Huang Chan and Yan Mengran have not eaten well and can't sleep in the past few days, they are still a little worried, although Yao Lao has played a package ticket, but he is worried for no reason in his heart, no matter how categorical he is, it is still not enough, for Yan Mengran, Yang Wei is a sword for her revenge, once this sword goes wrong, that hope will disappear.

As for Huang Chan, the faint affection and warmth that sprouted in her heart made her regret it a little, maybe it was a kind of happiness in the second half of her life like this. On the one hand, I hope that Yang Wei can be cured, and I also hope that Yang Wei will be stupid like this for a lifetime, so that he will always belong to her alone, and no one can take it away.

That kind of selfish heart made her reject it for no reason, but she couldn't get rid of it, wandering left and right.

The two finally couldn't help it, and after five days, there was no movement at all, so they decided to go and see the situation.

As soon as they met, looking at Yang Wei, who was unconscious, he didn't care about greeting the old man, he was already crouching at the head of the bed with an arrow step, and after a careful look, he found that there were no scars on his body, but the clothes were new and a little tight, so he put his mind at ease.

"Senior, when will Brother Yang wake up?" Huang Chan had a hint of urgency in her voice, thinking of what Yang Wei said a year ago, maybe it was really important, if he missed it, maybe he would regret it for the rest of his life, and he couldn't help but be anxious for him at the moment.

The old man shook his head, not minding Huang Chan's urging, "If it is according to the previous practice, it will be a year at the latest, ten years or even a hundred years later." ”

When the two girls heard this, they suddenly felt like they had eaten bitter melon, and their faces were bitter, "I don't know if I can hurry up, Brother Yang has 100,000 urgent matters, and I can't delay." ”

When the old man heard this, he smiled, "Of course it's good to be fast, who doesn't want to be fast, but everything has two sides, this time it's fast, it may affect his mind, and even the realm will be unstable, and then there will be an accident, no wonder me." ”

Huang Chan's face was a little bad, looking at the dim room, only then did she find that there was something strange inside, and she paced back and forth twice before making a decision, "Let him wake up, if it's too late, he may regret it for life." ”

The old man glanced at Huang Chan meaningfully, then turned his eyes to Yang Wei who was lying on the bed, and couldn't help asking, "I am short of a woman, take care of my daily life and diet, if you are willing to stay, I can wake up after a hundred years of hard work." ”

When Yan Mengran heard this, she was suddenly a little dumbfounded, in her heart, all the things that prayed for medicine were smooth, joyful, and easy.

But now it is full of twists and turns, quite intriguing, and I don't know what kind of medicine he sells in his gourd? But let Huang Chan stay for a hundred years, she will not agree, some coquettish around the old man, shrugged, snorted, "Grandpa Yao, why are you like this, Sister Chan is my close and good friend, if you want a maid, I will find you." ”

Yao Lao remained silent, smiling, looking at Huang Chan, ignoring Yan Mengran who was pleading on the side.

Huang Chan thought about it for a long time, and her expression showed a little sadness, but she looked back at the sleeping Yang Wei, revealing a little concern, "Okay."

The old man's cloudy eyes lit up, he smiled, and gently pulled away the arm that was surrounded by Yan Mengran, "I won't let you suffer, for a hundred years, it's also for your sake." ”

"Meng'er, you go out with her first, don't keep your mouth shut, it's all for her good, these days, I'm going to have a lot of blood. The old man said with some distress, and the loose flesh on his face shook twice.

Yan Mengran was a little angry, but she couldn't figure out what he said for her sake, what he meant, and it was not good to have a seizure, so the two girls walked out together and waited outside the door for good news.

The door creaked, and there was no wind moving, and a few glimmers of light came through the cracks in the door.

Huang Chan and the two sat on the ground, holding their breath and concentrating, exhaling.

The old man looked at the black ball soaked in the bottle in front of him, occasionally gurgling and bubbling, groped a few times from his sleeve, a few solemn touches in his eyes, some flesh pain, and suddenly took out a thing, it was actually a black worm, wriggling on the palm, if you can see clearly, half of the worm's body is immersed in flesh and blood.

A smear of blood poured out of the body, burrowed into the body of the small insect, and the red light disappeared in a flash. The old man's eyes were ruthless, and he pinched the half of his body, and the worm roared sharply, and he broke off in response, picked up the jade bottle with both hands, and breathed out a mouthful of turbidity.

Pinched the half-broken insect and twisted it one by one, not in a hurry or slowly, and the remaining half of the insect that had just broken the palm of the palm slipped into the inside and disappeared.

As the insects were twisted into crumbs and turned into powder, the old man sprinkled them little by little into the bottle, and the gurgling bubbles suddenly increased a lot, and the black balls floated inside, up and down.

As soon as the powder touched the small black ball, he saw that the tentacle grew rapidly, and the crack was a little bigger, the old man looked at the scene in front of him, and couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, and felt some emotion in his heart, he never imagined that the soul power of this son would be so perverted, and the absorption of the condensing insect was so terrifying, it was simply devoured in the blink of an eye.

The speed of transformation is even more amazing, and the activity is terrifyingly strong, but when I think of that weird soul, I can't help but be staggered, the demon is not, the god is not like, the demon is plausible, and there is no positive shape anyway.

Half a day later, the little black ball suddenly had a human body, but it was less than two inches, and its shape was Yang Wei, with four hands and four feet, and three eyes, which were fully revealed, but it was a little naughty, swimming in the bottle, knocking on the wall of the bottle, presumably it was almost the same.

The old man stretched out his right hand, pinched the black soul, took it out, shook off the water stains on the surface, looked at the eyes before he opened his eyes, and couldn't help but sigh.

Perhaps, no one would have thought that there is such a way in the world, it is simply unbelievable, it is hard to cut off a part of the soul, and then conceive its vitality.

However, the disadvantages of this method are too great, first of all, if the activity of ordinary people's souls is not strong, it may cause sudden death when cut off, and even have too much impact on the main soul, damaging the main soul, and it is difficult to make up for it in the end of a lifetime, which is also a defect. What's more, the auxiliary soul is already weak and difficult to conceive, and it takes thousands of years at every turn, just like himself, in order to conceive his own auxiliary soul, he consumes countless resources.

And now although the secondary soul is extremely extraordinary, the two souls work together to intimidate the world, and others can't prevent it, and I don't know how many good hands are broken in his hands. But there is a hazard that he has not solved so far, the soul damage, it actually occurred when he broke the mirror, the soul wanted to die, the main soul was dying, the follow-up was weak, and the secondary soul could not preside over the overall situation at all.

For thousands of years, I have been licking my wounds secretly and trying to heal, but the wounds of the soul hurt the roots, and the source was damaged and difficult to repair.

In the end, we can only start from a different angle, recreate the method of dividing the soul, use active experiments, and pretend to borrow the hands of others, but to see if there are any other changes, to observe the subtleties, to study the changes in the soul, in order to make a breakthrough.

Therefore, in the past few days, he will work hard and do thankless work, which is also a kind of helplessness, as for whether Yang Wei can break through the realm, he can see it, it is great to help him, a small blood pill, no matter how wonderful it is, it is simple for him to improve.

However, in view of Yang Wei leaving, he can only make other plans, when he first saw Huang Chan and the two, there is no doubt that this stupid boy is the most suitable, the foundation is solid and strong, and it can be called not leaky, and secondly, Huang Chan is also good, it contains the vitality of thunder, and it is extremely powerful.

If she gives up her soul, she will definitely have a great success rate, unlike before, after hundreds of thousands of years of research, there is no successful example. Originally, the target was Yan Mengran, but now there is another live experiment, if you don't make good use of it, wouldn't it be a waste.

A hundred years of kung fu, in cultivating a person who has broken the soul, it is not a problem, and even using this hundred years of kung fu to observe the changes of the soul splitting, and observe the main and secondary souls, perhaps, you can find a way to break the realm.

The old man thought about it, cut his fingers, and a few traces of essence blood overflowed, and put it in the mouth of the two-inch villain, and the two-inch villain seemed to be aware of it, and when he sucked it, he swung his body sleepily.

The old man saw that the timing was about the same, and walked a few steps leisurely, Yang Wei, who was close to the bed, pressed it on his abdomen, and the blood-colored charm mark flashed, and he jumped out of his belly, rushed towards the auxiliary soul, and imprinted on the two-inch villain, and disappeared in a flash.

Suddenly, the villain burrowed into Yang Wei's body and landed on top of his soul sea, rubbing his eyes in confusion.

The old man wrenched his chin, and his bloody fingertips swiped across Yang Wei's face, and with a few clicks, a somewhat pitch-black pill was thrown out and swallowed into his abdomen.

Yang Wei slowly opened his eyes, and instantly leaned over, so angry that he was smoking, had a splitting headache, and died.

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