze.

"Ahh

Ye Chen pressed a palm on his head, urging his divine sense to forcibly perform the soul searching technique, and after a while, he threw Bai Hongyu back into the trunk again.

It's just that his expression became more and more gloomy: "The old beggar riding a donkey, did you take away Wushuang's corpse?"

Countless thoughts crossed his mind.

Who is the old beggar?

Why did you take Musou's corpse?

A gust of incense blows.

Su Yuhan hugged him tightly: "I know that Wushuang's death makes you sad, but you still have us ......"

"Yes, Xiao Chen, the deceased is gone. Ye Hai walked over and patted him on the shoulder, his expression a little solemn.

The cute little baby pulled his trouser leg and babbled: "Dad, don't cry, when Mengmeng grows up, avenge Uncle Wushuang and beat all the bad guys to death!"

"I'm fine!"

Ye Chen took a deep breath, walked over and picked Lin Tai up from the ground, and then led everyone back to the villa.

Seeing Lin Tai so miserable, Wu Lan's tears couldn't be stopped: "Xiao Chen, let's send Lin Tai to the hospital, he is so seriously injured." ”

Arguably.

All of them saw Lin Tai having his arms cut off by Xue Yuantao with their own eyes, and they still can't forget that scene until now.

"Mom, no, I can cure him!"

Ye Chen shook his head, and after putting Lin Tai on the bed, he first helped him stop the bleeding, and then sent a lot of spiritual power into his body.

"Lord!"

Half an hour later, Lin Tai woke up from a coma, and as soon as he saw Ye Chen, he struggled to get out of bed.

"Don't move!"

Ye Chen hurriedly pressed him and said, "You have lost too much blood now, your vitality is injured, you should not move around, what do you have to say when you are healed." ”

"Lord, Wushuang is dead!" Lin Tai couldn't help but say.

Ye Chen's face trembled slightly: "I know, by the way, and it's still dead and can't see the corpse!"

"No!"

Lin Tai shook his head and said, "I saw with my own eyes that an old beggar took Wushuang's corpse away......"

Then he told what had happened.

After listening, Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly: "So, Wushuang is not dead? It's just that who is that old beggar? And where is the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion? Why did the other party ask me to pick up someone in three years?"

At this time, Ye Hai's knock on the door sounded outside: "Xiao Chen, there is a woman surnamed Lan outside who wants to see you!"

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