【Abyss Corridor】

Silver Dust and the Ghost Mountain Soul were standing silently in front of the pale young man at the moment, and the atmosphere was a little weird. It was so quiet that you could even hear each other's breathing.

A ray of golden sunlight pierced through the thick canopy of trees overhead, through the thick and flowing mist in the air, outlining a halo on the pale boy's face, and he looked even weaker in the soft light, and the whole person revealed a fragile beauty that could be destroyed with one blow.

Silver Dust frowned slightly, he just seemed to vaguely see that there was a gap on the pale young man's forehead that was almost imperceptible, like a wound cut by a blade as thin as a piece of paper, faintly oozing blood outward—it was blood, but it would be more accurate to describe it as if something wanted to squeeze out of that slit. But now that Yinchen looked at it carefully, the young man's forehead was smooth and complete white skin, and there was nothing unusual.

Is it a hallucination?

Silver Dust rolled his eyes and looked at the ghost mountain crack soul beside him imperceptibly, he also looked like he was about to say something, but he didn't say anything.

The pale boy looked at the Soul with his amber-like pupils, "Do you want to ask me something?"

The Soul Gap hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and whispered, "If Silver Dust is the Heavenly Apostle of the previous generation, then he should have the same soul circuit as the previous generation of the First Prince, and his soul power should far surpass ours...... But as far as I can sense the soul power in his body and the way he moves his soul, he doesn't have this overwhelming advantage......"

"He's not like you. The pale young man's voice was as light as a burst of mist, as if it would disperse as soon as it was blown, "All you can feel is the soul circuit on the surface of his body, that is, the soul path of the seventh-degree prince who belongs to him, but at the same time, deep in his body, the soul circuit of the first-degree prince of the previous generation is sealed, under the appropriate trigger conditions." He could have regained the power of the once apostolic powers. ”

He ...... There are two sets of soul circuits in his body?"

"Right...... As a result, he has two different talents at the same time. The pale boy turned his gaze, and Silver Dust stood silently in front of him, like a snow-capped mountain, cold and distant. Silver Dust's eyebrows seemed to blow a cold wind that was enough to cut through the canyon, and his pupils seemed to be densely tumbling with white wind and snow, and his vision was hidden in the depths of the wind and snow.

"Two ...... Talent ......" Ghost Mountain Crack Soul's throat tightened slightly, and his deep voice became slightly sharp.

"Why do you know this?" The ghost mountain soul quietly moved a few steps forward. He turned and stood in front of the pale boy, confronting Silver Dust.

"Because three years ago, when your muscles and bones were shattered and your skin was cut by a thousand knives, when you were lying on the cold ground of Grant's [heart] without breathing, it was we who sealed the soul circuit of your once king, and at the same time gave you a new soul circuit that has never been seen in the history of Aslan, making you a seventh-degree king...... Of course, you won't have any memory of all this. The last memory you have left should be the one that has entered the [Dark State]......"

Silver Dust's pupils suddenly contracted sharply, as if he saw a ghostly look of horror rolling across his pale face, "Are you...... You ......" he subconsciously took a step back. He was frightened by the thoughts in his head, but he knew that this terrible thought should be the truth......

"If you've roughly guessed who I am, then ......" The pale boy raised his amber eyes. The faint streak of blood on his forehead seemed to ooze a bloody sweetness, "What are you still standing in front of me for?"

The pale boy's voice echoed faintly in the empty abyssal corridor.

A flock of black jackdaws scurried up from the depths of the ancient trees. Fly into the depths of the heavy clouds. In the distance of the cloister, an unknown soul beast roared, as if it was a call from hell.

Silver Dust bent down his stiff knees, and he slowly knelt down in front of the pale young man, his hoarse voice squeezing out from between his lips and teeth like dry grains of sand: "Silver Dust, the Lord of the Seventh Degree, listen to your orders, Silver Priest." ”

【West Aslan Empire: Wren Sea - Soul Tsuka]

Kirin was now carefully climbing the steep black cliff, the Snow Fang flapping its huge wings, hovering in the air a few meters away, it let out an anxious roar or two from time to time, its claws curled up nervously, looking very nervous.

Far above Qi Ling's head, the Heavenly Bouquet Youhua and the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring were standing on the back of the wide feathers of the wings. Tianshu Youhua's eyes were full of jealousy, and from her position, she could clearly see that Qi Ling was approaching the knight's spear that seemed to be ancient silver and covered with delicate patterns and carvings, and the thick golden waves were tumbling around it, and the golden light continued to rotate around the body of the spear, like a storm that swept away the surrounding Horcruxes like artemisia grass in a hurricane. The spear seemed to be the eye of a hurricane, constantly absorbing the surrounding golden soul mist, and occasionally one or two golden lightning flashed on the gun's body, followed by a clear and sharp roar.

On the way I flew all the way just now, I had never seen a Horcrux with such a violent soul power.

"Kirin, be careful, don't get too close to the fog. Lianquan said to Kirin from above, and as she spoke, she had already released the Chain of Rebirth, the glittering chain like a long snake that swam vigilantly around her body, as if ready to face unpredictable sudden danger.

Lianquan faintly felt a sense of oppression, but he couldn't sense the obvious movement of soul power around him. Maybe it's because the Horcrux is too close to the lower part of the abyss. Before he entered the soul mound, the ghost mountain soul repeatedly warned himself that he must not get too close to the bottom of the soul mound, and as for why, he did not explain it clearly.

Looking down from the location of the Ghost Mountain Lotus Spring, Qiling had almost been engulfed in the surging thick fog, his figure occasionally peeking out of the mist, and then quickly being swallowed up by the surging white mist.

Kirin raised his head, his hair had been blown wet by the thick mist, and the fine hair on his forehead was tightly pressed against his skin, making him look a little embarrassed and a little nervous. At this moment, his ears were full of the sound of the whistling wind, and the sound of the lotus spring coming from his head was blocked by the thick fog around him, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

Qi Ling adjusted the center of gravity of his body, and continued to climb towards the knight's spear with difficulty, the Snow Fang was closer to Qi Ling, so it was also shaken by the golden soul mist that was constantly exploding, but it still waved its wings vigorously, barely maintaining the distance between it and Qi Ling, carefully guarding him.

Qiling firmly grasped each Horcrux that had been pierced from the rock, and gradually approached the spear that was vibrating more and more intensely. At the same time, the "Sisya" fruit juice in his eyes gradually lost its effectiveness, and the surrounding golden soul mist was gradually becoming transparent, and the surrounding swirling and distorting air currents swirled cold clouds, making the position of the spear gradually become indistinguishable, and more and more violent soul power became invisible, and Qiling accidentally collided with a strand and almost made him fall down the cliff.

When Kirin finally grasped the hilt of the knight's spear with his hand, the Tooth of Cangxue couldn't help but let out a roar of joy, and Kirin turned around and raised his head, smiling and waving his hand at the lotus spring and the flower in the sky, making a gesture of "got it".

Lianquan flew down with his wings, ready to catch Qiling.

Qi Ling filled his hand with soul power, and then slammed his fist into the position of the gun's hole, and at the same time as the rubble exploded and shattered, the ancient silver spear suddenly disappeared! )