After a long time, Leng Peiran exhaled like blue and said softly: "Husband, don't let people see this joke.﹛ (~ o ​​~)y﹜"

Ye Ning laughed "haha", deliberately kissed Leng Peiran on the cheek and said: "Xiao Ran, don't worry, Brother Sang is not an outsider. Oh, by the way, what did you gain from this retreat?"

A few years ago, Ye Ning discovered an unpopular magical power called "Soul Forbidden Technique" from a large number of strange objects handed over by the disciples of the Disillusionment Sect. After some research, he found that this technique might be able to solve Leng Pei's problem.

The problem of the soul of the water spirit god residing in Ran's sea of ​​consciousness. So Leng Peiran began a several-year retreat.

Hearing Ye Ning's question, Leng Peiran looked ashamed and said helplessly: "Although I have successfully practiced the Soul Confinement Technique, it is not as good as my husband thought and cannot deal with the soul of the Water Spirit God Lord in my body and consciousness."

Ye Ning was very disappointed, but he had to force Huanyan to comfort him: "Don't worry, it will be solved sooner or later."

Leng Peiran smiled and said: "However, it is not without gain. Husband, do you want to give it a try?"

"OK."

Before Ye Ning finished speaking, he suddenly felt a strange and incomparable force attacking his sea of ​​​​consciousness, like a layer of thick and greasy mist, completely covering the sea of ​​​​consciousness. For a moment, Ye Ning felt panicked.

The feeling. Although this mysterious power can only affect one breath, when a master fights, one breath is enough to determine life and death!

Sang Zhangxiang also felt it. He frowned and said, "What a strange power! It's somewhat similar to the Supreme Blood Soul Path, but it's not the same. If you feel it carefully, there are some shadows of the power of reincarnation. It's so strange."

Ye Ning said: "Yes, it can be used as a weapon. It's a pity that this technique is so complicated to practice. Even I will spend three years."

Leng Peiran smiled and said: "Okay, husband, if you know how good you are, don't laugh at me. You know, it took me six or seven years to practice this technique."

Ye Ning glanced at Leng Peiran, who had lost a lot of weight, and felt extremely distressed, and said: "I have made you suffer. If I had known that this technique was useless, I wouldn't have let you waste your time."

"How could it be?" Leng Peiran said with a smile: "As long as I can be by your husband's side, I will do anything you want."

Sang Zhangxiang laughed "haha" and said, "Wow, it's so gross."

"Is it disgusting? I don't think so. Good wife, say it again."

Leng Peiran smiled shyly, but refused to say anything.

After joking, Ye Ning said seriously: "Brother Sang, I wonder if Xiaoran's situation can be solved by starting with pills? No matter what, I don't want Xiaoran to endure torture!"

Sang Zhangxiang thought hard and said: "Problems involving the soul have always been complicated and extremely difficult to solve. However, I once heard from the elders of the clan that there is a pill called the Soul-Destroying Elixir, which may be effective.

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"The soul-killing elixir?"

"Yes." Sang Zhangxiang explained: "In the early days, after a monk died unexpectedly, his relatives and friends would help find a suitable body and let him take over the body. In case the soul power of the body was extremely powerful, he would have to take the soul-killing elixir.

, to provide assistance. According to records, after the death of a great saint, his teacher captured alive a third-level immortal monarch who matched his spiritual roots for him to seize! That disciple was assisted by the spirit-destroying elixir.

Next, the soul of a third-grade Immortal Lord was wiped out, and the body was successfully seized! Moreover, that disciple directly broke through the bottleneck and was promoted to a First-grade Immortal Lord!"
Chapter completed!