Chapter 628: Mystery
In a dark and silent space, thick gray fog surrounded it, and dots of starlight sprinkled through the fog.
The faint stars seemed like countless eyes looking at them, giving people a strange and ominous feeling.
Layers of whispers kept ringing, dense and endless, hoarse and terrifying, with a crazy and decadent breath.
Xiao Meng, Hun Yi, and the soul group mixed with the spiritual will of countless people suddenly gained a brief awakening.
The spirits that were originally mixed into one were briefly separated, and they all regained their consciousness and had their own thoughts.
"Where is this?" Hun Yi's face was a little more confused and curious. He squeezed to the side to get closer to Xiao Meng.
Xiao Meng ignored him and stared at the top with a slightly dull look.
There, there was an extremely huge, magnificent, and planet-like figure. He wore a bronze mask and a black robe. The robe barely maintained a human form. Under the robe, countless tentacles with mysterious and complex patterns stretched out.
Tianzun!
How could Tianzun's will be in my spiritual world? Isn't this thing following the main body?
After Xiao Meng's mind was confused for a while, a thought suddenly emerged: Am I the main body?
But isn't the main body the nine-star Dousheng Amon? That is certified by the world rules... Based on his size, the individual upper limit of all clones and the total upper limit of Amon are determined.
Xiao Meng's consciousness blurred, and an invisible silk thread stretched out from the back of her neck, extending to the infinite height and distance in the sky.
She suddenly split apart, and a tiny light point floated upwards under the traction of the invisible silk thread, floating towards the huge figure that was as big as a planet, exuding a vast, ancient, crazy, and bloodthirsty atmosphere.
This light point representing the true spirit approached a tentacle. The tentacle was different from other tentacles. The end was a person's upper body.
He had a broad forehead, a high nose bridge, black eyes, slightly curly hair, and a single-lens lens made of crystal on his right eye.
There was no spirit in those eyes, they were empty like a puppet.
As the light spots merged, the eyes gradually became spirited, and the gaze became deeper. He raised his right hand, and pinched the upper and lower edges of the monocle on his right eye with his index finger and thumb respectively. Then, he fell silent again, becoming as spiritless as before, and staring blankly like a puppet.
Amon, wearing a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat, appeared in front of the mixed soul group that had lost Xiao Meng's true spirit. He glanced at the tentacles at the top that were in the state of a human upper body, and then immediately retracted his gaze.
"It's you, it's you, the guy who invaded my soul, aren't you dead and swallowed by me?" Hun Yi screamed.
Amon cast his eyes on him and outlined a playful smile:
"It doesn't matter to that clone whether he swallows you or is swallowed by you. As long as I leave some strong obsessions in your soul, I can achieve my goal.
"The latter may be better, because it will change your personality the least and is more hidden. Now, you are useless. "
Amon snapped his fingers, and Hun Yi, who was about to curse, let out a scream.
The soul body exploded, and the countless consciousnesses each turned into a worm, taking away part of the soul and crawling in different directions.
Hun Yi also turned into a worm, and finally all these worms disappeared in the endless gray mist.
The huge planet-like figure seemed to react to the arrival of Amon, trembling slightly and slowly wriggling.
The whispers suddenly became denser and more crazy, as if they were roars from the deepest part of the soul.
Amon looked up at the sky, and his eyes saw the face under the bronze mask through the bronze mask. It was a face that was 80% similar to his own.
He drew a smile at the corner of his mouth and disappeared in front of Him.
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Not long after Yao Chen and the others left, an ordinary-looking, unremarkable man in black appeared in the square of the ground hall. He looked at the ground hall that was severely damaged, with a large area of collapse, and the space channels connecting many branch halls were also destroyed. His expression was slightly gloomy.
"Meet the master of the hall. "A group of elders from the Soul Hall saluted respectfully.
Hun Miesheng looked at the deputy hall master, suppressed his anger, and asked: "Tell me what happened?"
The deputy hall master responded with a bitter face: "It was Yao Chen from Xingyun Pavilion who launched the attack, but the mastermind was probably Xiao Yan, who wanted to save the woman captured by Wuying...
"Because Xiao Yan was there, I was restrained when I fought, otherwise the situation would not be so bad."
"Where is the soul origin? Was it also taken away by them?" Hun Miesheng asked in a strange tone.
"Yeah." The deputy hall master nodded, somewhat afraid to look him in the eye.
"Forget it, that's it, it's not your fault, I will report it to the clan leader."
Hearing Hun Miesheng say this, the deputy hall master breathed a sigh of relief.
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Yao Chen brought Xiao Yan and others back to Xingyun Pavilion. He did not see Xiao Meng in the crowd. Xiao Yan did not look happy about saving people, and his mood was a little heavy.
He bowed to the guests who participated in the rescue and said:
"Thank you all for your help. Yao Chen would like to thank you here. I will not break my promise to you. After I have practiced for two days, I will start to refine for you. You can go back and think about what kind of elixir you need."
Hearing what Yao Chen said, these guests smiled and left very tactfully, leaving the space to Yao Chen and his apprentice.
"Xiao Yanzi, what happened in the end?"
Yao Chen did not know what happened after Amon appeared. He only knew that Xiao Yan rescued Xiao Meng, but was stopped by a respected elder of the Soul Palace.
The last person who was beyond imagination came. He thought it might be a person of the level of the ancient clan or the soul clan leader.
Because he had agreed with Amon to keep his affairs secret, Xiao Yan did not say too much, and replied:
"Xiao Meng died... She helped me block the last blow, and her soul merged with that soul, and could not be separated. Xiao Meng's tribe appeared and said that they could preserve a trace of her true spirit."
Yao Chen opened his mouth, not knowing how to say the words of comfort. First he lost Xiao Yixian, and then he lost Xiao Meng immediately... Xiao Yan's calm and indifferent look now made him a little flustered.
"You... Hey, calm down and look at it, you have tried your best." Yao Chen sighed helplessly.
"Yes, I tried my best... But this is the result I got after trying my best... I am still too weak and useless." Xiao Yan hated his weakness and powerlessness again.
Yao Chen wanted to ask about the mysterious strong man who appeared at the end, but swallowed the words back, shook his head slightly, and left the hall.
Xiao Yan looked at the sky with empty eyes... Various complex emotions kept emerging in his heart.
The scenes of his past with Xiao Meng flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, and finally stopped at the moment when she looked at him with pleading eyes after merging with many souls.
He covered his chest, held onto the wall, and gasped for breath. A feeling of dizziness suddenly appeared, and he staggered and used all his strength to stand firm, so as not to fall.
"The world... Doudi..."
