"What do you mean?" Feng Yutian frowned, and a bad premonition arose.

That's what it means literally. ”

"Make it clear. ”

"Your body has long been scattered by the soul of the sword of the Heavenly Sword, and in addition, your current divine soul is only a wisp of your primordial spirit, and this wisp of divine soul alone is not enough to support your contact with the outside world. The Soul Bell said as she peered at Feng Yutian's expression.

Although it is said that at this moment, it is just a golden bell in Feng Yutian's eyes.

However, this did not prevent it from peeking at Feng Yutian's expression.

Sensing that there was no discoloration on Feng Yutian's face, the Soul Bell continued: "Once you only rely on this wisp of your current soul to contact the outside world, without three sounds, you will be wiped out, and there is no possibility of resurrection.

So, at this time, the container is very important. The container here is equivalent to an intermediate hub, allowing you to easily contact the outside world without harming your soul. ”

Hearing this, Feng Yutian thought for a moment and said, "Can you find this container casually? Or is there a restriction?"

Although her subconscious told her that there must be limitations.

However, she still had a hint of expectation and asked such a sentence.

After all, if there is one more limitation, then there will be one more obstacle when you get out of her.

"Of course there are restrictions!"

Although Feng Yutian at this moment, he couldn't see the face of the soul bell clearly.

However, from the dementor bell's underwhelming tone, Feng Yutian could clearly feel that it was despising her.

Feng Yutian squinted, and in the next second, she raised her hand slightly and grabbed the little golden bell.

Then, with a little effort, she had a great look, not dragging the golden bell off her wrist, and vowing not to give up.

Feng Yutian just exerted his strength here, and in the next second, the pitiful voice of the soul bell came into Feng Yutian's ears: "There is something to say, there is something to say, don't drag me, it hurts." ”

It's too miserable, it's an ancient artifact, and it's okay if someone takes it and concludes a blood contract.

At present, it is necessary to humbly ask people to raise their noble hands.

The artifact is also aggrieved enough to do its part.

Hearing this, Feng Yutian raised his eyebrows, and then said with a smile: "I see that you have never had a long memory! Next time, if you are yin and yang, it will not be such a simple lesson." After saying this, Feng Yutian let go of the hand holding the soul bell.

"I promise! no, I swear! I will be loyal to you! I will swear allegiance to the death!" said the Dementor Bell solemnly.

Although it is said that as a machine spirit, it is theoretically immortal.

Feng Yutian frowned: "No matter how poor?"

"Not poor, not poor, in fact, the problem of this container, it is not difficult to say, it is not easy to say.

Because your current soul is too fragile, you can only find that kind of container with low exclusivity.

Generally speaking, it is the kind that is natively easy to control. Otherwise, once the original soul in the container is stronger than your divine soul, then, when your divine soul enters the container, not only will you not be able to integrate into the container, but you will also be devoured by the other party until it disappears. ”

For fear that Feng Yutian would be unhappy, he shot at it again, and this time, the soul bell said in detail:

"However, because your current divine soul is too weak, it is really difficult to find such a container, to be honest. It really couldn't bear to tell her that her current divine soul was, at best, only worthy of those animals and plants that had not been cultivated as containers.

No, it's not so much that it's unbearable, but rather that it doesn't want to be affected for no reason.

After all, once it tells the truth, according to the temper of this third prince of Feng, even if it doesn't die, it will lose its skin.

Hey, after all, how did she hold on to such a fragile divine soul in the territory of this ancient artifact?

Forget it, now is not the time to think about it.

Thinking so, the Dementor Bell continued: "Moreover, although this way of going out through a container is convenient and quick, there are also many sequelae. ”

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, the reason why you can't get out now, in the final analysis, is because your soul is too fragile right now. ”

"So what?" this little thing, what's the wrong idea? Feng Yutian narrowed his eyes.

"I have a way to help you repair your soul. ”