Chapter 988: Soul Fusion Again

Feeling the familiar breath of Jinghong in the air, Ye Chunyang's face changed slightly. He urged the spell in his mind, and a layer of thick fog appeared on his body. He disappeared immediately without leaving any trace.

This escape method is the great true hidden soul magical power that he practiced in Beihuang Tianqimen many years ago. Although this method is not of high level, it is silent and fast. After cultivating into a Yuanying, Ye Chunyang used this method again, and he almost instantly achieved the miraculous effect of shrinking the earth into an inch.

"Where are you going!"

Although he was very fast, he was still discovered by the powerful perception of the two escape lights. Immediately, a loud shout came from the air, and before the sound fell, the person had arrived at the place where Ye Chunyang originally stood.

The escape light dissipated, revealing the figure of Wei Zhiyan.

And the other escape light in the air did not fall for a long time, but it was Mo Ruyan.

As soon as he landed, the demon god was full of shock and anger. At this time, except for the body of Taowu, the surroundings were empty, and no matter how he searched, he could not get any results.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Wei Zhiyan looked at Taowu's body, but found nothing useful, and his face became even more gloomy.

"What a human cultivator, you dare to snatch food in front of me, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, I will pull you out!"

Wei Zhiyan's face was furious. Although he didn't know the identity of the person who escaped, and didn't know what the other party got from Taowu, Mo Ruyan once said that the things in the golden tripod were taken away by this beast. Now that several searches have been fruitless, it must have fallen into the hands of the escaped person.

In mid-air, Mo Ruyan's face was also full of reluctance. The person escaped so quickly that she didn't even see the other party's identity and cultivation clearly. At this moment, she couldn't find any trace if she searched again.

Wei Zhiyan did not give up. After a thorough inspection of Taowu, he suddenly turned into a black magic light and soared into the sky. His magic power was concentrated in his eyes, and his consciousness rushed in all directions. He could clearly detect every blade of grass and every tree within a radius of thousands of miles.

However, he could not find any clues about the person who escaped.

This time, the general of the demon world was really stunned. He wondered what kind of skills this person practiced, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye?

Mo Ruyan's eyes flickered violently. She also checked Taowu's body several times and confirmed that the things in the golden tripod had indeed disappeared. The shock and anger in her heart were no less than Wei Zhiyan. But after looking at this demon, she finally gritted her teeth and quickly drove away on the cloud.

The human race and the demon world are irreconcilable. Now that she has lost the things in the golden tripod, there is no guarantee that this demon will not attack her at this moment, so she should leave as soon as possible. As for the person who took the treasure, as long as he is a human cultivator, the influence of the Cangwu Immortal Sect in the world of immortal cultivation will find him out.

With a plan in mind, Mo Ruyan did not stop for a moment, and in a flash she was far away in the sky, and disappeared after another flash.

Wei Zhiyan saw the woman's actions, and a cold flash flashed in his demon eyes, but he did not intend to stop her. Instead, he continued to explore and rushed in another direction.

Obviously, this demon will not give up until he finds the person who took the treasure.

However, the two people who left with their own thoughts did not know that at this time, Ye Chunyang was sitting quietly in a dark cave hundreds of miles away from Xuanhuang Mountain. Except for occasionally looking up at a cave above, there was no breath coming out of his body.

This place is not close to the location where Wei Zhiyan is searching, but not far away.

For Ye Chunyang at this moment, the most dangerous place is the safest. Wei Zhiyan and Mo Ruyan would never have thought that he would not leave after escaping, but would stay in Xuanhuang Mountain and be near them.

Just a moment ago, Ye Chunyang clearly felt that several layers of strong consciousness swept through this place, conducting a carpet search. If an ordinary person were under such a powerful search, he would definitely be nowhere to hide. Unfortunately, the hidden magical power possessed by the Origin Heavenly Scripture that Ye Chunyang practiced was the most magical in the world. Coupled with the great true hidden soul magical power and the consciousness that was not inferior to that of a late-stage Yuanying cultivator, naturally no one could find him hiding.

Sure enough, after Wei Zhiyan and Mo Ruyan's consciousness swept through one after another without getting any results, they quickly shifted their targets, making this place unusually quiet.

However, Ye Chunyang would not be careless because of this. Even though the two people's consciousness search had gone far away, he still did not move at all, sitting quietly in the cave, as if in a trance.

After a few days, as expected, another divine sense passed by. It was obvious that Wei Zhiyan had returned to the original place and did not really leave until he had searched back and forth several times without success.

For a long time afterwards, there was no more fluctuation. It seemed that in addition to Master Wuxin and Yan Laomo and other elders from various sects, Wei Zhiyan and Mo Ruyan had really left Xuanhuang Mountain.

But Ye Chunyang still did not act rashly. He continued to wait for nearly a month before unlocking the restrictions around the cave and emerging from it.

At this time, Xuanhuang Mountain was still suspended on the sea, full of ancient atmosphere, surrounded by ancient trees and green vines, and spiritual birds circling around. There was no change from when he first came.

Ye Chunyang looked up, quickly checked to make sure there was no abnormality, and then turned into a shocking rainbow and soared into the sky. In an instant, he disappeared into the clouds and fled to the outside of Xuanhuang Mountain.

With his speed, it took only half a cup of tea to reach the shore of Wuji Sea. There were hidden monks' activities here, so in order to avoid leaving traces, Ye Chunyang rushed directly to the distance without stopping. After flying for nearly ten days, he gradually slowed down and landed on a hidden mountain.

Ye Chunyang did not choose this place randomly, but chose the target after some investigation, because there was a yin energy here. When he used ghost magic in his eyes, he saw wisps of ghosts wandering in it. It can be seen that this place is either a mass grave or a place where a war broke out and countless wronged souls were buried.

Such a place with dense yin energy is just right for Luo Qingcheng to fuse the secondary soul.

Although he got two priceless treasures, the Ascension Map and the Lingxian Teng Seed, the ascension still needs long-term planning. Ye Chunyang will not be too ambitious for the time being. On the contrary, Luo Qingcheng's soul is getting weaker and weaker at this time. It seems that some unexpected changes have occurred. The fusion must be done as soon as possible.

After landing, Ye Chunyang found a remote mountaintop, and without saying a word, he released 81 flying swords to raze the mountain to the ground, and then used the magic of enlightenment, and a row of attics and palaces immediately rose in front of him.

Then he waved his hand to sacrifice dozens of formation flags, and opened his mouth to spit out spiritual energy. Various large-scale illusion formations and spirit gathering formations took shape one by one. From the outside, it looked like a barren mountain, with nothing unusual.

Looking at the cave he had opened up with his bare hands, Ye Chunyang was very satisfied. Now Luo Qingcheng was already asleep and could not merge the secondary soul by herself. If someone else took action, the time and energy spent would not be completed in one or two days. Therefore, if nothing unexpected happened, he would live here for a long time in the future.

After everything was arranged, Ye Chunyang's figure flashed and disappeared into the cave.

After entering, Ye Chunyang came to a spacious secret room with an altar and several soul-calling banners erected around it. As soon as he walked in, a strong breath of ghosts came.

Although this cave was opened temporarily, Ye Chunyang had carefully considered it. This secret room is the place with the most concentrated Yin energy in the entire mountain range. Setting up a soul-guiding array here can achieve twice the result with half the effort for Luo Qingcheng to merge his secondary soul.

Ye Chunyang immediately shook his sleeves and the spirit-raising wood flew out of it. Then he pinched several spells and injected a gentle magic power into it.

A faint soul breath came from the spirit-raising wood, and Luo Qingcheng's illusory soul slowly flew out of it, but his eyes were closed, floating on the altar, floating up and down, unconscious.

"Luo'er's breath is getting weaker and weaker."

Ye Chunyang's heart sank to the bottom of the valley when he saw this scene.

He didn't know why Luo Qingcheng became like this, but this matter must be related to Wu Daoren. If something happened to his beloved, Wu Daoren would have to pay a thousand times the price for it!

Taking a deep breath, Ye Chunyang once again urged the spell, and the soul power in the nourishing spirit tree fluctuated again, and another "Luo Qingcheng" emerged, but it was obvious that the latter's soul power was much weaker. It was the secondary soul retrieved from the body of Wei Zhiyan Mo this time.

After a careful observation, Ye Chunyang did not hesitate any more, and the spells of both hands even urged the soul-calling flags around the altar to light up the obscure black light. The gloomy wind suddenly rose within a few feet, and the yin energy in the entire mountain range was absorbed.

The temperature in the secret room dropped several degrees.

Ye Chunyang's face was expressionless, and he continued to urge the spell.

He had practiced some ghost magic a few years ago. Although he had a profound attainment in the magical power of summoning souls to return to life, he had no problem controlling it. Moreover, Luo Qingcheng also told him the method of fusion before falling asleep, so there was no obstacle to performing it at this moment.

Soon, the surrounding yin energy all poured into the secondary soul under the condensation of the spell, and then Ye Chunyang shook his sleeves, and a strong wind was sent, and he recited the spell.

An amazing scene appeared.

The secondary soul became more and more solid under the infusion of Yin Qi, and then gradually shrank. In less than half a minute, it turned into a small black dot and disappeared into the brow of Luo Qingcheng's main soul. After another flash, it completely calmed down.

The breath of the main soul immediately increased several times.

Ye Chunyang secretly breathed a sigh of relief after getting such a result, but this was also within his expectations.

As long as there were no accidents during the soul fusion process, the recovery of the secondary soul would be naturally smooth.

But what disappointed Ye Chunyang a little was that even after the fusion of the secondary soul, Luo Qingcheng's consciousness still showed no signs of awakening, and she was still floating in the altar, looking like she was sleeping.

Looking at her delicate face, Ye Chunyang was touched and couldn't help but walk forward to touch her. However, when his palm touched her, it seemed to pass through like air...

"Luo'er, don't worry, your husband will definitely find other souls for you and let your soul return to your body."

"Luo'er, do you know that it has been three hundred years. Although you have been with your husband for three hundred years, you are like dead. Your husband will never let your soul fly away..."

"Luo'er, Luo'er..."

Ye Chunyang sat beside the altar and muttered to himself. Many memories flashed in his mind, but his voice gradually became smaller...