The white-purple soul lamp descended inch by inch, slowly sinking in the undulating dark river.

One-fifth, one-quarter, one-half......

Seeing that most of the soul lamps had sunk underwater, the tall and thin soul clan suddenly had an indescribable surprise, desperately squeezing the last bit of soul power, and continued to cover the soul lamp.

However, at the last moment, the soul lamp suddenly ignited a purple flame, gently rebounding his soul power.

The tall and thin soul clansman snorted, and staggered back a few steps weakly, if he hadn't been held back by others, I'm afraid he would have fallen to the ground in embarrassment.

"How so...... I'm obviously about to succeed, why don't you admit me!" At that moment, the soul clan was obviously emotionally disturbed, and roared angrily, which was then quickly translated to Mo Feng by the mutter.

The Soul Clan's Kasha stepped forward indifferently and ordered a few people to carry him away.

At that moment, the soul clan struggled desperately, and roared: "It's not like this, I will definitely succeed! You don't admit it to anyone, what do you want! I can't be without a king for a day, and I can't be without a king for a day......

Kasher watched expressionlessly as he was dragged away, his voice still rumbling and vibrating in the underground dark river world, but it was getting weaker and weaker.

Finally, a member of the Soul Clan's Soul Clan couldn't help but say: "Lord Kasher, I can't drag it out any longer, now no one can get the approval of the Soul Lantern except you, his last sentence is right, my Soul Clan's one day without a king!"

The Soul Clan's Kasha was silent for a long time before he sighed softly: "Do you think I haven't tried, in fact, even I can't get the approval of the soul lamp." ”

"How can this be...... the henchman was suddenly struck by lightning.

Kashe said hoarsely and tiredly: "The thousand-year festival has suffered heavy losses, the Yin God Spirit is missing, the God is angry, and the punishment is on us, what can I do......"

The Soul Clansman said in a trembling voice, "My lord, are you saying that the gods don't want to protect us anymore......"

Kasher fell silent again, and said very lightly: "If it is just the wrath of the gods, maybe we can make up for it and reunite the clan fortune, but I am afraid...... It's because the gods are powerless, and there is no way for me to have a new king in the Soul Clan......"

The Soul Clansman beside him trembled and said in confusion, "Impossible...... The Yin God lasts forever, and there is nothing that the gods can't do......"

The Soul Clan's Kasha did not speak.

At that moment, the soul clan couldn't help but say angrily: "My lord, we must arrest those Terran soul masters, otherwise if this situation continues, I'm afraid that my soul clan will really ...... Really ......"

Kasher said with some discouragement: "Capture them back? Do you know where they are? Even if we know, can we cross the line to arrest people? Even if we dare to cross the line, can we really succeed? At that time, all the staff went out to round up the three of them, and finally they finally caught one, but it brought ruin to my soul clan, and I have already regretted not doing it at the beginning......"

The atmosphere was silent for a while.

"You go back first. Kasher suddenly regained his composure and said lightly.

The Soul Clansman saluted, and gradually drifted away.

After a long, long time, the Soul Brake Clan Kasha knelt on the ground tremblingly, saluted in the direction of the soul lamp, and said bitterly: "The Yin God is above, my clan is both prosperous and lossy with you, please give us a way out, otherwise my Soul Brake Clan may be in danger of destruction!"

The white-purple soul lamp floated silently on the dark river, and the misty light that spread out was reflected in the sparkling waves.

Tick, tick.

Except for the crisp sound of water dropping on the rock wall falling into the dark river, there was only a dead silence all around.

"Our clan can't be without a king for a day, but where is the new king of my soul clan......" Kasher stood up in despair, like an aimless lonely ghost, stumbling into the darkness in the distance.

It took a long time for Mo Feng to dodge out from behind the rock wall on the other side, and at the same time asked in the sea of souls, "What are you going to do?"

The Yin God Spirit said angrily: "Of course, the easiest way is for you to let me out, and I will enter the soul lamp to communicate the main consciousness, but I know that you will definitely not rest assured." ”

It's quite self-aware.

"But I have to use the soul lamp as a medium to communicate, so there is only one way, you channel the power of the soul lamp into your soul sea and make contact with me. ”

"Casually introduce foreign forces into the soul sea, even if you want to borrow a knife to kill people, you don't have to be so obvious, right?"

After being tortured for so many days, the Yin God Spirit has long lost the arrogance of not eating the fireworks of the world, and has completely degenerated into an emotional ordinary person, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but say anxiously and angrily: "This is not good, that is not good, what do you want? I have always been suppressed by your Horcrux, even if I borrow a knife to kill someone, why should I compensate myself?!"

Hearing that the Yin God Spirit was indeed on the verge of a volcanic eruption, Mo Feng could only believe it once.

This can't blame him for being too cautious, if Zichen pays the price of his life in order to save them, of course he is not willing to take any risks. He just didn't want to take the risk but got nothing, so much so that in the end there was no hope at all.

Perhaps it is because, after getting this hope, his state of mind is no longer unwavering, but has become a source of gain and loss.

At another time, when he had doubts about the words of the Yin God Spirit, Mo Feng would definitely choose to get to the bottom of it and take the initiative completely in his own hands, but now......

Forgive him for not being able to maintain absolute sanity and calmness anymore.

The girl behind him leaned on his shoulder unconsciously, her body still had a warm temperature, and a few naughty wisps of green silk slid down his shoulders to the front, occasionally passing by his face, gently tickling.

It was as if she had always been there and never left.

He also wanted her to be there all the time, not just a shell.

Therefore, even though there were still some doubts in his heart, he still quietly stepped forward and walked to the closest place to the soul lamp on the shore.

So close that it was as if you could touch the white-purple light as soon as you stretched out your hand.

The powerful soul power of the Ink Wind Split Spirit Realm spread out slowly, and thousands of threads spread out, carefully approaching the soul lamp that was carrying the sinking and floating.

As a result, he didn't encounter any obstacles or rebounds, and he went deep into the core of the soul lamp so easily, and saw a cloud of purple light like a yin god's spirit.

When the soul power and purple light fused together, Mo Feng only felt that he had sunk into a completely different world, and as far as the eye could see, there was a vast purple qi, deep and shallow, light and dark, although it was cold and cold, but he did not feel cold and piercing, but like a fish swimming in water, extremely close and comfortable.

In a trance, I don't know how long it has been.

When the purple light in Mo Feng's pupils gradually dimmed, the white-purple soul lamp on the dark river had disappeared.

The Yin God Spirit didn't wait for him to speak, so he took the first step to explain: "What's so strange? Why do you think those people want to immerse themselves in the soul lamp, it is because when the soul lamp touches the bottom of the dark river, that is, the place of extreme yin, can they best communicate with my main consciousness, and soon his power will be transmitted to me through the soul lamp, and when the time comes, in the process of soul conjuring, you don't let anyone disturb me, including yourself, otherwise you don't blame me if something goes wrong." ”

Mo Feng couldn't help but be slightly stunned, he didn't expect that he was a fox and a fake tiger, and with the help of the power of the Yin God Spirit, he easily sank the soul lamp to the bottom of the dark river, and he wanted to let those Soul Clansmen know that he had to die alive.

What he didn't know was that the outside world had changed dramatically at this time.

There is purple light falling from the sky to the depths, like a purple Milky Way hanging upside down between heaven and earth, and like a giant waterfall that is endless, reaching the sky and the earth.

The purple light fell like rain, swaying all over the sky, as if countless purple fireflies were hovering in the sky, so beautiful that it was suffocating.

The earth was trembling, and countless Soul Clansmen ran out of the simple stone house, staring blankly at the incomparably magnificent vision of heaven and earth, which was shocked for a while.

The Soul Clansman who had been dragged away and was emotionally out of control like a madman was suddenly silent for a moment, staring at the purple waterfall deadly, and then laughed wildly like a nervous maniac: "Soul Immersion Lamp! Soul Immersion Lamp! Soul Immersion Lamp...... Hahahaha, Soul Immersion Lamp, I succeeded, I must have succeeded, I am the king, I am the new king of the Soul Clan!"

The two Soul Brake Clansmen who were holding him were shocked aside by him, and they looked at each other in disbelief, and one of them trembled and said, "There is hope for my Soul Brake Clan...... Is it Kasher-sama......"

"What a kasher! What a thing is he! You, that is, you don't call me king, I am the new king of my people!" the madman clung to him, dancing and shouting.

The other looked at him with pity, and simply struck him his soul core, causing the madman to dream on his own in a coma.

"What do you care about him, quick, let's go to the Dark River to see who has become the new king of our clan!" The previous Soul Clansman trembled with excitement.

At this moment, millions of Soul Clansmen rushed to the dark river from all directions, like a hundred birds pilgrimage to the phoenix, like saints worshipping.

Although Mo Feng didn't know what was going on in the outside world, he always felt that it was easy to change after a long time, and just as he wanted to urge a few words, he saw a beam of purple light projecting down, enveloping this area.

Bathed in the purple divine flower, Mo Feng felt that his soul power seemed to have changed, but he couldn't say anything specifically. But he didn't care about that at all now, just reminded, "Can you start?"

"Didn't I already start, don't bother me next!" the Yin God Spirit didn't have a good breath.

I saw countless purple lights surging around, as if they were being moved by some invisible hand, rippling like water, and contrasting with the dark river.

Mo Feng gently hugged the purple-clothed girl horizontally, and his gaze couldn't help but fix on her beautiful face.

In fact, when he got along before, he didn't look at her carefully at all, but he had the impression that he thought she was very beautiful, but when he really recalled her face, it was always blurry.

It was as if she was shrouded in an impenetrable fog, and as if she was ...... He had never calmed down to take a good look at her.

Look at the shallow bangs on her forehead, look at her eyebrows that are not slender but still very good-looking, look at her long eyelashes like butterfly wings, look at a few innocuous little moles on her forehead and sideburns, look at her soft red lips that are not cool, and look at her delicate and beautiful face although immature.

How hopeful...... She opened her tranquil and clear eyes now, like a lake without waves in winter, shallow and faint, good as water.

Perhaps, soon.

Or perhaps, all the bamboo baskets are empty.

It was the first time for Mo Feng to feel so at a loss, he could be calm in the face of life and death, but at this moment, he was wrapped in boundless anxiety and tension, and he couldn't struggle no matter what.

I don't dare to hope, but I can't help but hope.

A person who has never believed in ifs is full of ridiculous ifs at the moment.

If she could wake up, everything would be as usual......

But...... Is there really such a if......

If so, what if?

The sea of souls rippled with the incomprehensible chanting of the Yin Spirit, the melody was not good, and it could even be said that it was bleak and cold, but Mo Feng's anxiety and anxiety gradually calmed down a lot.

It seems that the sea of purple light in front of him is also dancing with the song, and the scattered broken light is like a prosperous star shower, and like the purple petals flying in the sky, clean and dusty.

Purple light fluttered down one after another, floating on the girl's body, as if it was integrated with her purple clothes, like a robe glowing.

It's really glowing, and the girl's dead and empty soul sea is glowing.

This picture is so peerless.

The purple light was surging and surging, like a great river that did not know where it came from or where it was going, between the rivers was a dazed ghost, and behind the river was a vast and boundless nether.

In the darkness, there seemed to be some dots of purple light floating in confusion, unconsciously merging into the girl's glowing soul sea.

Little by little, like a faint spark.

But no matter how faint the spark is, it will eventually start a prairie fire.

Her soul has become a sea of light, a little purple light sparkling, rising and falling between the ebb and flow of the tide.

Mo Feng looked at it in a daze, as if she would open her eyes in the next moment.

However, on the far side of the netherworld, there seemed to be some invisible force desperately sucking, and the purple light that merged into the sea of purple dust and souls gradually became powerless to resist, as if the iron powder attracted by the magnet stone was forcefully pulled over.

"You're looking for death!"

Mo Feng was suddenly covered by boundless violence, and his soul sea swept out of the waves, like the water of the heavenly river, smashing into the depths of the netherworld.

"Boom!"

"Whoa!"

The Netherworld River set off a big wave, and those scattered purple points of light were instantly swept into a lot, and they all sank into the river and disappeared.

"Dusty!"

Ink Wind shouted anxiously, his soul power turning into a barrier, and he was forced to stand between the purple points of light and the Netherworld water, but he still couldn't stop them from being sucked away.

I don't know if it's his hallucination, those purple points of light flickered and dispersed, as if a pale-faced girl appeared out of nowhere, looking at him with a complex expression and soft eyes, revealing a familiar light smile.

She opened her mouth slightly, as if to say something, but no sound came.

What she said was, I'm sorry.

Mo Feng understood the shape of her mouth, but he didn't understand why she said sorry.

It's obvious that he's sorry for her, how can she ever be at fault?

Why do you have to say sorry at the cost of your life?