Chapter 948: You don’t have to risk your life every time

Burning the soul...

As soon as these words came out, the Zhanxing Square fell into silence. Hundreds of instructors were just as dumbfounded as ever. When they looked at Chu Yue's figure, they were filled with deep surprise and shock.

Especially Deng Yun, who was asking the question, even his hands shook.

The spirit of the martial body is the gathering of two souls and three souls, and is the foundation of the body and soul.

There is a saying that only by refining the martial steel on the outside and casting the Yuan Temple on the inside can you gain access to the ancient way of heaven.

But since ancient times, most people have refined their martial bodies like steel. Who dares to forge souls at will?

Not to mention burning the soul.

Even the phoenix's rebirth has to cry out in pain, but she downplays it so lightly, as if she doesn't feel any pain!

Before that, seeing the pair of black gold fire eyes, perhaps the words "burning the soul" flashed through the minds of some teachers, but no one was sure.

All because of Ye Chuyue's performance without even frowning, she was so indifferent!

"Aren't you in pain?"

Deng Yun asked with a trembling voice.

When she was young, her soul was burned by an open flame, and the pain was excruciating.

"It's okay, I can accept it."

Chu Yue held the bone-crushing battle axe, lowered her eyelashes, her eyes were filled with a cold color, and the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, giving off an evil aura that looked like a smile but not a smile.

For those who have died once and fought a last-ditch battle, the pain of burning the soul is by no means the most fatal, otherwise they would not make fun of the soul without full confidence.

While she used the wind-burning flames to burn her soul and stimulate her own state, she also used the power of Shen Nong to quietly heal the injured soul.

Repeatedly, after half a while, it has the effect of repeated efforts.

The level of the Martial Lord is only temporarily improved, but the power of the soul is real!

This may seem like a reckless move, but in fact it is the brilliance of the martial arts path that lies in taking the wrong approach, taking things by surprise, and tempering and forging the soul!

"Don't do this again."

Deng Yun's eyes were slightly red, "The world is hot and cold, and people are cold and warm. The bumps and bumps in the road to martial arts are inevitable. You are still young, and you don't have to risk your life every time. Even if you win, the whole house will cheer you.

How uncomfortable would it be for your mother to see you suffering like this?"

After saying these words, Chu Yue frowned, her heart trembled slightly, her eyes narrowed slightly, and even her throat felt a little sore.

Chu Yue stared blankly at the ivory white floor, as if staring into the distant void.

Before this, Chu Yue felt no pain at all. Perhaps in the past two lives, her body had been broken and her soul had wandered alone, and she had long been accustomed to the tenacity that could be tempered into steel.

On the contrary, Deng Yun's inadvertent expression of care and everything about her mother could make her eyes red in an instant, and she felt the pain in her soul was unbearable.

"Ayue, what's wrong with you?"

Deng Yun was relatively close. The first time she noticed something was wrong with Chu Yue, she asked with concern.

Chu Yue put away the bone-crushing battle ax and pinned it to her waist. The flame totem in her eyes gradually disappeared.

She smiled bitterly, shook her head, and said flatly: "It's nothing, I suddenly felt some pain in my soul."

Deng Yun was slightly stunned. When she came to her senses, she looked at the child with distress.

People who are accustomed to walking in the cold dark night have no fear of life or death. What they fear most is warmth and sunshine.

"Xiao Chu!"

An old voice sounded, and Chu Yue's eyes reflected Yun Mane, who was dressed in gray robes.

Yun Hui walked over, holding back her distressed emotions, and asked: "Did you wantonly break the rules of the Star-Zhancing Palace, burn your soul, and bully Lin Xiao?"

Chu Yue remained silent and said nothing.

"Elder Yun, it was Lin Xiao who was the first to be rude, violent and bullying!" Yan Nanji said in awe.

Hua Yuehen nodded, "The disciple is willing to testify that Lin Xiao not only attacked the junior sister, but also the disciple and junior brother Yan."

"Elder Yun, as you just said, discussions are unavoidable. The competition is imminent, so there is no need to make a big deal." Nangong Chu acted like a peacemaker.

Yun Huan suddenly waved his sleeves, and a wind blade hit Nangong Chu's body. Nangong Chu fell backward, breaking several solid glass tables in succession.

"Cough, cough..."

Nangong Chu fell into the mess and coughed up bright red blood.

Yun Hui took a step forward, stood with his hands behind his back, his white hair fluttered, his long eyebrows furrowed, and he released the sword master's aura, approaching every corner of the Star-cutting Palace.

Yun Huan glared at Nangong Chu, his voice was like thunder, full of energy, and he drank it without getting angry and said: "I'm asking about the matter of the Star-cutting Palace. Even Lu Qiong has to think twice here, and you have no right to ask!"

He Xiongshan was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Yun Xiang getting furious and his expression suddenly changed, he knew that this old guy was really angry.

The old man has always been very protective of his shortcomings. How can he bear it when he learns that his precious disciple has to burn his soul to save his dignity under the pressure of others?

Yun Huan looked down at Chu Yue with a solemn face, and said extremely sternly: "Xiao Chu, if you have made a mistake and ignored the rules, then I am willing to be punished on your behalf. From now on, we, master and disciple, will leave Shenxuan! If you don't
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