Underworld Rebirth: Boss, you are dead!

Chapter 77 Sleeping Qingsoul Tea!
The little white snake didn't know what it was thinking, but it took a mouthful of water from the spring and sprayed it on Yang Xiu.

Yang Xiu wanted to hide, but his body seemed to be disobedient, and he was sprayed all over by the little white snake!
It is strange to say that such a small white snake can spit out water larger than its own body.

"Hey, it's so comfortable!"

It's all wet, and it's comfortable. It's really not that Yang Xiu has any special interests or hobbies.

He just told the truth.

Just very comfortable!
This comfortable feeling is a bit like the feeling when refining the seven-leaf soul fruit and the soul will grow wildly.

"Little guy, come on!"

The little white snake was really obedient, and took another sip of water with his head down, spraying it on Yang Xiu's body.

This spring is weird!
Yang Xiu simply walked to the spring, knelt down and asked, "Xiaobai, can I have a drink?"

Perhaps annoyed by Yang Xiu's title, the little white snake opened its mouth, baring its small fangs, spitting out snake letters.

Yang Xiu: "If you don't drink it, don't drink it, then you can spray me some more."

The little white snake tilted its head, jumped up suddenly, and bit Yang Xiu's finger.

The speed of the little white snake was ridiculously fast, and Yang Xiu didn't react at all from the beginning to the end.

The finger bitten by the white snake did not feel any pain, but the strength of the white snake far exceeded Yang Xiu's expectations.

Far above him!
Being dragged desperately by the little white snake, Yang Xiu fell directly into the spring!
"Fuck!"

Yang Xiu jumped up, wiping the sweat from his forehead with both hands.

Not to mention, after turning into the soul of the underworld and becoming a soul cultivator, all the manifestations of the body and the soul have the same reaction.

This sweat is real.

Seeing the familiar Guihun Terrace around him, Yan Tiannan, the Lord of the South Hall who had met three times before, and many Rakshasa envoys who still hadn't stood up, Yang Xiu took a few breaths:
"I just said, I'm a soul cultivator anyway, so I won't be drowned. It turned out to be a dream."

But it's a little strange, how come the Rakshasa envoys around here are looking at him so wrongly?
"Dude, you can do it!"

A squatting Rakshasa envoy next to Yang Xiu gritted his teeth and said:
"We are all so desperate that we can't stand up, but you are good. You snore loudly when you sleep, and you can jump up and down when you wake up!"

"Jump up and down?"

Only then did Yang Xiu realize that he was still on the Returning Soul Stage!
There should be such a huge coercion that he can't even move his fingers.

But now, Yang Xiu only feels that he...

Light as a swallow!

After checking his body for a while, Yang Xiu felt that the soul in his soul and spirit had made a big breakthrough!
If it was said that the soul thoughts in Yang Xiu's earth soul refreshing spirit were a faint mist before, then the soul thoughts in the earth soul are already thick white mist now!

Even, Yang Xiu found a drop of liquid purely gathered from soul thoughts in it!
Only then did Yang Xiu understand why he couldn't break through the barrier of the earth soul.

The strength of the soul thought that I was proud of before was just at the beginning.

The faint scent of tea interrupted Yang Xiu's thinking.

He looked at Yan Tiannan, the master of the South Palace not far away, and the Qinghun tea on the wooden table.

Yang Xiu immediately ran away.

The other Rakshasa envoys saw it in their eyes and were jealous in their hearts.

They were doing push-ups, and this girl who had ascended to the top of the realm was now doing triple jumps!

"Master Nandian!"

Looking at Yang Xiu who was respectfully saluting, Yan Tiannan sized him up for a while, and finally asked:
"Did you have a dream?"

Yang Xiu: "Yes!"

Yan Tiannan: "You boy, the fate is really not shallow. You have obtained the most precious vision of Guihun Terrace."

Yang Xiu: "Vision?"

Yan Tiannan briefly told Yang Xiu about the vision of Guihun Terrace. After all, when he told other Rakshasa envoys, this guy was still snoring.

Yang Xiu couldn't help looking at the thunder that was still slashing and the wind that was still whirling not far away...

Yan Tiannan: "Thunder is moving in all directions, and the wind is returning to one. They are all first-class visions, but your dream is called a dream, not a dream."

Yang Xiu: "I also ask the Master of the South Hall to clarify."

Yan Tiannan: "Dreams are not dreams, they are the best visions of Guihun Terrace. Only you know the good fortune in them. According to the regulations of Guihun Palace, no one is allowed to ask and disclose them. I don't know more about them." gone."

This "dream is not a dream" is indeed mysterious, and Yang Xiu couldn't help recalling the little white snake and the spring water in the dream.

"Since you are the first one to come to me, let's drink this Qinghun tea."

"Thank you, Lord Nandian!"

Yang Xiu wasn't too polite, picked up the teacup, raised his head, and it was done!
After drinking, Yang Xiu smacked his lips and said, "Well, it's a bit fragrant. But it doesn't seem to feel anything?"

"You reckless boy, you really don't understand tea!"

Yan Tiannan laughed and scolded: "The medicinal power of this Qinghun tea will be integrated into your three souls and seven souls. If you have the opportunity to accumulate your soul in the Dao body, the medicinal power of this Qinghun tea will be activated to help you go further, but Right now, you have the right to drink it like ordinary tea."

Yang Xiu felt a little regretful, thinking that the Qinghun tea would have an immediate effect after drinking it.

But if you think about it, if you really want to drink it, you can directly start accumulating the soul at the peak of the Ascension Realm. Such a heaven-defying thing is probably not something that Yan Tiannan can produce.

At this moment, the thunder and strong wind on Guihun Stage gradually dissipated.

Soul Lost Spear - Qin Jiangming and Spirit Extinguishing Blade - Ouyang Mu both opened their eyes.

They all immediately looked at the wooden table in front of Yan Tiannan, the master of the South Hall.

Then, they saw Yang Xiu at the wooden table and the teacup in his hands.

Qin Jiangming's eyes were red then:

"how can that be?"

Among the nine Rakshasa envoys present at the scene, their realm was much lower than the others. The late-born junior who was suspected of going through the back door actually got Qinghun tea?

"Qinghun Tea!"

Qin Jiangming roared and rushed forward.

Qin Jiangming has already obtained his own fortune, and the coercion of Guihun Terrace has no restrictions on him.

Yang Xiu wasn't worried that Qin Jiangming would do something. Where is this?Return to the soul platform!
How can he be presumptuous?
Sure enough, Qin Jiangming didn't have any tendency to attack Yang Xiu, he just grabbed the teacup in Yang Xiu's hand.

He turned the teacup upside down and shook it.

"It's really gone!"

Qin Jiangming was so angry that he stomped hard on the Guihun stage with one foot.

It took a long time to vent.

Ouyang Mu was much calmer, but looked helplessly at Yang Xiu.

The two of them learned from Yan Tiannan, the master of the South Palace, that Yang Xiu was drinking Qinghun tea from his sleep. Qin Jiangming pointed at Yang Xiu viciously, and gritted his teeth and said:
"I, Qin Jiangming, have never been convinced by anyone, but this time I am convinced! If I had known, I should have punched myself unconscious!"

Ouyang Mu said coldly: "It's up to you, even if you faint, you won't be able to induce dreams that are not dreams!"

(End of this chapter)