The intense burning sensation filled Ye Wuwu's nerves at this moment.

The fire of the soul does not burn the body.

Think it's a good thing?

It's a pain that goes straight to the soul.

Rao is Ye Wuwu, and he almost felt fainting for a moment.

Fuck you Momiji fox.

Ye Wuwu finally realized that what the red leaf fox said, where is the kindness, it is clear that he dug a fire pit for himself to jump.

And I still can't say what I suffer.

At that moment, Ye Wuwu didn't hesitate any longer, his figure flashed, and he rushed out of the flames directly.

Ye Wuwu's figure disappeared in a flash, but the burning texture on his body still existed.

Hey, haven't you already burst out of the flames?

Ye Wuwu looked up with some doubts.

His pupils constricted, but he couldn't speak for a while.

But he had already walked out of the flames, and his body was lying flat on the ground in front of him, motionless.

But in the flames, there was still an illusory figure belonging to Ye Wuwu.

This appearance is very familiar to Ye Wuwu.

It was not much different from the illusory figure of the black-robed Taoist before.

This is the soul, or most directly, the soul of a person.

Whether it is the primordial infant that is conceived in the realm of the primordial infant, or the soul of the god, in essence, it is the soul of a person.

This soul fire directly separated Ye Wuwu's body from his soul.

The body has come out of the flames, but the soul is still bound in it.

"Momiji Fox, what's going on!"

Ye Wuwu shouted, his voice was a little irrepressible pain.

Even if Ye Wuwu's bones were shattered by the spiritual pressure under the heavy spiritual pressure of the Moon Lake before, he never let out a cry of pain.

The pain at the moment is visible.

This pain does not come from the body, but directly from the soul.

The soul of the foundation building monk is not much stronger than ordinary people in essence, and only when he reaches the realm of Yuan Ying and his soul turns into the essence of Yuan Ying can he barely have some strength.

The voice belonging to the red leaf fox came, and the words were still flat, but not cold.

"Concentrate on God, think about your flesh, and go out."

Centric God?

Ye Wuwu closed his eyes slightly, and the flickering illusory figure was condensed for a moment.

He took a step forward.

But I still can't get out.

"Can't get out."

Ye Wuwu made a simple but affirmative response.

The words of the red leaf fox came next, and this time, there was a little more faint eagerness in the words.

"Try again, impossible, this soul fire ......"

Ye Wuwu shook his head.

He interrupted the other party's words and asked blandly.

"Have you ever seen a soul fire before?"

After a moment of silence, the red leaf fox responded.

"Nope."

"But what this black-robed Taoist said in his memory...... and among the ancient books......"

The soul that belonged to Ye Wuwu was a little helpless, but he didn't listen to it anymore.

What is in the memory of the black-robed Taoist, and what is in the ancient books, is not necessarily correct.

Maybe his current situation is just a wordless word from the red leaf fox.

But at the moment, I don't have the heart to care about what is right and what is wrong.

Ye Wuwu looked down.

Half of his body has gradually become illusory at this moment, disappearing.

This is his soul.

It was the first time Ye Wuwu had seen his soul.

Out of the body, that's something that only a Yuanying realm monk can do.

Ye Wuwu has now done this in a wonderful way.

Of course, this is not a good thing.

Ye Wuwu's face was a little distorted and trembling with pain, but the look in his eyes was simply relaxed.

He didn't make any moves, just stood calmly in the soul flames, letting the flames wipe out his body little by little.

Ye Wuwu felt that there was no way.

So it began to rot.

In other words, waiting for death.

"Let's do it all over again."

Ye Wuwu said to himself in his heart.

There was a slight trembling sound on the ground ahead.

Ye Wuwu opened his eyes and looked, but he saw himself.

"Self", or rather his own body, sat up gently at this moment, although his face was still the same, but his eyes were full of purple at the moment.

"Take it."

"Myself" suddenly spoke, his voice was a little awkward, it sounded weird, but it was extremely cold.

A cloud of red light popped out of "oneself" hand, and flew through the soul fire without the slightest hindrance, flying into his own spirit body.

An inexplicable feeling of comfort arose spontaneously in his heart, but with the injection of that red light, the pain of being burned by the flames was alleviated countless times.

It was the previous Soul Power Light Cluster.

Most of the body that was burned by the soul fire reappeared again at this moment.

The fire of the soul burns the soul.

And that red mang, is the purest soul power, don't say that Ye Wuwu is a foundation building monk, even if it is a god cultivator, he is also eager to do it.

The flames annihilated the body, and then the red light flowed all over the body, but it was reborn.

Annihilated and devoured, but resurrected.

And so on and so forth.

I don't know if the soul fire is too strong, or if there is not much left of the red mang, the feeling of intense pain once again spread to Ye Wuwu's body.

Another red light injected into Ye Wuwu's spirit.

Time flickered, and in this way, I persevered a little more.

But the pain became more and more intense.

Ye Wuwu's gaze was almost crazy now.

Under the boundless pain, his mind was lost, and it can be said that he is almost unconscious now.

"Bastard...... This is the last way, and if I give my soul power again this time, I will fall into the same deep sleep as before. ”

Ye Wuwu's body gritted his teeth at this moment, but his voice was full of entanglement.

Another ray of light injected into Ye Wuwu's spirit body, and unlike before, this light was filled with purple intent.

This is the most primitive soul power of the remnant soul of the red leaf fox.

It's also a shame that the Red Leaf Fox was a god cultivator before, and he already has a research and application for the divine soul, otherwise, I'm afraid he won't be able to give even a soul power.

Sure enough, when this last purple intention was given, Ye Wuwu's body fell to the ground again, and there was no movement.

In the small altar, only the blazing soul fire remained, and the illusory figure struggling in the flames.

Bai Mang turned, but it was the spiritual power ball of light, which had been brought into the flames by Ye Wuwu before.

The white light flickered slightly, but it slowly overflowed, blending with the soul flame.

I don't know how much more time it was, I don't know how long it was.

Bang, click......

Like the popping sound of a firewood burning out......

Inside the altar, the never-ending flame of the soul, which seemed to have been burning for a long time since ancient times, was quietly extinguished at this moment.

Bright glass shone from the altar, but it was fleeting.

A figure slowly walked out of the torch.

Step by step, step into the void.

The figure is no different from ordinary people, except for no clothes, everything is no different from ordinary people.

But if you look closer, you can see that it is still a spirit. 、

A spirit body that is extremely condensed and no different from ordinary people.

He slowly opened his eyes.

The eyes are like colorful glass.