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Meng Zhe came to the place where Dong Yiming used to be in the Warring States Period, and he saw a magic circle that was disappearing.

Meng Zhe hurriedly walked over, and after inputting his spiritual power through the soles of his feet, the side door that used to appear in the hotel really appeared, and the magic circle no longer disappeared, but began to become brighter.

Before Meng Zhe could react, the door directly sucked him in. He felt the world turned upside down, and his body lightened. In his feeling, after about 5 minutes, his body felt down-to-earth.

He let his body get used to it first, but to his surprise, the corrosive force on the body in the underworld was extremely strong, and after a while, his body felt pain.

Just as Meng Zhe was frowning and thinking about what to do, a hearty laugh came from behind him.

"Hahahaha, you're finally here, aren't you pretty fast!" I saw a very strong man with a white stork on his head, exuding a very domineering aura, but his face showed a look of His kindness, whoever it is, is not Dong Yiming.

Meng Zhe's eyes narrowed, his face was full of seriousness.

"Dong Yiming, what kind of move is there to use against me, to return that girl's soul! Just tell me what you want to do, don't play with me such nonsense!" Meng Zhe asked someone directly, with the slightest intention of negotiating with Dong Yiming. No.

"Oh, why are you in such a hurry, you must have never been to the underworld, I will take you for a stroll, the scenery in the underworld is pretty good! And I can assure you that the girl's soul has not been harmed at all, not only that , I also absorbed a lot of good things for her soul, all of which are good for the soul." Dong Yiming's face was full of enthusiasm, and he didn't care what Meng Zhe said, and waved Meng Zhe's corrosive power into Shenzhou. dispersed.

Hearing what Dong Yiming said, Meng Zhe didn't relax his vigilance. Instead, he seemed to be facing a big enemy. Meng Zhe knew Dong Yiming too well, and every time he wanted to do something, he would show this expression.

Ask Meng Zhe why he knows Dong Yiming so well, it is because Meng Zhe was tricked by Dong Yiming to grow up when he made his debut in the Canghai Continent.

"Dong Yiming, you and I have known each other in Canghai for many years, do you think I will believe you? I advise you to give me your soul now, and don't let me get really angry!" The anger on Meng Zhe's face has reached the point of explosion edge.

Dong Yiming waved his hands again and again:
"You can't wrong me. I knew you were here from Wu Zhiming. As soon as I heard that you were in danger, I immediately asked him to send me here! Because of this, I fell into a big realm." I don’t need to prove this, you will know if there is a disguise with a sweep of the god stone!” Dong Yiming looked innocent.

Meng Zhe frowned into a king character, and a clear look appeared on his face.

He didn't believe what Dong Yiming said, but he wanted to understand one thing, that is, Wu Zhiming was planting spies around him, and now Dong Yiming was, and so was the dream star that Wu Zhiming brought last time.

Fortunately, I was also complacent about subduing a dream monster and getting a good helper. It seems that after my rebirth, my vigilance has dropped a little bit.

Meng Zhe sighed, and with one hand in his hand, a blade shining with wind and cold light appeared in his hand, it was the blade of space.

Before Dong Yiming could react, Meng Zhe appeared in front of Dong Yiming, and the blade of Space Blade was touching Dong Yiming's neck.

Meng Zhe's face was full of struggle, but soon, his face was replaced by determination.

Before Dong Yiming could open his mouth to argue, Meng Zhe exerted a slight force on his hand, and Dong Yiming's head flew into the sky.

Meng Zhe didn't leave immediately, just stood there quietly.

Soon, Dong Yiming's primordial spirit flew out of his body leisurely.

Because of the blade of space, Dong Yiming's primordial spirit kept flickering, as if it was about to disappear.

"Tell me, where is that girl's soul?" Meng Zhe stretched out his hand to stabilize the soul that had just flown out with the power of space, which was also considered a kind of confinement.

Even so, Dong Yiming's primordial spirit was still very calm, he just pointed in one direction with his finger.

Meng Zhe arrived at the place pointed by Dong Yiming at the fastest speed. It was a closed room with many bottles and jars. Meng Zhe's pupils shrank, and he saw that there was a bottle in each jar. Soul, the least is one soul and one soul, the most is three souls and seven souls are all in the jar.

Meng Zhe didn't care about other things for the time being, he carefully looked through the jars one by one, hoping to find Lin Yingtong's lost soul quickly.

At this moment, Dong Yiming said:

"Just go to the last jar, you'd better not touch the others!"

Meng Zhe went straight to the last jar without saying a word.

Sure enough, Lin Yingtong's soul and soul are in the jar, and the appearance of the soul is Lin Yingtong. She looks like she is asleep at this time, and her face shows the emotion corresponding to the soul from time to time, and she will roar after a while. Lin Yingtong corresponds to Gan's soul.

Meng Zhe didn't touch the pot right away, but started to think about it, because he remembered one thing, that is, those medical books or books on foreign studies that he read when he was a child, many of which were related to grooming Things, and now he sees Lin Yingtong in a state of a soul, which reminds him of these things he saw when he was a child.

Emotions are: joy, anger, worry, thought, sorrow, fear, corresponding to the five internal organs of a person, and: heart, sweet, spleen, lung, and kidney.

Strictly speaking, there are only five aspirations, because fear is the emotion of the kidneys, and worry is the emotion of the spleen.

When Meng Zhe was about to use the divine stone to analyze the principle of sealing the soul in this jar, Dong Yiming said:

"It's okay, you can take the jar with you, so that her soul won't dissipate!" Seeing the hesitation on Meng Zhe's face, Dong Yiming spoke again.

"Warning you, it's best not to make any small moves, or I can knock your soul out of you in an instant." Meng Zhe's face became gloomy again.

Dong Yiming didn't respond to Meng Zhe's warning, and closed his eyes again.

But before Dong Yiming closed his eyes, Meng Zhe saw disappointment, sadness, and sorrow in his eyes.

Meng Zhe's heart seemed to be touched by something, and he couldn't help reaching out to the jar.

But Meng Zhe reacted quickly, which made his back break out in a layer of cold sweat.

Meng Zhe frowned even tighter, because this feeling was obviously the dream monster's unique psychedelic technique.

Dong Yiming's eyes also opened, his face full of horror.

"How is it possible, where did the dream monster come from here?"

"Didn't you make this up in advance? You don't want to act in front of me anymore!" Meng Zhe's face was full of stubbornness, and he let go of a trace of control over the power of space, which made Dong Yiming's primordial spirit feel alive. It's not as good as dying.

"Hee hee, Meng Zhe, stop torturing Uncle Dong, I won't obey his orders!" Just then, a playful laugh sounded around the two of them.

Meng Zhe didn't react at all, as if all this was within his expectation, Dong Yiming was different, his face was full of fear:
"Oswell, how did you get here?"

Hearing Dong Yiming's name, Meng Zhe was not calm anymore, because this name represented a legend.