Chapter 32: .33. Soul Dust

Heaven and **** do not have my right to choose, they are just the fate of being chosen.

Is there any choice for medicinal dust?

Maybe there is!

But if he chooses and utters a blank word, then he can only disappear.

A wisp of remnant soul dissipated on the mainland.

Therefore, he can only accept passively.

"Senior, the villain is willing to take refuge in the Soul Race!" Yao Chen said respectfully.

My heart is full of helplessness.

Sure enough, heaven and **** do not have the right to choose. Some are just the fate of being chosen.

This is the sorrow of the little man.

"it is good."

"Yao Chen, now that you have already taken refuge in the spirit race, then hand over the strange fire you have! Let me see if you are sincerely taking refuge in my spirit race?" An Bufan said when Yao Chen's voice fell, Dang even said a "good" word, and then the conversation turned around.

"Fuck..."

Yao Chen heard An Bufan's words, and couldn't help but explode in his heart.

As if the alpaca with thousands of heads in his heart kicked hard in his heart.

Ten thousand alpacas are enough for ten thousand feet.

Let him see if he is sincere?

He is more than sincere, he has no choice!

He was forced!

But what about he was forced?

Can he speak?

Not at all. If he had said something, then he wouldn't be able to see the sun tomorrow.

Isn’t it just a fire?

Small meaning, given him a strange fire, maybe the other party will reshape his body.

Yao Chen comforted like this in his heart.

With the palm of your hand, the white fire of the forest appeared on the palm of your hand like this.

This fire is quite domineering. When it first appeared, the temperature between heaven and earth reached an unimaginable height at this moment.

And there is a sense of coldness in this blazing heat, which is the characteristic of Bone Spirit's cold fire.

This fire ranks eleventh on the list of different fires. A strange flame combining extreme cold and extreme heat can only be encountered in extreme cold and extremely cloudy places every 100 years, when the sun and the moon alternate.

…

"Patriarch!"

Yaochen cut off the connection between the fire and himself, and offered a saying.

Although this fire has now been cut off by the medicine dust, it has become a matter of no owner.

But he still looked so clever in his palm, and there was no time to leave.

After all, this fire has been refined by him for many years, and his master's heart has long been close to him.

The different fire is alive!

call out!

…

An Bufan stretched out his hand and inhaled it and coldly put the bone spirit in Yaochen's hand into his palm.

The bone spirit was beating with cold fire in his palm, which was not a sign of joy.

Rather, he was struggling violently, but no matter how cold the bones struggled, he still couldn't leave An Bufan's small palm.

With the palm of his hand clenched tightly, the cold flame of the bone spirit disappeared, and An Bufan was temporarily trapped in his body.

After doing all this, An Bufan held his hands on his back and stood with his hands on his back, saying: "Yao Chen, you are very good, and you have already seen your determination."

"From today, you Yaochen will be a member of my Soul Race, and you will be called Soul Chen from now on!" An Bufan said with a smile.

The self-proclaimed medicine dust changed his surname, but he did not ask if medicine dust agreed.

Because in An Bufan's view, it doesn't matter that Yao Chen agrees with him, the important thing is that he speaks.

And Yaochen who heard An Bufan's words also understood that he had no choice at all and could only accept passively.

This is the weak, only passive, but no choice.

He sighed slightly in his heart and said, "Thank you for giving the surname from the patriarch!"

From today on, besides Yaochen, he has another name.

Soul dust!

"Ok!"

"Your state of remnant soul seems to have a lot of restrictions on you! It seems that you have to reshape your body!" An Bufan said, touching his chin.

Immediately, the voice fell, and a stream of light was shot out, sank into the void and disappeared.

Where did you go? No one knows at all.

"Ok?"

Yao Chen heard An Bufan's words, his muddy eyes flashed with astonishment at this moment.

Soul Tiandi actually wants to reshape his body? Did he hear it wrong?

This is just what I was thinking in my heart just now, would it be true that the words that comforted me would come true?

in the case of?

That... is really great.

Regardless of the three or seventy one, Yao Chen quickly thanked him excitedly: "Patriarch Xie, thank you patriarch."

If someone like the Soul Heaven Emperor wants to reshape his body, then it might be the easiest for them.

After all, as long as the strength is sufficient, then all the troubles and problems are just like chickens and dogs in front of them.

Reshaping the physical body may be extremely difficult for him, but it may be a drop in the bucket for the Soul Heaven Emperor.

"Don't worry about thanking me, it's not that I reshape your body for you." An Bufan said.

But just as An Bufan's voice fell, the void in front of him slightly fluctuated, and a figure appeared like this.

Looking at this figure, An Bufan said with a shallow arc at the corner of his mouth: "Here is the one who will reshape your body."

Yao Chen heard this, and followed An Bufan's gaze.

I saw a black-robed middle-aged man slowly approaching this side, and when he came to An Bufan's face, he stopped his pace.

This black-robed man showed a vast aura from all over his body, standing there, as if he merged with the heaven and the earth.

Seeing this person's so tough, Yao Chen couldn't help but start thinking, who is this person?

"Patriarch!"

Just as Yao Chen thought in his heart, the man in the black robe faced An Bufan respectfully.

Glancing at Yao Chen, he didn't take it to heart at all. It was just a remnant soul of the Dou Zun level, and he could destroy it when he turned over.

The existence of ants is not worthy of his attention at all.

What he considered in his heart was, what was the matter when the patriarch called him?

One more thing... the patriarch is not in the soul clan, how could he be here? And... where is this place?

It seems...not the boundary of Zhongzhou.

"Exit, you are here."

An Bufan looked at the black robe man and said with a smile.

This black robe man is no one else, but the master of the soul palace, the soul is dead.

An Bufan's voice fell, and he continued to speak: "Extinction, this is soul dust, now it is just a ray of remnant soul state, you can help him reshape his body!"

"Yes, patriarch!"

There was a bit of hesitation in Soul Miscarriage, and he quickly agreed.

Then Hun Miesheng's gaze fell on his body, and said: "Hun Dust? Why has this hall never heard of you?"

Soul death is extremely clear to the strong in the soul race, only if the cultivation base is too low, the soul death is reflected.

But he didn't have any reflection on this soul dust.

This person... doesn't seem to belong to the Soul Race at all.

…

After looking for a house for rent these two days, I found it today, and then moved for a day. Little donkey ran around and around.

I have not finished the move yet, and I will move one day tomorrow. If I update, I will try to make two changes as early as possible.

The other "I Have a Sword Against the Heavens" will not be updated. I originally wanted to update the two together.

But... reality doesn't allow it!

The author wants to eat, and after moving home, he has to go out to find a job, so he can only change one.