Chaotic Sword God

Chapter 372—Soul Changes

After the middle-aged man left, the room was in a dead silence. He could only hear the sound of the sword dust. The sword dust eyes looked at the roof of the wooden house and the sacred soldiers were destroyed. Hard work has also been paid, and it is because of this kind of disaster when he needs the most strength. It really makes Jian Chen difficult to accept.

He wants to go home, he wants Huayunzong to pay the price, he wants revenge, he has too many things to do, and doing these things requires strong strength without exception. Now, he has fallen into a waste man, and it is still a waste man who can no longer practice the power of the Holy Spirit in his life. Even if he can re-cultivate, if he wants to regain the strength of the earthly sanctuary, I don’t know how long it will take. At this time, the Gessen Kingdom is also facing a disaster. Whether Changyang House can continue to exist is still unknown. He didn't have much time to re-cultivate.

At this time, the closed door was opened again. A plain-looking man with a thick face and a 20-year-old man, dressed in a rude cloth, walked in from the outside.

The little fat man came to Jian Chen and looked at the dusty eyes of Jian Chen. His face suddenly became a joy and said: "Hey, you finally woke up, you have been comatose for a few days."

The low-spirited sword dust did not seem to hear the words of the little fat man, and his eyes were still staring at the roof of the wooden house.

Looking at the empty eyes of Jian Chen, the little fat man's face showed a trace of suspicious look, looked up at the roof of the wooden house, then reached out and shook in front of Jian Chen's eyes, said: "Hey, you are fine, how? Always staring at the roof, what's so good."

Jian Chen still didn't answer, even the eyes didn't turn.

The little fat man wraps around his head, his brows wrinkled tightly and muttered: "I heard that I said that you were supposed to be dead, but the soul did not dissipate. Isn’t your soul hurt? It won't be stupid."

The little fat man stretched out a pair of chubby palms and shook the sword dust. It seemed to make Jian Chen come back, but when he saw the terrible wound on Jian Chen, one of his hands suddenly stopped in the air and muttered: "You have been so badly hurt, moving your body must make your injury worse, no, no, can't do it, hey, you have nothing to do, have you heard what I said." Little fat man bright The eyes of the eyes are not staring at the sword dust, and the eyes are full of the light of the wings.

The eyes of Jian Chen finally turned. He looked at the little fat man with some sorrow. He asked softly with a blank expression: "Who are you!"

"Haha, you finally spoke. It seems that you are still not stupid. I thought you had any problems." The little fat man immediately became happy. He asked himself: "Hello, my name is Xiu Tianyu, but People in the village call me chubby, so you can call me like this, yes, you still can't remember your name."

"My name is Jian Chen." Jian Chen said with a weak voice. After the talk, some empty eyes were staring at the roof again.

"Wow, I still know what your name is. It seems that you are not stupid. It is so good." The little fat man immediately became excited and seemed to be happy that Jian Chen had not become "stupid".

The little fat man quickly calmed down. He stared curiously at the horrible wound on Jian Chen’s body and asked: "Sword dust, these wounds on your body are terrible, what is the bite of Warcraft? Or, if I ask me to help you to get the Warcraft back, you can rest assured, I am very powerful, I will be able to catch the Warcraft that hurts you and give you revenge."

"Hey, why don't you talk, why don't you like this person so much?"

"Hey, hello, what's so good on the roof, how do you always stare at the roof and watch it? This cabin was built two years ago. Isn't it good?"

"Hey, Jian Chen, you talk, don't you like to talk to others?"

Subsequently, Jian Chen did not say a word, staring at the roof in a daze, anxious little fat man kept scratching his head at the bed.

"Tianyu!" A voice came from behind and I saw the middle-aged man who had left before coming back to the room.

"Hey, come on, how can he always stare at the roof, obviously not stupid." The little fat man turned to the middle-aged man for help.

The middle-aged man whispered: "Tianyu, this little brother has suffered some blows. He hasn't recovered yet, let him calm down."

"Oh, it turned out to be like this, oh, then I went out." The little fat man left the cabin.

The middle-aged man came to the front of Jian Chen and took out a thumb-sized peony medicine. He said: "I know that you have to bear this blow for a while. Now don't think too much. Let's take care of it first, live it. It is important." Speaking, the middle-aged man gave a shot, and the white medicinal medicine in his hand entered the mouth of Jian Chen.

"This is an eight-level light god, although it can't make your injury completely recover, but at least it can repair the big hole in your chest." With this sentence, the middle-aged man left here.

The entire body of Jian Chen is wrapped in a layer of milky white light. The small medicinal herbs contain a very strong light of the Holy Power. This is a powerful force of the Holy Spirit, even if it is the full dust of the Jian Chen period, it tries its best to control the light of the Holy Spirit. They are far from being one percent.

This is the "quality" gap!

The whole body of Jian Chen was wrapped in the light of the Holy Spirit. The wound in his body was healing at an incredible speed, and the huge hole in his chest, and the new tender meat that grew quickly, was not long. Cover the transparent hole.

At the same time, the horrible wounds of Jian Chen’s body are also healing at the speed visible to the naked eye. The dry blood that has been scarred is also peeled off from the body of Jian Chen like a layer of old skin, revealing the sheep inside. The fat white skin, even a little scar, did not stay.

In just one tea time, Jian Chen’s whole person is completely new, the surface damage has been completely restored, leaving no scars, the whole body looks very perfect, and at this time, the light saint is finally exhausted. , slowly dissipated.

Although the injury on the surface of Jian Chen has completely recovered, the injury in the body is still the original appearance. This can be very powerful in the light of the eight-level light. The "quantity" is not enough, and it is impossible to The injury in the sword dust is also completely cured.

Despite this, Jian Chen was also moved, and the empty eyes of the gods recovered some of the look, perceived changes in their bodies, made a lament, and muttered: "What should I do now, how can I recover?" My strength, I have to have strong strength, what should I do now."

At this moment, Jian Chen’s mind swayed. At this moment, he suddenly discovered that there seemed to be something more in his mind, and his soul seemed to be stronger than before.

When he noticed the changes in his own brain, Jian Chen immediately slammed and immediately reacted. He closed his eyes immediately, and when he thought about it, he suddenly came to a strange space.

There is chaos around this space, and nothing can be seen clearly. In the center, one purple and one green light is suspended in the air, and a small stone with a multicolored light is slowly rotating.

"This... This is Ziqing Sword Spirit, how did it come here, and where is this." Jian Chen stunned and looked at the purple-green sword spirit in front of him, his heart full of doubts.

Suddenly, Ziqing sword spirit trembled a little, and a consciousness spread. Ziqing Sword Spirit has its own intellect and has its own thoughts. It is only weak and weak. It can't speak at all. This can convey the consciousness that you want to express to Jian Chen through a mysterious way, let Jian Chen go. understanding.

"Ideology space? Is this my consciousness space?" Jian Chen understood the message transmitted by Ziqing Sword Spirit.

Immediately, Ziqing Sword Spirit constantly sends out the volatility of consciousness, and conveys the meaning that he wants to express to Jian Chen in a metaphysical and mysterious way.

After a while, Jian Chen finally understood his current situation.

"I was already dead. It was Ziqing Sword Spirit who saved me and saved my soul...."

"Now my soul has merged with the purple sword spirit...."

Jian Chen finally understood his current situation. I don’t know if it is a joy or a sorrow. After the exchange with Ziqing Sword Spirit, he has already understood that his soul has been integrated with Ziqing Sword Spirit in a very special way. Survive.

He didn't even know if he was his own, or a purple sword.

Jian Chen stayed for a while, then he calmed down. This result surprised him. Unbelievable, his soul was integrated with Ziqing Sword Spirit, and Ziqing Jianling also maintained his own intelligence, though It is a fusion, but the two still maintain their original thinking, but exist in a very strange way.

"What is going on here, how can it become like this." Jian Chen muttered to himself in his own space of consciousness. Such a thing is too sinister for him.

Another stream of consciousness spread from the purple sword spirit.

"I am still me, Ziqing sword spirit is still in Ziqing sword spirit, it just saved me in this way, and saved my life." Jian Chen understood the meaning of Ziqing sword spirit expression, murmured.

......

There is no time in the space of consciousness, and the time inside seems to be static. Jian Chen does not know how long he stayed in it. He finally accepted this fact and then withdrew from the space of consciousness.

When Jian Chen opened his eyes again, the first thing that caught his eye was still the roof of the cabin. At this time, Jian Chen really noticed that his soul became really stronger than before. He could even easily The sense of the range within a radius of a kilometer, previously only because of the mood, so that he has not been aware of the changes in his soul.