Absolutely not my father

The steaming teacup, the incense lingering in the incense burner, the scroll with wet ink, the brightly lit hall...

At a certain moment, the ghost head on Ling Juebi's chest suddenly burst into black light, and swallowed most of the gold thread at once. When the black beads that appeared in front of him were absorbed.

The golden light flitted around inside the black bead, but it couldn't break through, and was covered in the black light that was about to shine in a short while.Swallowing the golden light, the black beads flew back to the stone platform, and finally sank into the ghost head on Ling Juebi's chest.

At the same time, Ling Juebi opened his eyes, a dark light flashed across his eyes, and the murderous intent that had not dissipated almost surged out from his eyes. Wherever his eyes went, it was daunting.

Ling Juebi's eyes paused for a moment before he lowered his head to look at the heavy object on his body. From Ling Juebi's angle, he could only see the top of his jet-black hair. It was this that made the sleeping memory in his mind gradually After returning to the cage, his face changed drastically in the next second.

"Luoan? Luoan?"

Ling Juebi hurriedly sat up and helped Luo Wen who was lying on top of him. At this time, Luo Wen was so pale that his lips lost all color, and his breath was extremely weak. If Ling Juebi's spiritual sense was not strong enough, he would almost think He is a dead man.

If in the past, when someone else lay dead in front of him, Ling Juebi would have to enjoy a good show in his spare time, and then go up to make up for it and walk away.But now, he no longer has the mood to watch a play.

"When will this seat be reduced to the point where you, a little foundation cultivator, should come to save me? It's just stupid!"

Ling Juebi's face was gloomy and terrifying, and he was very displeased with Luo Fan's self-assertive behavior. If Luo Fan was awake now, he would probably be frightened by the evil spirit around Ling Juebi, and then made up his mind to ignore this arrogant man again. life and death.

Although he looked like he wanted to strangle Luo Fan to death, Ling Juebi didn't stop the movement of his hands. He supported Luo Fan's back and let him lean on his chest, and a spiritual force entered Luo Fan's body along his wrist.

The more you probe Ling Juebi, the uglier his face becomes, and he can hardly suppress his anger in the end. Originally, Luo Fan was seriously injured outside the hall, and now he is under the mental attack of Xian'er. Luo Fan is not stable at all. My soul is almost overflowing.

The soul is scattered, which is often said to be the soul of the soul. The soul is the foundation of the monks, especially the low-level monks who have not yet cultivated the Nascent Soul. The soul is very fragile, and it will overflow if you don’t pay attention. easy.

Normally, the soul is hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness. Ordinary spells will not break through the body's defenses and hurt the soul at all, but there are always some spells that directly attack the soul of a person. This time, Xian'er used It is the way to directly deal with the spirit.

Once Ling Juebi dies in the illusion, his soul will also disappear, and Xian'er can take over the body logically. If Ling Juebi escapes the pursuit in the illusion, his mental power will also be weakened due to fatigue, and Xian'er will then be able to take over the body. Children who fight against it will also gain the upper hand.

What Xian'er didn't expect was that Ling Juebi didn't enter the inner hall alone, he also brought Luo Wen with him. There was no other way, Xian'er had to drag Luo Wen into the illusion, so he had to allocate part of his strength to restrain him. Luo Jian directly weakened Xian'er's ability.

Unlike Ling Juebi, Luo Fan's death in the illusion is not real death, but every time after Luo Fan's death, Xian'er will consume the soul power to pull Luo Wen into the illusion again, the more Xian'er's power weakens, The weaker the suppression of Ling Juebi is, the higher Ling Juebi's cultivation in the illusion will be, which is why Luo Fan will take the initiative to die in Mingyue City.

But although Luo Fan will not really die, his soul will be affected. It is like a person who keeps dying and resurrecting, and who is resurrected from the dead is prone to go crazy. Now Luo Fan is about to be driven out of his wits because of that time and time again.

It is not easy to condense the overflowing spirit and soul, it needs the right time, the right location, and many things to prepare. Anyway, the current Luo Jian will not give Ling Juebi so much time to build those complicated magic circles. Part of the spiritual power was injected into Luo's body to repair Luo's injuries and suppress the speed of the soul's overflow.

Half an hour later, Ling Juebi withdrew his spiritual power, flew down the stone platform with Luo Wen in his arms, and placed Luo Wen on the bed in the main hall. Ling Juebi sat by the bed, stared at Luo Fan for a moment, and finally couldn't hold back and turned towards Luo Wen. Luo Wen's head stretched out his hand.

This time, Ling Juebi didn't rub Luo's hair, but put his finger close to Luo's cheek, it was cold and soft, like a pinch of electric current flowing, Ling Juebi touched it and retracted it.

After a few breaths, Ling Juebi pursed his lips tightly, holding a cold face, and slowly put his finger close to Luo Wen's cheek again, until it covered the skin, Ling Juebi realized that the thin half of his cheek was actually in contact with his palm About the same size.

The fingertips slid across Luo's cheeks. Although he was already very familiar with Luo's appearance, the touch from his fingers still made Ling Juebi feel very strange.

Ling Juebi looked a little dazed, and when he realized what he was doing, a trace of displeasure flashed across his eyes, and he immediately took his palm back.

At this time, Luo Fan's face was still pale, but it was not like the one that was about to turn transparent and disappear at any time at the beginning. Ling Juebi really hated Luo Fan's face when he died.

After thinking about it, Ling Juebi stood up and walked to the center of the hall, spent a quarter of an hour arranging the formation, then forced out the bead on his chest, and let it fly into the formation. When the formation was activated, Ling Juebi began to untie the black bead. prohibition.

As soon as the restriction was lifted, the golden light immediately rushed out and ran out, and finally bumped into the enchantment of the magic circle without any accident.

Ling Juebi stood outside the magic circle, looking at Jin Guang coldly, until Jin Guang confirmed the status quo and stopped in the circle before opening his mouth lightly.

"It's only now that I think about running, don't you think it's too late?"

Indeed, even if he used to be the famous Demon Ancestor, there is only a wisp of remnant soul left now. Since he lost, he will admit it. Instead of thinking about how to escape, it is better to think about how to cooperate with Ling Juebi, so that he can devour it in reverse. The person he is obsessed with is not a simple character, maybe he can find a new body for him.

Thinking of this, Xian'er stopped talking nonsense.

"Tell me, how can you let me go, you didn't ask me to come out to chat, did you?"

This was the first time Ling Juebi heard Jin Guang speak. The young man's soft voice sounded very comfortable, but Ling Juebi didn't give him a good face because of it.

"I want to save him."

"That little foundation-building monk?" Xian'er's voice was a little lazy and teasing, but one could imagine Xian'er's character just by listening to the voice.

"I just want to hear the method, not the nonsense."

"There is a way, but it depends on whether you are willing."