The main peak of the broken clouds, the clouds are swirling, and the snow is faint.

The bronze masked man placed Su Xingchen in the small bamboo building he had built himself, and his five fingers floated in front of him for a moment, intending to try to uncover his mask again. As soon as his hand touched the black mask, he retracted it and sighed, "If you don't want it, why do it to others?"

He condensed his luck and stroked his palm on Su Xingchen's chest, but he felt that there was no breath, his heart stopped beating, and only a wisp of warmth remained, and he sat on the ground silently at the moment, his eyes were full of divine light, and the spirit was supported by the wind and the qi, and it spread out like a mist between his eyes, gathering more and more, condensing into a phantom with a palm, and from under Su Xingchen's mask, he entered Su Xingchen's body against his nostrils.

The veins of the ten thousand dragons in Su Xingchen's body were completely eroded by the sword qi, like a weeping poplar in defeat, and it was ruined. This kind of sword qi specializes in destroying the imperial veins, but it does not damage the flesh and blood organs too much. Rao is like this, his imperial veins have dried up, he has been hit hard, and he has been dead for a long time!

A little of the spirit of the bronze mask man secretly thought, this kid's body was damaged like this, whether he could be resurrected or not, it depended on his creation, but he didn't know whether his own soul had been separated from the body. As long as he repairs his severed veins little by little with his own strength, I'm afraid it won't be able to do it in a single effort. For the sake of today's plan, only by finding a wisp of his soul and consciousness that may not have left his body can he have half a chance of life!

His soul sneaked into Su Xingchen's body, and in front of him was a "devastation" of flesh and blood. His face, in the depths of the dark flesh and blood, was not clear, but he still didn't seem to want his true face to be shown in front of Su Xingchen, and wiped it in front of his face with his hand, and a surging royal aura was born, condensing into a dark cyan mask, wrapping his face, revealing only two scorching eyes.

The bronze masked man waved up and down in Su Xingchen's body, waving his palms up and down, connecting the imperial veins that were cut off inch by inch, and then using a little wind and qi to stimulate the imperial veins and make them vibrate again. There are more than 10 million imperial veins around the body, and the spirit of the bronze mask man moves faster and faster, passing through Su Xingchen's body, connecting the severed imperial veins little by little, from the center of his eyebrows, straight into his mind.

"His body is so badly damaged, even if he connects his ten thousand royal veins, I'm afraid it will ...... I'm afraid I won't be able to stand up for a year and a half......" The bronze masked man shook his head and sighed.

His spirit was in the void, and he came to the door of a great black face. The four sharp and bleeding white teeth of Sen Ran stretched out the upper and lower jaws extremely strangely, and the two huge secluded crystal pupils were like a demonic lighthouse in the dark night, illuminating the face of the bronze masked man red!

This huge black face is Su Xingchen's demon mask!

"Who dares to trespass into the City of Demon Faces?" a ghost-like voice came from between those two jaws. An invisible coercion surged over the world, instantly enveloping the bronze masked man.

Excitement, arrogance, and a bit of surprise mixed together, impacting the iron heart of the bronze masked man. This feeling is a strange feeling that he has never had since he dominated the world!

The bronze masked man's eyes flashed with indescribable coercion, and he instantly broke through the powerful momentum that shrouded his body.

"Not bad, not bad, the spiritual qi cultivation is good!" the ghostly voice exclaimed behind the black face.

The Bronze Masked Man snorted, raised his palm, and scraped lightly at the fangs underneath.

Blood flowed down the fangs into the mouth of the giant black face. The black giant face trembled suddenly, as if the awakened desolate giant beast opened the two crystal pupils that were like lighthouses, and the demon light was even more dazzling and weird, illuminating the void red!

A powerful suction force rushed out of the crack of the black face's mouth, enveloped the bronze masked man, and swallowed two lips!

At the end of the wilderness, a high city towered up to the sky, and the sky was full of flame-like clouds, illuminating the earth red!

The bronze masked man trampled on the white bones of the wilderness and walked towards the great city step by step.

At the head of the city, a crowd of people was gathering. The two soldiers flew down the city, landed in front of the bronze masked man, and shouted, "Who is coming?"

The bronze masked man didn't answer, but looked up at the sky, his face gradually changing.

In the sky, blood-colored clouds gathered, like the water of the abyss, disturbed by invisible forces, forming a huge whirlpool. Occasionally, there were scattered black fragments, scattered in the blood-colored clouds, drifting back and forth. The bronze masked man's eyes were sharp, and it was when he saw those black dots that his expression changed!

But then he saw something even more astonishing!

A young girl dressed in a big red veil and a crown of pearls on her head stood on the head of the city, like a goddess flying away, and kept stretching out her hand towards the sky! Every time she stretched out her hand, Ling practiced her invisible strength, penetrating the sky, and picking a black spot under the clouds was as easy as a light flower.

It's just that every time he stretched out his hand, he stirred up the supreme power in the clouds that seemed to be a hidden seal, and drew out lightning that shattered the void, wanting to cut the hand shadow that was like a match!

But the palm of the hand came and went freely in the densely woven cracked lightning, constantly picking up the black dots like sesame seeds in the clouds, and gently lowering the city!

The bronze masked man looked at the two soldiers in front of him as if they were nothing, and only took a few steps, and the invisible coercion pushed the two soldiers away. He walked in the sky, and in an instant he floated up to the top of the city.

The Maiden City Lord Yan Liulu didn't seem to see the arrival of this strange guest at all, but continued to pick up the black dots in the sky and carefully placed them on the city's head.

The black dots are a few feet away in front of you, but they are pieces the size of a palm, or the nose, or the fingers, or the lips, or the kneecaps, as if a person who has been cut by a thousand knives has been turned into pieces, scattered in every corner of this bewitching city, and is picked up by Yan Liuying piece by piece from the four corners of the sky, pieced together into a vague figure!

The bronze masked man suddenly realized that this broken figure was Su Xingchen's divine soul!

When a person dies, all the breath of the soul is scattered like the wind. However, some people's soul breath, because their minds and divine consciousness are extremely powerful, can spontaneously condense the soul breath around them into a divine soul after death, as if in a dream. Generally speaking, people who have not cultivated to the Soul Hidden Realm are unable to control their soul breath freely and form a divine soul, but in an unconscious state, such as a dream realm, such as death, they can condense their soul breath and form a divine soul.

After the soul is condensed, it is a whole body, not just a wisp of soul breath. Therefore, when Su Xingchen blocked the former master Murong Longyuan to slash the sky with a sword, he was slashed and died. It was only because he had a strong mind and divine sense that he was unwilling to die that his divine soul was condensed and formed!

However, Murong Longyuan's Heaven Slashing Sword Qi was too powerful, and it still completely cut the divine soul formed after his death into pieces! And these fragments all fell into the Demon Face City because of his powerful consciousness and divine sense!

"You've stepped on my fallen leaves!" a murky voice came from behind the bronze masked man. He turned around suddenly, but he didn't notice that there was already a low-haired old man standing behind him, covered like wisps, like a beggar, thin and diaphysis, like a dying man, and there was no look in the eyes of the two cloudy yellow old men, like a walking corpse. But it was this walking corpse, standing silently behind the bronze masked man, that he didn't even notice!

The Bronze Masked Man stood at the head of the city, a few scattered dead leaves at his feet. He took two steps back and said abruptly, "You...... Who are you, and what is this place?"

"Didn't our master tell you? This is called Demon Face City, what is the name of old decay? The years are too ...... It's been too long, I can't remember......" The old man Xiao Fa gently swept away the few fallen leaves, shook his head, and sighed.

The bronze masked man's eyes fell on the neck of the gray-haired old man, who was so thin that wisps of green veins appeared, that he suddenly froze his breath!

"You...... You're an Evil Eagle!" The Bronze Masked Man exhaled with difficulty. In his impression, the evil eagle is a legend that exists in the history books, a great legend, the four-winged eagle king who crisscrossed the Shenwu Nine Continents more than 700 years ago! Unexpectedly, after 700 years, the evil eagle's soul has become a street sweeper in this desolate and dead city!

The old man Xiao Fa sighed: "Evil Eagle, hehe, I'm just a street sweeper, I don't remember the name of Evil Eagle for a long time......" Gently waving his drooping roots, he walked in front of Yan Liuying, the girl city lord, with a respectful expression. The bronze masked man looked at the graceful and dignified demeanor of the girl city lord, as if he looked at the arrogance of the world, and he could see that this person was the master of this dead and withered city, and he was also the mysterious person who summoned himself in, and even outside the black face, he fought once with his spiritual energy!

Some of the soldiers who had fallen from the city rushed into the city, swords and spears. The girl city lord Yan Liuying said lightly: "Stand down." Her voice was not loud, but she exuded a kind of momentum that overwhelmed the heavens and the earth, which was irresistible! When the soldiers saw that the city lord had spoken, they immediately lowered their hands and retreated, all of them expressionless, as if they were living dead.

Yan Liuying finally picked up the sky and the city, the four corners of the wilderness, and the scattered pieces of divine soul fragments. Each fragment of the soul seems to be able to see the shape of the original soul breath, condensed one by one, embedded in the fragment like a tadpole, some of the soul breath is complete, and some have broken from it!

Yan Liuying raised her head slightly, letting the bead curtain scatter messily, revealing a stunning girl's face, which moved the bronze mask man!

Her hands were hanging empty, each pinching a trick, and her eyes were slightly closed. She was covered in holy light, seeping out white brilliance like a bubbling stream of water, and a thin beam of light like a match, twisting and turning, flew out of her body, and then penetrated into Su Xingchen's shattered soul phantom.

Every ray of white brilliance, soft and delicate, is like a divine needle that makes up for the cracks in the sky, shattering Su Xingchen's broken soul, and sewing it together piece by piece!

The Bronze Masked Man was dumbfounded. Even though he is a god and a brave warrior and is the crown in the world, he has never seen such a magical qi control technique, which can stitch up the divine soul! If it were him, he really didn't know what to do in the face of this pile of divine soul fragments!

Right in front of his eyes, the fragments and cracks, like snow melting and dissolving, gradually disappeared and bridged together, and even the originally broken wisps of soul breath were also infiltrated by the beams of white streamers, and then joined together!

When all the fragments of Su Xingchen's divine soul were stitched together, the bronze masked man could clearly see that although he was already in the form of a sincere person, the surface of his body was still densely covered with fine cracks! He is a super master of Qi control art who cultivates the Divine Soul, so he naturally understands the truth of the Divine Soul.

It turns out that the divine soul includes three souls and seven spirits, and these three souls and seven spirits are condensed by the soul breath of different castes. When the three souls and seven spirits form a soul bridge with a specific structure and connect with each other, a complete divine soul is formed.

Right now, Su Xingchen is only stitching up one of the souls! Those delicate cracks that are densely covered in his body are actually deeper soul or soul cracks!

Yan Liuying still raised her head slightly, her beautiful eyes were half-open and half-closed, not revealing a trace of expression, but the forehead that was as smooth as jade seemed to ooze fine sweat, which was evaporated by the heat, and dissipated invisibly in a blink of an eye!

The bronze masked man was stunned! For a moment, his heart seemed to be twitched.

The brilliance that overflowed from Yan Liuying's body gradually changed color, becoming a faint cyan, like threads, and once again surrounded Su Xingchen's divine soul body, like a spider web, and the sound was soft.

Those fine lines disappeared a little again, and Su Xingchen's body also began to change color, but it turned into a rare red!

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The light that overflowed from Yan Liuying's body changed color nine times, and Su Xingchen's divine soul body also changed color nine times. Finally, all the cracks in his soul body were gone!

Su Xingchen moved and opened his eyes.

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