This voice belonged to Sikong Yan.
“Yes!” Su Mo nodded.
“Su Mo, what should I do? I can’t keep wasting like this!” Sikong Yan’s voice was full of anxiety and helplessness.
Back in the Dark World, he was directly killed by the Patriarch of the Di family, leaving only this ray of fire left on Su Mo’s body.
Last time, Su Mo said that he would be sent to reincarnation, but it has been so long and it has not been implemented yet.
But, you can’t keep procrastinating like this!
“That’s right, your spirit has grown a lot!” Su Mo looked at Sikong Yan and nodded slightly.
“You gave me a promise, either try your best to help me reshape my physical body and restore my cultivation, or find me a suitable physical body and just take it away! If this goes on like this, I won’t be able to do it in a million years.” Recover!” Sikong Yan said rather resentfully.
Hearing this, Su Mo pondered in his heart, Sikong Yan’s going on like this is indeed not a long-term solution.
“How about this, I will strengthen the spirit for you first, and I will make a decision on the matter of the body later.” Su Mo said in a deep voice.
“Alright!” Sikong Yan didn’t object, what he thought in his heart was that as long as this strand of spirit was strong enough, he would be able to take away the good body after all.
As for going to reincarnation?
joke!
He doesn’t want to go at all!
He still wants to take revenge. Although Di Shou, the head of the Di family, is dead, Shen Luo, the head of the Demon Realm, is not dead.
He hoped that he could kill Shen Luo with his own hands.
Immediately, Su Mo immediately used the Dao of Life to nourish Sikong Yan’s spirit with the majestic power of life.
Under the nourishment of inexhaustible life force, Sikong Yan’s weak soul gradually strengthened.
Time flies.
The Peerless God City is peaceful!
All the races in the Heavenly Soul Realm are dead, and the spirit races are constantly raiding!
In the boundless land, the army of seven million spirit tribes is struggling to push the source of the soul.
Another half month has passed.
The strong soul clan of the Killing Sun Tribe searched everywhere, and the scope continued to expand, and then expanded, and continued to expand.
Every ten hours, people will be sent back to pass on news continuously.
As the distance is getting farther and farther away, the situation has developed to the point where most of the people in every team are on the way to send messages back and forth.
Many strong men of the Killing Sun tribe are already in an unstable state of mind. As time goes by and the distance gets farther and farther away, their hope of finding the Heavenly Soul Source Realm has become increasingly slim.
“how so?”
The master of Fu Pavilion in the first branch had a gloomy face, leading people to search non-stop, his heart had already fallen to the bottom of the valley.
“Lord Pavilion Master, you don’t have to worry, it must be done by the Spirit Race. If we really can’t find it, we will kill and go to the Tailingyuan Realm!”
Seeing the worry on the face of Pavilion Master Fu, a young man of the Soul Race hurriedly spoke.
This person is none other than Xuanbei, and he follows the team of the Lord Fu of the first soul pavilion.
“Since the Spirit Race wants to seize my Heavenly Soul Realm, then there must be preparations for the Great Spiritual Realm!” Pavilion Master Fu sighed, and then gradually stabilized his emotions.
Look for a while, if you can’t find it again, you really have to go back.
I hope that in the next few days, there will be good news from other teams.
At this moment, Pavilion Master Fu, who had just calmed down, was stunned for a moment, and his face suddenly became serious.
He stopped suddenly, closed his eyes and carefully felt his surroundings.
“My lord, what’s the matter?”
Xuanbei asked hurriedly.
“It has the breath of the spirit race!”