The old men of the Soul Clan took Ding Xiaoyi to a simple courtyard.

Ding Xiaoyi felt that Ye Qingqing's soul clone was imprisoned.

He looked at the old man of the soul clan in confusion,

And there was not much turmoil on the faces of those old soul clans.

An old man explained to Ding Xiaoyi:

"This soul clone should be your friend's, do you know how much soul power this soul clone costs?"

As soon as he heard the old man of the soul clan's question, Ding Xiaoyi was also stunned.

"Isn't the soul clone of the soul clan that can be condensed at will, and a soul clone doesn't use much soul power."

Ding Xiaoyi replied to the old man of the soul clan puzzled.

He felt that this was an ability unique to the Soul Clan,

Unlike ordinary cultivators, the primordial spirit cannot condense the primordial god clone.

"You, that friend of yours is so kind to you, this soul clone uses almost half of her soul power. Because her cultivation can't allow him to condense a soul clone."

The old man of the soul clan said with a smile to Ding Xiaoyi.

When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he was stunned.

The cold face that came to mind came to mind, and the face that was lukewarm to him began to become clear.

He didn't expect that Ye Qingqing's condensation of this soul clone would actually consume so much soul power.

"This silly girl",

Ding Xiaoyi's heart warmed slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Now that Ye Qingqing is missing, he thinks that Ye Qingqing will be in this bungalow area.

But what he didn't expect was that the soul bell only found Ye Qingqing's soul clone.

But Ye Qingqing's body was not found, and he faintly had some worries.

"Senior, has the Night Patriarch come to look for you?"

Ding Xiaoyi asked the old man of the soul clan again,

He could feel the smell of night in the house.

His soul mingles with the soul of the night,

and their flesh was blended,

He is very sensitive to the carefree atmosphere of the night.

The old men had strange expressions on their faces, and they looked at Ding Xiaoyi but didn't say a word.

"Did something happen to the Night Chief?"

Ding Xiaoyi asked another old man of the Soul Clan.

He faintly felt that something might have happened to Ye Wuwu, otherwise why were the expressions of these old men of the Soul Clan so serious.

"Actually, the patriarch didn't have an accident, she just went to find the artifact of the soul clan."

An old man of the Soul Clan replied to Ding Xiaoyi faintly.

Ding Xiaoyi was stunned, but he hadn't heard of any artifacts in the soul clan.

With his knowledge of the Soul Clan,

He only knew that the Soul Clan's exercises were different from those of the Soul Clan, and the Soul Clan had another artifact.

"This is the Zhen Clan artifact of my soul clan, called the Soul Suppression Tower, this artifact has been lost by the soul clan for many years, and none of my soul clan has found this artifact."

"The decline of the Soul Clan is also related to the loss of this artifact, and the artifact has been lost for I don't know how many years,

Generations of patriarchs of my soul clan have made it their life's work to find the Soul Suppression Tower."

An old man of the Soul Clan explained to Ding Xiaoyi.

"Soul Tower, what kind of artifact is this?"

Ding Xiaoyi heard the name Soul Suppression Tower for the first time, and this Soul Suppression Tower is also the soul clan's artifact.

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We don't know what the power is, but the Night Patriarch just stayed here for a few days before leaving. As for where the Night Patriarch has gone, I don't know."

A bitter smile appeared on the face of an old soul clan, and he explained to Ding Xiaoyi.

When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart.

I missed the night carefree, and I don't know if they have the fate to see each other again.

"Senpai, can you find her body?"

Ding Xiaoyi pointed to the soul clone that was imprisoned in Ye Qingqing, and he asked this group of soul clan elders.

"Of course, you can find it, but you have to use the soul bell in your hand."

An old man of the Soul Clan replied to Ding Xiaoyi.

"It's so good, can you trouble the seniors to find its body, the juniors think she may be in danger?"

Ding Xiaoyi had a faint uneasy premonition, and he said to the old man of the soul clan.

"It doesn't matter, as long as its body is still in the imperial capital, we can find it."

An old man of the Soul Clan comforted Ding Xiaoyi.

The soul-attracting bell in Ding Xiaoyi's hand was handed over to an old man of the soul clan.

The old man of the soul clan took the delicate silver bell,

He shook the silver bell lightly, and a crisp bell rang.

Another soul clan old man's soul power in his hand surged towards Ye Qingqing's soul clone, and the prohibition that imprisoned Ye Qingqing's soul clone immediately shattered.

Ding Xiaoyi looked at the cold figure, and he couldn't help but feel a tingling in his heart.

Ye Qingqing must have had an accident, otherwise why didn't she come to find herself.

"Whoosh",

Ye Qingqing's soul clone turned into a streamer of light and drilled into the soul-attracting bell.

The old man of the soul clan who was holding the soul bell quickly pinched the soul seal in his right hand, and one by one the soul marks were submerged into the soul bell.

After a few breaths, a dancing butterfly flew from the soul-attracting bell.

"You can follow this soul butterfly to find it has Benxiu, this soul clone has consumed too much soul power, and it can no longer be traced to Ben***."

The old man of the soul clan punched several soft soul powers into the soul bell, and the dancing butterfly shadow flew out of the courtyard.

"Thank you, seniors, juniors go to find friends first, and when you find friends of juniors, you will come to thank your seniors."

Ding Xiaoyi's figure echoed in the courtyard, and his figure had disappeared.

watched Ding Xiaoyi disappear

In the vast night, the faces of those old soul clan men showed complicated expressions.

"Old eight, do you want to tell this kid where the patriarch is?"

An old man of the Soul Clan couldn't help but ask.

"Alas, let it be, this kid and the patriarch will definitely be able to meet each other, and if there is fate, even if they tell him, they will not be able to meet."

The old man of the Soul Clan, who was called Lao Ba, had a wise glint in his eyes, and he said faintly to the other old man of the Soul Clan beside him.

"Also, the patriarch said, if this kid has anything to help, let's help him as much as possible, but I think this kid is not bad, but I don't know what the patriarch thinks in his heart."

Another old man of the soul clan said gossips.

"Alas, if it weren't for the Soul Suppression Tower, I think this kid would be a good match for the patriarch. If the Soul Suppression Tower falls into the hands of others, it will be a fatal blow to our Soul Clan."

"Our soul clan is about to be enslaved by other clans again, and the patriarch has no choice this time."

Another old man of the soul clan teased,

There is a mixture of worry and expectation in their eyes.

How did Ding Xiaoyi know that his identity had already been discovered by this group of soul clan elders.

And the broken affair between him and Ye Wuwu was also exposed by these old men of the soul clan.

If he heard this, he would be ashamed to dig into the crack

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It's just that he didn't hear the conversation of this group of soul clan elders at the moment, and he followed the soul protection butterfly and flew into the distance.

The speed of that soul butterfly is not fast,

It was a soul butterfly the size of a normal butterfly with a soft glow, and to outsiders it looked like an ordinary butterfly.

But Ding Xiaoyi knew that this soul butterfly was his hope to find Ye Qingqing.

He never thought that Ye Qingqing would actually consume half of her soul power in order to condense this soul clone.

Ye Qingqing showed that it looked cold as cold, with an expression of rejection thousands of miles away,

But he did so much silently.

The soul butterfly flapped its wings and flew towards a certain kind of imperial capital, and Ding Xiaoyi followed closely behind.

In that dazed night, this flying soul butterfly was particularly conspicuous.

Several figures swept towards the soul butterfly.

They want to catch this soul butterfly,

But a fierce sword aura rushed towards them, causing their faces to change.

Ding Xiaoyi's face was extremely ugly,

He dared to finger the soul butterfly that he was looking for, and he simply didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Ding Xiaoyi is dressed in cloth and looks ordinary,

Nature is not valued by others.

After a few flashes of sword, the masters chasing this soul butterfly had to retreat with a grim face.

"Where did the good baby come from, is it the legendary psychic jade butterfly?"

Another hearty laugh came into Ding Xiaoyi's ears, and a burly figure shot out from a distance.

The burly figure directly ignored Ding Xiaoyi's existence, and he reached out and grabbed the soul butterfly.