In the mountains, a middle-aged man, with an indifferent face, looked ahead, the aura that emanated from one end, the demon beast far above him, the middle-aged man's expression, there was no change, he just, lightly raised his hand.

Huo Ran!

"Whew!"

With the middle-aged man's palm turning into a knife, when he gently slashed in the space, a sharp light, with a roaring sound, broke through the air, and this void was suddenly extremely distorted!

Seeing the strength coming, the demon beast that cultivated far above the middle-aged man, although it had turned into its body, still felt the breath of death, its whole body jumped, and its sharp claws, like sharp blades, cut away fiercely against the strength.

"Peng!"

Sharp and powerful, like a divine weapon, after cutting off the sharp claws of the demon beast, continue to sweep out, in an instant, cut off from the head of the demon beast, neatly divide the demon beast into two halves, the cutting place, smooth as a mirror!

"Whew!"

The middle-aged man exhaled heavily, and in his eyes, a sense of joy emerged, obviously happy that he was happy that the power of his martial arts had increased greatly.

But suddenly, his heart ached, indescribably painful!

"What's wrong?"

Holding back the pain in his heart, the middle-aged man asked himself softly, and after a while, he seemed to think of something, and his face suddenly changed.

"Meng'er, Ye'er, what's wrong with you? It's Ye'er....Ye'er, what's wrong with you, what's wrong?"

Deep in the mountains, Jedi, the smell of blood lingers around, as if there are white bones scattered, although the wind is constantly howling, it can't make the smell of blood have the slightest sign of weakening and dissipating, here, it is like hell on earth.

In the very center of this purgatory, there was a stone platform made of black jade, and on that stone platform, there was a figure sitting cross-legged.

This is a middle-aged woman, wrapped in purgatory, the woman is obviously not in a good state, but she seems to have adapted to this place, despite the blood, her face is still quiet, as if in an ethereal spirit.

At a certain moment, the figure that had been sitting quietly for ten thousand years suddenly opened his eyes, and those beautiful eyes became a little sluggish and godless because he had not looked at his body for many years.

But despite this, after an instant, there was an incomparable pain in the beautiful eyes!

"What...what's wrong...."I haven't spoken for many years, so it's a little intermittent, but the woman's expression gradually became hideous, looking at the sky from afar, and shouting!

"Let me out, let me out!"

In the soul realm of the Soul Mountain Range, Chen Ye was lying flat in mid-air, because the natal soul was far away, the look in his eyes became more and more dissipated, and when he arrived at Zuihou, if anyone was here, he could only see that the black and white eyes were only a little bright.

It's like the whole shijie, the sun is about to fall, the black curtain has slowly opened, when the night will really come, in the sky, there is only that light left.

If this light dissipates, then the night really comes, and in the same way, if that little light dissipates from the pupils, then Chen Ye will eventually become a walking corpse in this life, either waiting for death to come, or directly become a part of the space, and disappear forever.

Chen Ye didn't want to give up, but he knew in his heart that he couldn't hold on, and he didn't have any means to hold on....Just when Chen Ye's consciousness was about to completely disperse, suddenly, several voices crossed the boundary between space and time, and forcibly came here.

"Ye'er, what's wrong with you?"

"Chenye, what's wrong with you?"

"Chenye, you promised me, you won't have an accident, cheer up...."

"Chenye, we three brothers, but we have to stand on the top of the peak together, you are not there, how can it be counted as the peak?"

One by one, the eager sounds turned into light and shadow, and lightning poured into Chenye's mind, and suddenly, a series of figures were derived, which were clearly reflected.

"Zixuan!"

"Ling'er!"

"Eldest grandson girl!"

"Ye Shuo, Yitian!"

Chen Ye murmured softly, and the figures that appeared one after another were all gently called.

"Daddy...."

When he turned to another figure, Chen Ye seemed to regain a little strength, and when he looked at Zuihou's figure, his scattered consciousness suddenly condensed, and an emotion that had been suppressed for many years erupted like a volcano.

"Mother!"

"Night!"

The gentle figure, as if walking out of the painting, turned to Chenye's side, gently stroked his cheek, and smiled softly: "Ye'er, remember, when you were looking at the mountain in the north, did you promise your mother?"

"Mother...."Chen Ye raised his hand, trying to hold his mother's hand tightly, but he had no strength, he couldn't raise his hand.

"You promised your mother, you said, you have to live well, even if you can't continue the path of martial arts, you have to take care of your father, you have to wait with your father for your mother to come back, so, how can you bear to sink like this?"

"If one day, my mother comes back and I can't see you, how do you let my mother and your father face this shijie?"

"Child, wake up, mother and your father, waiting for you outside, our family, to be reunited...."

"Mother...."

Chenye's natal soul has been far away, but this sentence is still shouted from the depths of the soul, and the reflections of that one by one are all shattered, and all the people who see it are far away at this moment.

But Chenye still saw that when they left, they were eager and longing.

"Ahh

The long howl immediately reverberated in the soul realm, as if thunder descended on the world, stirring the void, and bursts of wind and clouds surged, making the entire soul realm seem to be about to collapse!

"Natal soul, come back!"

Chen Ye Huo Ran stood up and looked at the sky in the distance, in his eyes, the essence surged, and that decisive momentum seemed to penetrate the void and appeared around the distant natal soul.

"Come back!"

Chen Ye shouted loudly.

The space trembled, and that figure, in the body, seemed to have infinite liliang poured into, and the bright purple light amplitude out, and the natal soul broke free from the shackles of the soul liliang, and the body moved, and swept back like lightning.

"The deity!"

Entering the consciousness space, the natal soul has the fear of the rest of his life, and he knows very well that if he can't be brought back just now, then he will also melt into this heavenly soul liliang, and then become a part of them, and never separate from each other again.

Chen Ye nodded, still looking indifferently at the sky, where the vast soul liliang once again condensed into a pitch-black spear, sharp breath, vast and vast.

The spear broke through the air, and along the way, the space collapsed, and an extreme destruction liliang, and in an instant, it was surging like a tide in front of Chenye.

"Buzz!"

The heavenly sword broke out of the body, and the domineering sword seemed to have been suppressed for countless years, and at this moment, it was fiercely slashed!

The piercing cracking sound resounded in the sky, and the terrifying liliang made Chen Ye retreat like lightning, but his eyes never left the pitch-black spear composed of soul liliang.

The power of the Heavenly Sword's own urging could not make the pitch-black spear show any signs of collapse, although for some unknown reason, Chen Ye could not exert the power of the Heavenly Sword to the extreme, and the strength of the latter was still conceivable!

Chen Ye's eyes watched the battle between the Heavenly Sword and the Pitch Black Spear for a moment, and his mind was racing rapidly.

The hole cards he has, the heavenly sword and other three divine objects, not to mention protecting his integrity here, is to deal with this look, it is not a full attack, it is very difficult.

One-style martial arts, destruction knife, Xuan Emperor Xuan Ming hand, cold sun shooting moon arrows, eight desolations and six slashes, put in the real shijie, the power is extremely great, with these four types of martial arts, Chen Ye crossed, cross-level battles, there is no problem.

But in the face of the attack of the soul realm, it is more than enough to have more than enough strength!

If you want to survive here, you have to be strong, your natal soul is also strong, and the Ancient Emperor Hall has to be even stronger.

But the three of them are stronger, obviously, the time required for the natal soul and the ancient emperor hall is much longer than the night itself, and it is absolutely impossible for the two of them to grow to a terrifying point in a short period of time.

Even Chenye itself, here, it is impossible for cultivation to have the diligence of the past, the aura of heaven and earth here is too small, therefore, the power of space will not be too much, and it cannot give Chenye enough energy to cultivate, and he has no time to cultivate.

Then, the only powerful way is to improve the power of one's own martial arts, so as to deal with the attack of the soul world, if you stay put, even if you get through the catastrophe this time, you will still not be able to survive in the soul world in the next night.

Martial arts improvement!

Chenye's mind was suddenly immersed in the four martial arts, to perceive, the way that he had already felt, to see if he could get a deeper understanding from it, so as to enhance the power of martial arts.

The shadows of the one after another kept floating and appearing in the mind, and they were all the insights that came from the cultivation of the night, and the mind sank into it and felt it carefully.

Time passed little by little, and in the end, Chen Ye sighed softly, every martial art was created after countless experiences of predecessors, all the essence already existed, if you want to change and improve, the difficulty is no less than ascending to the sky.

Otherwise, anyone can create powerful martial arts, and then martial arts will not be valuable.

After sighing lightly, Chen Ye did not give up, he also knew in his heart that what he wanted to do was not so easy to do, he once again, his mind was retracted, and his soul lingered in the shadow of the Dao in his heart.

Just when the idea of impossible success emerged, suddenly, Chen Ye sensed that his ring trembled slightly, and immediately, there was an old breath, and it immediately came out.

"This?"

The power of Chenye's soul immediately entered the ring, and it was found that the movement was a simple jade slip, and this jade slip recorded was a martial art of shooting moon arrows on a cold day.