Ye Yuan had a trace of sincere admiration. After continuous speculation, Ye Yuan himself was shocked by the result of the speculation. This was the real big deal and big plan. He had thought that a dragon had died in battle here and his body fell into it. All its dragon horns and dragon teeth were extracted. All that were left were dragon bodies that were not worthy of such masters. By chance, there was a Xuanyin Earth Vein where the dragon body fell, which formed the Xuanyin Dragon Vein over the years.

Now it seems that everything has been designed by people. At least 100,000 years ago, the final result is that the dragon soul suppressed here escapes from being trapped, and even transforms into a dragon again, with the body of the dragon vein, and there is only one result in the entire Tianyuan Realm, and the three lights are covered, and there will be no sunlight, moonlight, and starlight from then on...

The entire Tianyuan Realm has turned into a ghost creature!

Ye Yuan expressed the results he had guessed little by little, and had no pride at the dark spirit divine tree, but only had a kind of admiration for this arrangement.

After talking for a long time, there was no response. Ye Yuan shook his head and smiled, saying, "I have been talking for so long, but you have not responded at all. According to my estimate, although the fragments of this mysterious stone tablet can suppress you here, it is impossible to completely block you from the outside world. If so, how can you secretly control the development direction of the dragon vein, Lord Dragon Soul!"

But seeing that the dragon soul still did not respond, Ye Yuan shook his head and said, "Have you been a prisoner for at least tens of thousands of years gone by, has the dragon soul been destroyed and dissipated? Or is it that his courage has become smaller, fearing of being exposed?"

The extremely simple method of provoking generals has achieved the greatest effect, and the Xuanyin Qi condensed in the void. Then it was constructed into a big word with a new rune: "Get out."

Ye Yuan was not angry at all and exclaimed, saying, "The dragon text, and it is a relatively ancient dragon text, is not as good as the original dragon text. It has no power that the dragon text itself has. You, if the records of the classics I have seen are not wrong, the Tianyuan Realm has not had a dragon clan for many years, let alone the dragon text. Since you have spoken, why bother to say these meaningless words? Just wasting your energy."

Two large dragon characters condensed in the air again: "Ant."

After being scolded so bluntly and even disdainful and scolded, Ye Yuan's smile became even brighter and said, "Yes, I am indeed an ant. For you, I am wrong. It is not a prisoner who has been imprisoned for more than 100,000 years but still has to do things that the other party's loyal dog can do, but for you, I am indeed an ant now."

As soon as these words were said, a hidden anger condensed in the air, but Ye Yuan seemed to be unaware of it and added: "I am still a free ant."

A stern and depressing aura slowly emerged around him. Ye Yuan seemed to be even more interested and continued: "There is a poem among the human race. I don't know if you have heard it. Life is precious and love is more expensive. If it is for freedom, both can be abandoned. Seeing your situation, I understand the value of freedom more and more. If I have chosen, I would rather die by myself than be a prisoner. More than tens of thousands of years. According to the lifespan of ordinary people in the human race, more than tens of thousands of years is enough for reincarnation. Oh, I can't do it. It's too many, and I can't count it..."

Suddenly, a dragon text condensed from the air with the Xuanyin energy and rushed towards Ye Yuan: "Die!"

A bright light flashed in Ye Yuan's eyes, and his eyes instantly became deep and solemn. He bounced his five fingers in a row, and instantly outlined a large Wuwen word in the void with a sufficient amount of soul power: "Zhen."

As soon as Wu Wen came out, a vast and ancient aura spread in the void. With a sufficient amount of soul power as ink, Wu Wen's town was built, and directly faced the word "death" constructed with dragon Wen. There was a crackling sound, and violent soul fluctuations spread. Under this fluctuation, all people whose souls are lower than Ye Yuan's essence will be suppressed.

It is also said that it is not suppressing the soul at this moment, but suppressing the dragon soul's anger that cannot help but display the trace of consciousness mixed in it when it attacks. If only the characters are condensed with the Xuanyin energy, for a dragon soul that has been suppressed for more than 100,000 years, especially the dragon soul that has been fused with the Xuanyin dragon vein, it does not even need consciousness, and as long as you think about it, you can do it.

But if you want to launch an attack, you must have a trace of consciousness as a guide to do it. Ye Yuan is verbally trying to force the guy to release a trace of consciousness. Just a trace is enough!

The direct collision of runes is compared with the power of the runes itself, rather than the power carried by acquired ones. Ye Yuan is carrying a complete set of initial wizard scripts, which is the most powerful wizard script. The power of pure text itself is probably only the initial dragon script of the dragon clan can compete with each other. This dragon script that has been derived from many generations, and the power of the text itself can be ignored.

The dragon Wen shattered and turned into a wisp of mysterious yin energy and dissipated again in the air. However, there was a trace of consciousness that was unaware under normal circumstances and was suppressed by this Wu Wen. Ye Yuan waved his hand and flew back meaninglessly, shrinking back to Ye Yuan's eyebrows.

At this time, Ye Yuan's face became cold and his eyes were deep. In the Purple Palace, two inches between his eyebrows, the suppressed consciousness appeared directly before the mysterious stone tablet. This ray of consciousness was suppressed on the fragments of the mysterious stone tablet, and the soul power that turned into the word "town" was also retracted.

Four dragon texts condensed in the void again, expressing the meaning of one sentence: "What did you do!"

A trace of pity flashed in Ye Yuan's eyes and said, "Only one dragon soul is left, he dares to show off your so-called arrogance in front of the soul witch, and seek death."

After saying that, Ye Yuan closed his eyes and ignored the newly appeared dragon text in the void. He devoted his consciousness to the Purple Mansion Divine Palace, two inches between his eyebrows. Looking at the suppressed wisp of consciousness on the mysterious stone tablet, Ye Yuan mobilized the power of his soul to build an altar phantom in the Purple Mansion Divine Palace. Ye Yuan showed a phantom and stepped onto the altar, and began to recite the sacrificial text.

In the void, wuwen built with the power of souls continued to emerge, and a sacrificial text appeared word by word in Ye Yuan's Purple Palace. After an hour, Ye Yuan's soul power was consumed 60%, and his body had fallen into a deep sleep due to the transitional consumption of the power of souls.

The soul also became extremely tired.

Looking at the last wizard script, Ye Yuan murmured to himself: "Don't let me down, the soul witches of all generations, if none of you left this witchcraft in the indescribable nothingness when you die, my losses will be huge."

When all the soul witches die, they will release all their soul power and turn their souls into their original state. For the favor of their descendants and the favor of their later soul witches, they will leave the witchcraft they are best at in the indescribable unknown nothingness in the form of sacrifices. When the later soul witches cannot perform this witchcraft, this witchcraft will be guided down, but the more powerful the witchcraft left in the indescribable unknown nothingness, the higher the requirements for the witchcraft that needs to be used.

Last time, a witchcraft that Ye Yuan guided was turned into a blood seal, which could reduce the witchcraft that could not be used at the present stage or reduce the consumption of witchcraft that was originally consumed. After turning it into a blood seal, it means that the witchcraft that was guided can be reused.

But this time, the witchcraft that Ye Yuan wanted to take over was not reusable and could only be used once.

Suddenly, the guidance sacrificial text constructed by more than a thousand initial wizards slowly moved up and rushed into the void in an instant. Then a pitch-black vortex slowly appeared. In an instant, a calm and desolate, ancient aura appeared in Ye Yuan's Purple Palace. Gray wizards flew out of the whirlpools, and the power condensed by each wizard far exceeded all the power of Ye Yuan at this moment.

More than a hundred wizard writings appeared in the whirlpool, but Ye Yuan suddenly felt an impulse of tears flowing down, and each wizard writing was filled with a kind of favor for future generations.

That helpless emotion seemed to tell the sorrow of the soul witches of all generations of dynasties losing themselves. At this last moment, they were filled with indescribable love, favoring their tribe members, and favoring their descendants in inheriting their own will.

In a trance, Ye Yuan seemed to feel a thin hand that was not as thin as firewood and had no warmth gently stroked his head, without any words or thoughts. The favor left in the indescribable unknown nothingness has instantly broken through the deepest softness in Ye Yuan's heart.

In an instant, tears in Ye Yuan's eyes began to flow down slowly.

He seemed to see an old man who never smiled. In everyone's eyes, this old man was mean and cruel and unkind. Everything was based on the standard of achieving his goal, and his methods were cruel and cruel. I don't know how many tribe members were executed with their own hands. Everyone respected him and feared him. For some things that the tribe members could not understand, they could even give up ordinary tribe members and push them into the abyss with their own hands.

At this moment, Ye Yuan finally felt the helplessness and sorrow of the soul witches of all generations who lost themselves. When they died, they gave up all their power in exchange for the deep favor that they showed up for the first time, a favor that would never be felt by others. Even if the soul witch was taken over by this witchcraft later, they would not feel this deep emotion because they lost themselves.

After a while, Ye Yuan's consciousness slowly woke up. The thin and warm touch seemed to be just an illusion. There was only the hundred gray Wu Wen floating in front of him.

Ye Yuan knelt down slowly and bowed solemnly three times, but nothing was left speechless.

At this time, he reached out and pointed to the trace of consciousness suppressed under the mysterious stone tablet. A desolate sound rang out in the Purple Palace: "Inspiration!"
Chapter completed!