Opening his eyes, Ye Qinghan forcefully rubbed his face with his hands and forced himself to be clear-headed. His sea of souls had mutated many times, and he could do nothing about it. What was the point of being afraid?
What was to come would come. Originally, the moment Obama entered his body, Ye Qinghan had already mentally prepared himself to be demonized. Now that he was still alive, his life could be said to have been retrieved.
With this thought, Ye Qinghan completely relaxed. He once again began to look into his soul. After observing for a very long time and thoroughly examining every inch of his soul countless times, Ye Qinghan finally confirmed a few things.
The first was the good news. That ball of demonic aura of Obama's main body was trapped on the bridge and could not come out. There was no possibility of him being demonized! Furthermore, that ball of demonic aura was slowly decreasing under the holy light of the bridge. Even though it was very slow, there would be a day when Obama would completely perish!
The second was even better news. Even though so many black lines had appeared on his soul, there was nothing wrong with it. On the contrary … the strength of his soul was at least three times stronger than before!
What did three times mean?
In the past, Ye Qinghan's soul strength was close to that of a sixth grade War-God, but now it had reached the strength of a seventh grade War-God! And Mo Xiaoxiao's soul strength, the strongest in the Realm of Gods, was only at the level of a Venerable!
The third was the bad news, the fatal bad news!
Because that ball of demonic aura of Obama was constantly decreasing, those close to a hundred black lines … were slowly increasing at the same time. According to Ye Qinghan's careful observation during this period of time. It was very likely that that ball of demonic aura had not completely disappeared. The thirty longest black lines would simultaneously pierce through the soul!
What would be the consequences of thirty black lines simultaneously piercing through two souls? Ye Qinghan did not dare to imagine. Based on this speed, it would take at least ten years for these thirty black lines to simultaneously pierce through the soul.
In other words, after ten years, Ye Qinghan's two souls would simultaneously become sixty. Even if his soul did not collapse on that day, Ye Qinghan believed that he would definitely die in pain!
"Ten years? Hehe! "
Ye Qinghan weakly opened his eyes. This feeling was like finding out that he had cancer in his previous life, and it was in the late stage! Just sit there and wait for death …
"What is this place? If it's close, I can rush back to the Secret Realm of Reincarnation in ten years and take a look at them. How good would that be! "
Ye Qinghan pondered for a moment and smiled bitterly to himself. This idea was too naive. There was only one plane nearby, and it was a medium-sized plane at that. It definitely didn't seem like a plane near the God Realm. Even if he was teleported to the vicinity of the Demon World, he would not be able to return to the Secret Realm of Reincarnation without encountering the Space Shattering Blade Current!
"Qingcheng and the others should have already given birth, right? I wonder how many more children I have? "
Ye Qinghan's eyes lit up when he thought of the three months of madness in the Reincarnation Plane. A hint of determination appeared on his face. He pursed his lips and clenched his fists. After a long silence, he said to himself,
"Ten years! Ten years! I still have time. I must think of a way to stop my soul from splitting. I want to live on. I want to go back to see my children. I want to bring Xiao Hei back to see Xiao Hei's children! I cannot die. I want to fight against the heavens and take my life from them! I will never give in! "
Ye Qinghan took out the Slaughter God Blade and sent her divine senses into it. She saw that Xiao Hei's spirit body had transformed into a small, white soul-devouring beast that was in a deep sleep. The determination in Ye Qinghan's eyes deepened.
He stood up, and his body emitted a strong sense of confidence. Through the hole in the roof, he looked up at the sky and told himself to live on. He had to bring Xiao Hei home!
"What are you doing?"
"How dare you! Do you know where this place is?!"
Suddenly, a tender voice resounded and interrupted Ye Qinghan's thoughts. Ye Qinghan was startled and hurriedly concealed himself. He felt ashamed in his heart. Because of his soul mutation, he was so scared that he did not even know what was happening outside.
With his divine senses, Ye Qinghan easily understood the situation outside. Outside the courtyard, thousands of martial artists had arrived. They were all wearing white armor, and the weakest of them was a Heavenly God. There were even some who had reached the God World's God Generals and God Kings. Thousands of people surrounded the courtyard, and at this moment, the four maids were protecting the delicate and beautiful princess. They were shouting loudly at the entrance of the courtyard.
"King Feng has ordered for the princess to return to the palace!"
A tall and mighty middle-aged man walked out from the crowd of thousands of martial artists. He was wearing gorgeous battle armor and had a handsome mustache. He was the leader of this group of martial artists.
The white-robed Alice had a murderous look on her face. She was not strong, but she had grown up with the princess. In the past, her status was incomparably obedient. How could she tolerate someone offending her? She said coldly, "How dare you! Luo Sen, how dare you surround the princess' courtyard? How dare you! The princess has been ill recently. You should report to His Majesty and apologize another day! "
"Hmph, shut up, Alice. Do you believe that I won't rape you if you continue to be so long-winded?"
How could Alice know that Luo Sen, who used to not even dare to fart beside her, sneered coldly? He looked at her alluring body without the slightest scruple and said faintly. At the same time, he waved his hand, and the surrounding martial artists opened up a path, revealing a gorgeous carriage in front of them. Luo Sen shouted coldly again, "Invite the princess into the carriage!"
"Princess, don't …"
"Luo Sen, if you dare to offend me, I will kill you!"
Clang! Clang!
The four maids pulled out their swords at the same time, and their divine power vibrated. The thousands of martial artists outside also pulled out their weapons at the same time. Murderous intent immediately filled the courtyard.
The four maids were all God World's God Generals. Not to mention the God King Luo Sen outside and the dozens of God Generals' squad leaders outside, even if there were thousands of Heaven Gods, they would not be able to deal with them!
"Pan Duoji, I didn't expect you to cheat me of the throne, and even break your promise. Alice, put down your weapons. You are not a match for them … "
The little princess' gem-like eyes flashed with a trace of anger and helplessness. That delicate and pitiful expression weakened the killing intent of the countless Heavenly God martial artists. No matter what, this was their princess, the empire's number one beauty, the goddess in the hearts of the empire's men, Princess Pandora!
"If I kill this group of people, won't it be troublesome?"
At this time, a gentle voice suddenly sounded in the little princess' mind. The little princess was stunned, but her eyes lit up because this voice said something not long ago: "Don't touch me, I will not harm you!"
It was … that mysterious and powerful man!
Although the little princess was overjoyed, she did not show it on her face. Her thoughts were pure, but many years of palace etiquette taught her that she could not show her emotions on her face.
"You just need to say it in your mind, and I will know the answer! Don't be afraid, with me here, no one can hurt you! "
The voice continued. This voice seemed to have some kind of magic, and the little princess felt her heart was at peace. She immediately thought in her heart: "Don't be rash, esteemed guest. These are the empire's Holy Guards. If you kill them, it will attract countless experts and the Vatican's Holy Army. The Pope is extremely powerful, almost invincible in the continent. You are not a match for him!"
"Pope?"
Ye Qinghan smiled slightly. The Pope that this little princess spoke of was probably one of the few high-level Emperor Gods in this plane.
This plane was very strange. There were many mortals, many Heavenly God martial artists, and there were even Emperor Gods. Logically speaking, martial artists of this level would have long ascended to a higher plane.
Ye Qinghan pondered for a moment and decided not to make a move first. Ye Qinghan did not care about these few experts in this plane. He could crush them to death easily. It was just that he was unfamiliar with this place, and he had to think of a way to prevent his soul from splitting. If he made a big deal out of this, it would attract the attention of the higher plane's Overlords, and it would be troublesome!
After a moment, Ye Qinghan thought through the matter and sent a voice transmission: "Get on the carriage. Don't worry, I will protect you secretly! No one can hurt you, not even … that so-called Pope! "
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