The yin wind howled, like a whirlpool, blowing into the distance.

Liu Bian's soul was wrapped in it, unable to struggle, swaying, drifting farther and farther.

When he looked back, he saw that the body was still sitting still, motionless.

Without the support of the body, the lonely soul will be drowned in the sea of suffering in the world, the wind is like a knife, the light is like a flame, and the fire is like hell...... Any slight movement in the outside world would be a huge disaster for him, as if the sky had fallen, and in the end he would have to end up in a miserable end.

"I have to save myself......" Seeing that his soul was about to fall into the boundless darkness, Liu Bian suddenly woke up with a wit.

If it continues to sink like this, there will be no other person in the world from now on.

He was reborn and got the brain of the Heavenly Dao, but after all, he still suffered a big loss that no one pointed out.

Practicing alone, many taboos are not known, he rashly walks out of the shell, and it is difficult to survive when encountering the yin wind.

When he reached such a situation, despair and fear inevitably rose in his heart...... and many other negative emotions.

But now is the time for crankiness.

Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement.

In this huge world, he can't rely on anyone, he can only rely on himself from beginning to end.

Liu Chang lifted his spirits and put aside all distractions in order to save himself.

With this thought, the divine soul also fluctuated, shrinking rapidly, from an eight-foot-tall body to the appearance of a newborn child.

Although the soul body has become smaller, it has become more and more solid.

The yin wind gusted, like a tornado, raging and mighty.

Compared to the previous inability to resist, he finally managed to stand firm and forcibly resisted the pressure.

Liu Bian carefully felt his current state, like a kite with a broken string, fluttering in the wind, and his fate was difficult to control.

Woowoo......

The air was whistling endlessly, and those ghosts were hovering and whistling around like headless flies, as if waiting for the moment when Liu's soul would fly away, devouring his scattered thoughts.

"Huh, a kite with a broken string!" The situation was extremely dangerous, Liu Bian's heart moved, and his eyes suddenly locked on those ghosts.

Since the kite has broken strings, why doesn't he make up a string or even a rope himself?

"Dementors!" he snapped into action.

Liu Bian used all his strength to restrain the aura of the divine soul without spreading the slightest, and a wisp of thought stretched out like a rope, slender as a thread but very tough, like a hungry wolf rushing into those yin spirits.

The soul is out of the shell, and it is difficult to resist the power of heaven and earth, but it has its own miracle.

These yin souls are just the remnants of mortals after death, how can they resist the divine souls that the immortal people have tempered for thousands of years?

Liu Bian's mind rushed into it, with a little masculine atmosphere, like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, and washed them into pieces.

As if encountering a supreme king, these yin spirits were suppressed by him, refined into a mass, and then rapidly transformed, and finally formed a pitch-black chain.

"Go!" Liu Chang's heart moved.

The iron rope was in the air, extremely tough, and it was actually wrapped around his body.

"Drink!" Liu Bian's soul fluctuated, and he suddenly pulled with force, and he was dragged back out of thin air.

"It really works!" he was overjoyed in his heart, and he dragged and pulled repeatedly, but he was gradually getting closer and closer to the main body against the raging wind.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Suddenly, a gust of wind struck.

The wire rattled and trembled, and seemed to be about to break through it at any moment.

"It's not enough for such a little Yin Soul!" Liu said darkly, only one step away from returning to his body, he no longer had the slightest reservation, and activated the divine soul with all his might.

The thought spread rapidly, gradually enveloping the surroundings.

Some thoughts were blown away by the yin wind, which immediately made him so sad that he almost fainted.

But he still gritted his teeth and held back, and his thoughts swept out.

Those ghosts that wandered farther away suffered one after another, and they were all refined.

The soul chain in Liu Bian's hand became more and more thick and solid, like an entity.

"Hey!" he jerked.

Whimper.

There was a whistling in his ears, and his spirit had forcibly broken through the yin wind and left.

Liu's body shook violently, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he had returned to his body.

"It's finally back!" he secretly rejoiced.

It's dangerous!

Next time, you must think twice and not put yourself in danger.

Suddenly, his face turned pale, and he almost fainted.

"It's not good! The soul is greatly injured!" Liu Bian instinctively visualized the Heavenly Dao Brain, and his thoughts rose and fell, gradually calming down.

The vicissitudes of providence have not changed through the ages.

In the face of endless years, no matter how powerful the natural disasters are, they will be wiped out.

Liu became one with heaven and man, as if he had blended into the long river of time, and the idea of loss gradually recovered.

After a while, Liu Bian opened his eyes with a helpless face.

But time is pressing, and the enemy is by his side, how can there be so much time for him to recover?

He barely recovered three or four percent.

Immortal scribe and martial arts student, Liu Bian originally thought that he could rely on the advantages of his immortal martial practitioners to inflict heavy losses on the enemy in one fell swoop.

Now that the divine soul has been greatly damaged, I am afraid that the power of the immortal path will not be able to exert itself, adding many variables.

"Boss, drink!

"Don't get drunk!"

"Brothers, have a good drink!"

......

It was late at night.

One by one, the bandits were drunk and laughing wildly.

Liu Chang followed the prestige, his eyes were cold, revealing a ruthless murderous intent.

But he didn't rush into action.

Only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one win a hundred battles.

If he is not sure of victory, he will never take risks.

Just broke through, Liu Bian slowly sat down and carefully felt the changes in himself.

"Finally become a scribe!" he sighed in his heart, and suddenly shouted: "Attribute table!"

"Name: Liu Bian

Age: 14

Identity: Abolished Emperor

Cultivation: Scribe (Immortal Dao), Martial Arts (Martial Arts)

Physique: 87

Spirit: 128

Force: 102"

Familiar data comes into view.

These days, he has been practicing diligently and making rapid progress.

This physique has jumped from 58 to 87, but the biggest change is the soul.

Originally, his divine soul was close to the critical point of 100, reaching as much as 99.

Now, with the help of Realm Breaking, the number of divine souls has reached as many as 128.

As a result, the force broke through the 100 mark and reached 102.

"Okay!" Liu Chang's face was delighted.

Although these bandits are fierce and vicious, he is not a vegetarian.

The leap in physical attributes gave him enough confidence.

"And this ghost!" Liu Chang's eyes flashed with silver light, and his hand made a move in the air.

The remnants of the ghost whirled, turning into a chain and disappearing into his cuffs like a snake.

Liu Chang had a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

These bandits were brutal and slaughtered the village.

These yin spirits are born because of them, and when the time comes, let them taste the power of these yin ghosts, then it is really evil for wicked people to have evil retribution.

Liu Chang's steps were gentle, subtle and silent, and he swept out.

"Huh?"

The bandits in the courtyard were still full of food and drink, and one by one they fell to the ground and snorted loudly.

Only the leader stood in the center, putting on a peculiar posture, carrying qi and blood, and it was extremely hot, and there was boiling steam coming out of his body.

The pile frame is very peculiar, in the shape of a horse and a dragon, and it is a rare and superior kung fu.