After the witch was reborn, she made all the talented people in the world of cultivation cry.

Pudding Jiang Huaili lived long enough, and his memory was also very complicated.

Although Jiang Huaili has the word "Li" in his name, he is not a person who follows etiquette teachings.

This person usually looks gentle and courteous.

In front of his parents, he is a well-behaved and obedient son, and a good brother to his filial brothers.

In fact, this is not the case. To put it nicely, it is a traitor, and to put it worse, it is a born bad child.

He had looked down on his parents who had poor qualifications since he was a child. His mother had absolutely no qualifications, accomplished nothing, and died early.

Although my father became the patriarch of the Jiang family, it was not because of his true ability, but because he would reincarnate.

A huge amount of cultivation resources were wasted on him. His grandfather, a great grievance, even used the merits and faith of his own plane to turn him into a little god by working hard.

With such help, if it were him, even the God Lord would be able to give it a try.

The two younger brothers he also disliked very much, the second brother Jiang Huaide was a rotten gambler who had accomplished nothing.

The most irritating thing is that this kind of rotten persimmon, which is not popular among the people, is actually favored by my grandfather. Who can explain this?

Why?

Just give the old man some worthless junk every now and then?

He doesn't understand, and he doesn't want to understand.

The third child and the second child have the same face and a very sweet mouth. They jump up and down to please each other, just like monkeys looking for bananas from people everywhere. They also euphemistically call them Caiyi Yuqin.

He is so disgusted with his direct blood relatives, and he has no sense of belonging to the family that raised him since he was a child.

His grandfather Sanyu Shenjun was an exception. Perhaps because of his guilty conscience, he always felt that the old man could see through his appearance.

After all, he is the main god of the middle plane, so his abilities and vision are naturally not comparable to those of ordinary people.

However, the Three Fish God Lord is very busy, either practicing in seclusion or patrolling his own plane.

He works in his position, and every once in a while he has to deal with things that the little gods can't solve.

When I have some free time, I just dote on my second child, Jiang Huaide.

Therefore, as long as you avoid a few key points, you can go your own way.

Buddha Budian is everything to him. He has an enchanted belief in the great monk Budian and is a loyal and loyal fan.

In order not to overthrow the great monk, he could dedicate himself and sacrifice everything.

Therefore, Bu Dian trusted him very much.

This also resulted in that after Bu Dian left, he handed over most of the forces that had not been taken out by the Nine Heavens Temple.

There was too much content and it was very difficult for the two of them to divide the work and work together in line with the principle of not missing any clues.

Fortunately, the method to remove the bloodline mark was found from some fragments obtained from the soul search... but there is no way.

The mark is placed on each other's souls. If it must be lifted, someone's soul will inevitably be injured, or seriously injured.

Ye Lige is also a ruthless person, and he must do what he promised to his ancestors.

Before that, Yun Jiang had already set an example by directly cutting off the twelve or more soul marks from Pudding's soul. Wouldn't it be lifted?

Uncle Suo said with a melancholy look: "One is to shoot him to death, and the other is to enter the sea of ​​consciousness."

Slap the pudding to death and capture the pudding's little soul. You can do whatever you want with it, and you can peel off any piece you want.

This is the safest, but it will also expose themselves.

Not to mention that there is no way to explain to the Jiang family, and it is also not conducive to catching the remnants scattered in the God Realm.

The second method is to enter the sea of ​​​​consciousness and remove the marks, which sounds good, but is actually equally unsafe.

The sea of ​​consciousness is not only the most important place for a monk, but also a world of its own.

The monk's soul is the main god in his own sea of ​​consciousness.

Once trouble occurs, the intruders will not get anything good to eat.

Therefore, whether it is first or second, it is not a safe way.

Yeli Gehun said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, I have my own countermeasures."

Uncle Suo: ...It’s not easy to find out. How can there be a safe way?

Ye Lige smiled mysteriously, "Isn't there still you?"

Uncle Suo: ...Just pretend that I didn’t say anything.

Then, he saw that the beautiful little fairy changed her appearance as soon as she turned around.

Perhaps Pudding's sea of ​​consciousness has an instinctive memory of the Great Monk Butian.

In short, the transformed monk entered Pudding's sea of ​​consciousness from the center of his eyebrows without experiencing any setbacks.

The sea of ​​​​consciousness is like a vast ocean, and you can't see the edge at a glance.

The Great Monk Bu Dian screamed with an old face, "Pudding... pudding!"

In normal times, Pudding might not be fooled by such a clumsy method.

But it was different now. He was injured, very seriously.

What's more important is that he can't afford the consequences of the matter being revealed, and he doesn't dare to wake up at all.

Before he could even figure out how to escape, he was put in a soul-locking array, and then his soul was forcibly searched by Uncle Suo.

After all, he is a divine king. With his current level of cultivation, although soul searching will damage the soul, it will not be fatal and will definitely be damaged.

He even deliberately concealed something while searching for the other party's soul.

At that time, when Uncle Suo was searching for the Soul Lord for the first time, he didn't realize this yet.

Pudding's sea of ​​consciousness is very large, and the little soul soul is hiding in a remote corner and shivering.

When he was helpless and hesitant, he heard a heavenly voice, "Buddha is here, come to save him!"

"Lord Buddha..."

The little man of Yuanshen rolled over and threw himself into his arms, "Oh, oh, oh, Lord Buddha!"

Then he was stabbed in the back.

Ye Lige: Thank you Zerg, thank them for providing the poison that can paralyze the soul.

Before fainting, he forced himself to open his eyes wide and asked, "Who are you? What did you do to me?"

After achieving his goal, the 'Budian Monk' ignored him at all. He suppressed his nausea, performed several purification techniques on himself, and rinsed himself twice with water.

Then he took out a sharp soul knife and prepared to chop and slash Pudding's soul.

There are so many things that a monk can contract in his life, including monsters, magic weapons and treasures, and even various storage equipment that need to be marked.

Whether these marks are deep or shallow, they will be marked on the soul and will not be exposed easily.

However, this was not a problem for Ye Lige, she had already been prepared.

But Ye Lige took out a tube of blood and made several tedious gestures one after another. However, he saw that the plasma turned into balls of red mist, and the soul surrounding the pudding began to rotate.

Uncle Suo was speechless about this tube of blood, because it was drawn from Jiang Fusheng.

At first, everyone thought that Ye Lige was bullying Fu Sheng, an honest child, by virtue of his status as an elder.

Unexpectedly, it is really useful.

While the blood mist was swirling, Uncle Suo humbly asked for advice, "What kind of regulations is this?"

Ye Lige was preoccupied with answering Uncle Suo's question, "Since it is a bloodline mark, it is necessary to rely on bloodline gravity."

The method of cracking it was obtained by searching through the classics about the demon clan.

Uncle Suo, "Then why don't you use your own blood?"

Ye Lige: ...After all, I still feel like I bullied Fusheng's eldest nephew!

"It hurts others when you draw someone else's blood, but it hurts more when you draw your own blood, right?"

It is better to let others feel pain than to make yourself feel pain.

Before Uncle Suo could speak, he saw that the blood mist surrounding the cloth suddenly condensed a dozen or so considerable marks in different directions of his soul.

These marks, attracted by the blood mist, glowed with a strange bloody light.

Ye Lige whispered, "Found it!"

Uncle Suo, "Why are there thirteen people?"

Ye Lige glanced at it casually, smiled, and pointed to the mark with the thickest blood mist, "If my guess is correct, this should be the mark of the second uncle Cheng Yuan Daojun."

Uncle Suo: ...it feels very shocking!

Jiang Fusheng's plasma was used to cast the spell. The blood mist closest to his bloodline would be thicker, and vice versa.

Then, without saying a word, Ye Lige raised his knife and cut out the twelve bloodline marks.

Only the thirteenth mark of Cheng Yuan Daojun was left, euphemistically called respecting his personal choice.

Twelve times, the little soul of Pudding was gouged out with so many scars that it was difficult to wake up even if he wanted to.

Even the miracle doctor Letian was unable to do anything.

Finally, Ye Lige said casually, "Let's search again!"

Pudding’s soul is incredibly healthy, so you need to search it several times to feel at ease!

Pudding, whose life and death were unknown, lay motionless: I just want to ask, will I be healthy like this?