Feeling the squeeze of these vines, Shiraishi noticed that these vines didn't seem to have penetrated into his soul, as if it was just that kind of squeezing, and this squeezing made him instantly think of three words...... Soul Realm!

At the same time, these three words echoed, making Shiraishi's heart not as quiet as before, but his fingers plucking the strings did not stop, even though these three words echoed in his mind, but Shiraishi couldn't underestimate these skulls that were still coming in a steady stream at the moment.

"To improve cultivation, I remember that Master Xichen once said that when you want to step into the Soul Realm, you need your soul to bear a certain load, in other words, the strength of your soul must be strong enough. And although I am still in the cultivation of the Spirit Mystery Realm at the moment, the strength of my soul is already able to compete with an ordinary Soul Mystery Realm monk... And that Wan Lao also said that in this, he will get some cultivation improvements. All I need now is an opportunity!"

Shiraishi groaned in his heart, and a glint suddenly burst out in his eyes, as if he saw some hope, under the squeeze of this vine, not only did he not feel pain, but he thought that he was feeling some kind of baptism.

"If I use my soul to resist the squeeze of this vine, in this second level, there may really be an opportunity to break through the Spirit Mystery Realm and step into the Soul Mystery Realm. And when this opportunity comes, it is tempered by these vines. Then, if I really step into the Soul Realm, then it will definitely not be a problem for my soul to confront the soul of a Void Stage cultivator!"

In his heart, Bai Shi's fingers plucked the strings again, and under this pluck, Bai Shi's fingers seemed to have most of his cultivation, and this cultivation turned into a stream of liliang, gathered on the strings, and in the plucking of the strings, if an inexplicable law of heaven and earth was activated, it spread towards the void, causing several skeleton heads that suddenly came in the void to shatter together.

"Moreover, before the Taixu Period, the strength of the soul plays a vital role in the strength of the cultivation in the future! The strength of the soul means the strength of the cultivation in the same class in the future!"

At this moment, Bai Shi suddenly let out a deep sigh, not a deep groan. The sound and the sound of the piano mixed together, and at the same time, if the power of the sky was gathered in all directions, it not only shook away several skulls, but also seemed to disperse some flowing clouds in the sky that had not yet had a chance to transform into skeletons.

"I want to make my soul stronger!"

Bai Shi sighed again, a touch of burning oozed from his eyes, this burning made him stare at these skeletons for a moment, and then suddenly closed his eyes, as if he was feeling the breath of this void, when plucking the strings, with the echo of the piano sound, this piano sound is like an invisible big hand with a strong liliang, constantly tearing these skeletons, but Bai Shi is very clear that these skeletons want to be completely torn apart by it, especially in the sky, the transformation of many flowing clouds, this process is not a day or two, a month or two months can be completed。

It's just that he didn't realize that the moment his eyes suddenly closed, under the output of his consciousness, in this void, there was an invisible breath that permeated his body, and in the squeeze of the vines, it seemed to be warming his soul a little bit, but this kind of warmth was completely covered by the squeezing of the vines.

Three months have passed in a flash.

"Patriarch, there are five more Spirit Xuan Realm monks on the battlefield ahead, and the people of my tribe have thousands of casualties. ”

One day three months later, a strong man rushed to the front of the patriarch, and after bowing with his fists, he said in a deep voice. There was anxiety in his words, and even under that anxiety, there seemed to be a hint of disappointment.

The patriarch was not wearing a black robe at the moment, but a white robe, which was like a mourning dress, and even exposed the hair on his head, which was completely silver white, as if the white clothes on his body were blended together. However, when the breeze blew, the hair on his head was a little unkempt after fluttering with the wind, and although his hair was unkempt, he did not pay attention to it at the moment, but took his eyes away from the smoke floating in the sky and looked at the strong man.

With a long sigh, the patriarch's eyes seemed to be a little moist, the past elegance was gone, and the kindness disappeared without a trace. There was only a trace of desolation, only a trace of sadness, and said, "Have you brought back the corpses of those warriors?"

The strong man was stunned for a moment, and said, "After the laborious battle between Deacon Erhai and Deacon Luke, and other deacons, those corpses were brought back. However, some of our deacons were also wounded, especially... Deacon Erhai. ”

The patriarch's body was stunned for a moment, and in the frowning eyebrows, there seemed to be a trace of inexplicable unease, and the eyes that were so deep that they were almost dull and godless were even more worried at this moment, and said, "He, what's wrong?"

"Serious injury to my left foot, probably broken. The strong man was stunned for a moment and said.

The patriarch was startled, and walked quickly towards Wan Lao's wooden house, and before he reached Wan Lao's place, he saw a steady stream of wounded people heading towards Wan Lao's location. And in this void, in the rapid steps of the patriarch, he also heard a roar, which continued to come from this void with pain and madness.

The patriarch knows these voices, and this voice belongs to Erhai!

Walking to the location of Wan Lao's house, the patriarch saw that Erhai's expression was extremely painful at this moment, and in this pain, his body was lying flat on the extra wooden bed outside, restrained by several strong men, and seemed to be struggling.

Yun Yan was bandaging his broken left foot at the moment. Her expression was flat, as if she was calm. But only she knows that in her heart, there are waves of ups and downs.

The patriarch walked up to Wan Lao and said softly, "Wan Lao, how is Erhai's injury?"

Wan Lao frowned, and did not look directly at the patriarch, but sighed and said, "This... It's up to him to make it. Whether this foot can be saved depends on his mind. But even if it is saved, it is impossible to get out of bed without a month or two. ”

The patriarch took a deep breath, walked away from Wan Lao's side, walked to the place where the wooden bed was, and slowly stretched out his palm, which suddenly oozed a thick liliang, which was faintly white. With the appearance of this liliang, the patriarch touched the palm of his hand to Erhai's forehead oozing beads of painful sweat, and suddenly the liliang in the palm of his hand, where Erhai's eyebrows were, entered Erhai's body, making his body tremble again, and there was a boom in his mind.

But the booming whirlwind dissipated instantly, and in its place, it was the silence of Erhai. This liliang is the spiritual power output of the patriarch, and the infusion of this spiritual power temporarily controls the pain of Erhai's body.

Er Hai took a deep breath, the roar just now seemed to have never made him have such a comfortable inhalation, looking at the patriarch, Er Hai's eyes showed gratitude, and he was about to speak, but the patriarch preemptively said: "During this time, you don't have to think about anything." Just rest assured. ”

"Patriarch, but the other party has already dispatched a lot of Spirit Xuan Realm cultivators at this moment. Erhai looked a little anxious.

The patriarch smiled indifferently, this smile has not appeared for a long time, but if you look closely, this smile seems to contain a step towards death and destruction after the passage of time.

"Well, you can rest assured, I'll arrange it. ”

After the patriarch finished speaking, he turned to look at these injured strong men and said, "Fellow tribesmen, during this time, I have wronged you. You have worked hard for our tribe. However, this is our home, and no matter who wants to occupy our home, we will never allow it! Even if we die, we will take a few burials!"

The patriarch's words at this moment seemed very resolute, and even in this resoluteness, it seemed to contain a bit of grief and indignation, which made him look at these wounded people, and when he blended with the eyes of these wounded people, these eyes that originally seemed bleak and godless suddenly appeared a touch of agility, and under this agility, there was more firmness.

Yes, the Yunhe tribe is their home, and they will never allow anyone to come and occupy it.

"Anyone, even delusional, occupies our home!"

As the patriarch's words fell, and after a moment of silence, a strong man dragged his tired body, took a step forward, raised his right hand, and said in a loud voice.

As his words fell, these warriors, who had lost their morale, raised their right hands one by one at this moment and shouted loudly.

This voice instantly spread in the void, as if it spread to the battlefield, so that on the battlefield, Lu Ke and several other warriors who were fighting at the moment, as if they heard this voice, all set their eyes on the sky above the Cloud Crane Tribe. In this sky, it was as if I had seen a vision.

That's a familiar voice.

"The Cloud Crane Tribe... My home!"