Chapter 77 [Buy with caution, this chapter is a secondary CP plot]

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Tiannan's home has become a mess.

The small rattan chair nest he had made for the Snow Wolf out of boredom had broken into pieces and was mixed with a pile of porcelain fragments, making them inseparable.

Snow Wolf had actually slept in the rattan chair nest only a few times. He originally disdained lying in the rattan chair nest, as it always made him feel like a captive wolfhound, which was embarrassing.

But later, Tiannan put three or four layers of soft cushions inside. Tiannan excitedly said that it would feel safe, and without asking Xuelang's opinion, he grabbed him and let him lie in it.

But to be honest, it is indeed quite comfortable.

But later on, Snow Wolf didn't have the chance to lie down, because Tiannan felt cold at night and insisted that Snow Wolf get on the bed to serve as a wolf-shaped pillow and hand warmer for him.

Tiannan just curled up in a pile of debris, pressing his temples tightly, his face buried deep in the shadows, and the Snow Wolf could not see clearly.

The broken porcelain pieces scratched Tiannan's body all over, and dried blood spread from his body to the ground.

It was not until the snow wolf approached that Tiannan seemed to notice his approach. He forced his dilated pupils open, and holding a sharp piece of broken porcelain in his hand, he trembled and silently aimed the tip of the porcelain at the approaching existence.

Tiannan had a splitting headache, it felt like thousands of red-hot needles were piercing his brain, the pain was so severe that he almost lost his voice.

Most of the snow wolf's fur was stained with blood. He lowered his head and silently rubbed Tiannan's hand, which was already bleeding as he tightly grasped the sharp porcelain piece.

Tiannan's soul had been severely damaged. He couldn't see the surrounding scenery clearly. His five senses were so dull that he could hardly feel anything. He seemed to be covered with a thick gray veil. Everything outside the world had nothing to do with him.

Tiannan now only had the instinct of self-preservation. When the snow wolf came too close, he finally used all his strength to slash the sharp porcelain piece in his hand over, and said in a hoarse voice: "...Get lost."

Tiannan had blood oozing from his lips and was almost unconscious.

The snow wolf did not dodge, but the sharp porcelain piece weakly scratched the snow wolf's throat without even cutting its fur.

He had no choice but to lower his head, open his mouth, pick up the porcelain piece, and then lick the blood off the palm of his hand bit by bit.

Tiannan's trembling hands suddenly stopped.

The dull pain in the palm of his hand had become so vague that he could no longer feel it, but the unfamiliar wetness and granularity still stunned Tiannan for a long time. He reacted slowly for a long time before he suddenly realized something and touched the snow wolf's face with his trembling hand.

The dusty blood unconsciously dyed the snow-white fur red.

Tiannan fumbled around aimlessly with shaking hands for an unknown amount of time. At a certain moment, he finally realized something and his whole body froze.

Afterwards, Snow Wolf saw tears falling silently from Tiannan's dazed and unfocused eyes. Tiannan was choking with sobs and almost silent, but he started to laugh: "...You are a wolf, how can you learn to lick people like a cat or a dog?"

Tiannan seemed to have finally let go of some burden, and his strong mental state suddenly collapsed completely.

Before he fell into coma, he only vaguely felt someone catch him.

It must be the human form of Snow Wolf.

...But he can't see it.

Since then, Tiannan has often fallen into a coma.

The severe damage to his soul caused him to instinctively fall into a deep coma, and he often slept for several days.

The strength of the soul in the Jindan stage was simply not enough to support him to survive a soul search. At this time, Tiannan's soul was almost fragmented. Occasionally he could still wake up for a moment, which was almost a miracle.

Tiannan could occasionally feel the bitterness of the liquid pouring into the root of his tongue. The bitterness was so bitter that even if Tiannan had lost most of his five senses, he could still feel the frowning bitterness.

Sometimes he could hear Snow Wolf talking, but Snow Wolf always spoke in a disjointed manner. Tiannan would forget bits and pieces of what he heard and could not remember anything at all, nor could he piece together any information.

Later, Snow Wolf stopped talking about this.

Snow Wolf began to whisper two words frequently the moment Tiannan woke up.

The snow wolf's voice was very pleasant, with the majesty that was unique to the wolf king. Tiannan could always remember from that deep voice that he was once a wolf king who dominated the pack.

Tiannan didn't know how many times he had heard it, nor how many times he had forgotten it, until the next time he vaguely understood the pronunciation of the two words. It was like struggling in the deep sea for a long time, finally breaking through the water and seeing a ray of light, and then he suddenly realized: "Bright candle."

Snow Wolf is saying: "Ming Cang. My name is Ming Cang."

He was saying, "I now have a human form and a name."

I saw your name among the torn files in your house.

I don't have a name, so I'll borrow the word next to your name.

When can you see it?

Tiannan was very satisfied.

It turns out that the Snow Wolf is called Ming Candle.

Afterwards, Tiannan was confused again: "Why did he say these two words in my ear?"

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The soul is an extremely resilient being.

When the damage to the soul is within the tolerable range, even if the damage to the soul is more difficult to heal than the damage to the body, the damage to the soul can still be healed as long as it is treated in seclusion.

However, when the damage to the soul exceeds the tolerable range, the person's soul will be like a completely broken string.

How can a broken string be continued?

Ming Candle tried many methods, but Tiannan's awakening times became less and less.

He watched helplessly as Tiannan's health deteriorated day by day, his breathing and pulse became weaker and weaker, and he couldn't tell when he would completely stop functioning.

Ming Cang lowered his head and looked at the unconscious Tiannan. His beastly eyes appeared and he said, "Can you humans kill your compatriots at will?"

Tiannan didn't answer.

Then Ming Candle said to himself: "Since you can kill each other at will, I will not be polite."

"They deserve it." Ming Cang stared at the little nest of rattan chair in the corner that could not be put back together, and said softly, "They owe you."

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The picture ends here.

The tranquility suddenly left, and a fishy-sweet taste surged into the throat and mouth.

The feeling of plundering the soul and erasing the non-existent contract is like taking a sharp blade and scraping it cruelly on the soul again and again.

Ning Chen had suffered countless superficial injuries in his two lifetimes, but none of them had left him as deep an impression as this one.

The soul is extremely sensitive, and the feeling of the blade scraping on it is like pulling out every nerve in the brain and scraping it from beginning to end, and then scraping it back from the end, repeating this operation until the person holding the knife believes that the "contract" has been completely erased.

Ning Chen's eyes went dark for a while.

When he regained consciousness and vision, he could even feel a strong nausea rising from his stomach.

Tiannan was subjected to a soul search, which was equivalent to the fact that everyone present was subjected to the same search.

That was the first time that Ning Chen wished extremely much that he could become the Jade Emperor so that he could completely erase it from the memories of all beings in the Three Realms.

The other Mahayana practitioners were not in much better condition either. Their faces were pale, their temples were wet with sweat, and they were trembling all over.

After all, Ning Shen's spiritual strength was much stronger than those of the people present. When everyone was still in a state of near coma, he was the first to wake up.

Xie Tingyun was beside Ning Chen. He recovered a little slower than Ning Chen, but his face turned pale the moment he regained consciousness.

Tiannan was in the Jindan stage at that time, and it was impossible for him to resist the damage to his soul caused by the soul search. They, the Mahayana masters, could be said to be barely able to do so, but this time, there was also a Jindan stage master Ning Shen who came in with Xie Tingyun!

Xie Tingyun's blood ran cold.

After he opened his eyes and could see the surroundings clearly, the first thing he did was to raise his hand and touch Ning Chen's brow, injecting spiritual power into Ning Chen's sea of ​​consciousness, hoping that at least... at least he could save Ning Chen's soul.

But Ning Chen seemed to have woken up earlier than him. After Ning Chen got over the evil spirit, he was awakened a lot by the endless stream of warm spiritual power in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Ning Chen held his hand and said, "...Brother, you should take care of yourself. You are already in this state, why are you still thinking about infusing others with spiritual power?"

Xie Tingyun's pupils dilated.

At that moment, his mind went blank, and the ice in his blood suddenly melted and rushed back to every part of his body.

Ning Chen is fine.

The realization that he was fine finally calmed Xie Tingyun down. He listened to his own heartbeat slowly dropping in his ears, and then his reason began to return.

Xie Tingyun was still a little worried: "Don't move, let me take a look."

Ning Chen directly took Xie Tingyun's cold hand into his own and said, "I told you it's okay."

“…”

Seeing that Ning Chen was clear-headed and able to answer fluently, Xie Tingyun stared at him for a long while, finally relaxed slowly, and then closed his eyes deeply.

Having a surprise is probably the best thing in the world.

The other Mahayana practitioners came out of their immersion one after another. Some were already vomiting. They all said in disgust, "Fellow Daoists, can you tell which sect's clothing this is from?"

"This soul-searching spell is too vicious. When I go back... ugh... I must strictly prohibit it... ugh..."

Kong Ling finally caught his breath, his brows still furrowed. "Many sects use white-based disciple uniforms. This style is obviously an old one from many years ago. No sect should use it now, so it's very difficult to find."

Xie Tingyun was silent for a while, then said, "It's from Liuyun Sect."

Everyone was stunned.

It was not until he saw this memory that Xie Tingyun remembered the past events he had seen in the scroll of clan history.

There had been a small-scale disappearance of disciples in the Liuyun Sect, and the number was exactly six.

They were exactly the six cultivators who attacked Demon Lord and Tiannan.

The description of this part in the scroll is that the six people's soul lamps were completely shattered, but a remnant of the core remained, which was a sign that they were unwilling to die and turned into vengeful ghosts on the spot.

At the same time, one person's soul lamp was about to break, but there were sparks left in the wick, indicating that the soul still existed.

Yu Qing coughed lightly and smoothed things over: "This type of magic has been classified as evil magic by the cultivation world hundreds of years ago. Needless to say, it will be banned."

The elders of Liuyun Sect finally caught their breath. They were about to say that Liuyun Sect had banned this kind of harmful magic a long time ago. However, Daoming suddenly thought of something and turned his head abruptly. His face changed. "Oh no! Where is that Jindan young friend? He is only in the Jindan stage. Is he okay?"

Everyone's eyes instantly shifted to Ning Chen.

Ning Shen's mind skipped a beat.