Jiang Wangchen has not thanked Hua Youyou for his help, but the attack of other unjust souls has come, the strange thing is that these unjust souls have all chosen to go around Hua Youyou, and unanimously launched a fierce attack on Jiang Wangchen from all directions, Hua Youyou was surprised in his heart, and he did not stop in his hands, and it was another trick that fell into the bustle one after another, trapping most of the unjust souls, but the number of unjust souls was so large that she alone could not parry, and a few petite wisps of smoke flexibly surrounded the blossom group and flew towards Jiang Wangchen.

"Be careful. ”

Before Hua Youyu's words fell, there were already wisps of smoke touching Jiang Wangchen, Jiang Wangchen made a long fist move, with his domineering fist intent, and shook ripples in the air, but it just fell on the wisps of smoke, as if falling into a quagmire, there was no movement, only the ethereal wisps of smoke blasted out of a fist-sized hole, and this hole was not a few seconds later, and it was quickly refilled by the surrounding gas, no different from the beginning.

Jiang Wangchen looked at the punch he was brewing with all his strength, but he couldn't do the slightest damage to this mist of unjust souls, his expression changed color, and his heart was terrified, and the wisps of smoke didn't wait for Jiang Wangchen to retreat, but directly through his armor and through his chest.

Hua Youyou felt that it was too late, so he could only hurriedly make a move and fell in front of Jiang Wangchen without a shadow, and then looked at Jiang Wangchen stunned aside, his eyes were empty, as if he had been ingested by the three souls and seven spirits, although the attack of this unjust soul was unscathed to the body, but it was difficult to estimate the shock in the heart.

Jiang Wangchen's eyes were scattered and unfocused, but he saw a strange and quiet picture, it was a pair of swings tethered under the old banyan tree, and a child was sitting on the swing, grinning, trying to swing the swing to the highest with his strength.

But soon the scene turned, and he turned into a rough-dressed farmer, holding a newly blooming wildflower in his hand, pacing back and forth at the gazebo, it turned out that waiting for a person who had been secretly in love for a long time was this quiet and tense tension in his heart.

As the soul of injustice penetrated Jiang Wangchen, who had no power to resist again and again, the picture in his eyes also changed again and again, who did you want to tell yesterday's story, the old woman added a few more high incense sticks in front of the old grave, the baby flashed her watery eyes, curiously looked at the bloody knife light, and the woman who picked the new mulberry was softly calling the sleeping son.

In the quiet and beautiful of everything, I heard the name that was called over and over again, "Jiang Wangchen?"

In response to the sound of "pop", I only felt a burst of heat on my cheeks, and the hollowness in my eyes began to slowly return to my senses, and finally regained its brilliance, and the previous peaceful picture disappeared, and returned to the secret room illuminated by scarlet blood light.

Jiang Wangchen, who woke up in shock, only felt physically and mentally tired, his consciousness was hazy, and he felt a sour numbness on his cheeks, and saw the white smoke flying towards him, and hurriedly retreated, just being mixed by his own heels, like a broken kite, stumbling backwards, and his right hand instinctively held the petals split by the dragon blood cauldron, but was cut out of a bloody mouth by the sharp opening and closing. Seeing that the wisp of smoke was about to hit again, Jiang Wangchen hopelessly made the long fist of the army again, but his feet were floating and he could not gather momentum, which made his punch weak and weak, and even he himself was extremely dissatisfied. The wisps of smoke swept through the air like a comet, colliding with the dwarfed punch, Jiang Wangchen closed his eyes, trying to build an iron wall in his heart, but he knew that he had never learned this kind of mental method, so he had the right to struggle and resist as self-deception.

It's just that this meaningless delusion seems to have worked unexpectedly, Jiang Wangchen closed his eyes for a long time, and no more unjust souls penetrated his heart and touched his heartstrings, let alone memories that did not belong to him appeared in his mind. Jiang Wangchen opened his eyes and saw the wisp of unjust soul that had just swooped down towards him, and only his head was left at this moment that was being scorched and devoured by the yellow flames. The unjust soul looked at Jiang Wangchen in levitation, Jiang Wangchen also looked at the unjust soul, and he saw a fiery smile in the white cloud-like smoke. With a smile and fluttering, it turned into white ash, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind that will eventually fall to the ground, and this white ash is also destined to fall into the black circle.

As soon as the white ash fell into the circle, it caused an uproar, and the circle was frightened, and all the ink-colored breath boiled and fluttered, no longer moving around the pentagram as regularly as before. Until the white ash turned into dots of white light, falling on the inky gas filament, black and white, blending and merging, turning into nothingness.

The flower is faint and unknown, but recalls the sentence in its blood cauldron, "Cause the resentful soul to eat back, break it." "Isn't that exactly what we're looking for?

"I know how to crack it, just now I have been meditating in my heart, I have a heart as strong as steel, these unjust souls will be self-defeating. Jiang Wangchen, who had been helpless, finally didn't have to be beaten in embarrassment, and said excitedly.

Hua Youyou glanced at him, and saw through his excited expression at a glance, with an excellent face, and not to be outdone, he said, "Don't be happy too early, isn't it necessarily as you said, look at your arrogant appearance." ”

And at this moment, all the unjust souls stopped floating and stared straight at Jiang Wangchen. Suddenly launched a group attack on him, Jiang Wangchen was confident, and repeated the silent recitation in his mouth: "The heart of steel ......"

"Whew", that was the sound of the unjust soul passing through his body, Jiang Wangchen watched in disbelief as if the unjust soul was once again as if there was nothing, freely passing through his heart, only feeling that all the desires and beliefs in his heart had been hollowed out, leaving only disgust and despair. Jiang Wangchen rejected this negative thought in his heart, and he was powerless to resist, he only felt that these feelings were familiar, the misanthropy of being abandoned when his father ran away, the powerlessness of the present world when his mother died, the suspicion of life and friendship when the second brother betrayed and the life and death of the eldest brother were unknown, all the emotions surfaced in his heart, and lingered again and again, trying to destroy his mind. It's just that in the darkness, there is still a little bit of tenderness, gentleness that refuses to give up. Drive away all the negative emotions that are trying to pull him into the abyss.

The sadness, heartache, and doubt were quickly melted gently, and what remained in the heart was not only the memories of yesterday, but also a little bit of warmth, which was free and open.

Jiang Wangchen suddenly woke up, all the difficulties in his heart disappeared, and then looked at the smoke in front of him, he must have been destroyed by his iron heart again, and he was carried away and surprised in his heart, and he couldn't help but smile between his mouths.

"You big idiot, you're still giggling there, hurry up and attack them with your injured hand. Hua Youyou was so anxious that she roared at Jiang Wangchen, who was standing beside him and smiling like an idiot.

"Fists are useless to them, only the heart of steel ......" Jiang Wangchen was stopped halfway through his rebuttal.

"Stop making steel or iron, and do as I say. Hua Yu yelled anxiously, scolding angrily in his heart, what a hopeless big fool.

Jiang Wangchen said "oh" with great dissatisfaction, and he still did what Hua Youyou said, hey, don't say it, this effect is really similar to his heart of steel.

Jiang Wangchen set of marching long fists down, most of the souls were scattered, Hua Youyou had no worries, so he concentrated on chanting the language of flowers, the white ash that was burned by the soul, under the guidance of the language of flowers, turned into a brilliant light, illuminating the secret room, the rich smell of blood gradually disappeared, and the long-lost softness slowly dissolved in the secret room.

"How do you know that in addition to my powerful heart of steel, this wounded right hand can also work. Jiang Wangchen smashed two wisps of smoke with another punch.

"Don't break the steel, I think it's your wounded hand, with your blood. Just when you were corrupted by the soul in the second round, you struggled wildly, and your right hand accidentally touched the soul, and it ignited the soul, that's why I think so. ”

"Isn't it really my iron heart and strong will?" Jiang Wangchen was still unsure about the mistake, and said: "You said that these unjust souls, I really don't know what to think, knowing that my right hand will wipe them out, and I just rush in this direction." ”

Perhaps this is their last request, and it is also their final destination. Hua Youyou sang the flower language again heavily.

Hearing this, Jiang Wangchen's strong heart of steel suddenly had mixed feelings, and he wanted to show mercy, but the few remaining unjust souls did not weaken the offensive, but attacked him more persistently.

When the last wisp of smoke turned into white light and white dots under Jiang Wangchen's long fist, Jiang Wangchen put away his fists and feet, watching them converge in the white light under the effect of the flower language. The white light is fresh and bright, no longer breeding anger and resentment, in the secret room, like a glimmer of fire, like a starry star.

Look at the magic circle again, the abdomen and back are under the enemy, and the purple air mass that has just been suppressed by it begins to move again, taking the opportunity to resist the magic circle again, and the white light is more directly overturned in, directly colliding with the black gas above the magic circle, and finally at this moment, ushered in the long-awaited response, the fanatical and blazing white light, will never choose to retreat, let alone choose to obey, my fate is always in my own hands, even if I don't have a heart of steel, I am still my own master.