Why are you messing with her? She is full of space beasts.

Chapter 390 Repairing the Soul

Bai Ling's back was soaked with sweat, and beads of sweat the size of green beans slid down her fair face, but she didn't dare to move at all and concentrated on taking out the needle.

Bai Ling spent a huge amount of spiritual power and mental energy, risking the destruction of his soul, just to help this girl he had never met remove the soul-locking needle. In fact, he had selfish motives, especially when he knew that the girl was from the Nine Heavens Temple.

The more favors the Jiutian Temple owes to her Yaochi Palace, the more benefits it will bring to her Yaochi Palace. If Yaochi is in trouble one day, she will have something to say.

Bai Ling was already feeling dizzy at this time. She gritted her teeth and pursed her lips. She was just a little bit away from success.

A fishy-sweet taste surged from deep in her throat, but she forced it down.

Swish!

An extremely thin black needle was wrapped in black mist and suspended in the air, while Bai Ling quickly sat on the ground to meditate and recover, while Yu Bugui helped her from behind.

The pain deep in his soul made Ji Jiuying roar, his eyes widened, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell from mid-air.

Feng Che's heart tightened, and he quickly stepped forward to catch her, "Jiu'er, how are you? Don't scare your uncle."

"Miss!"

"Little Nine."

"Damn girl."

When the people outside the door heard Ji Jiuying's screams, their faces turned pale and they hurried to the barrier. They didn't know what was going on inside and were extremely worried, but they still endured it.

He looked inside the barrier anxiously.

Ji Jiuying tried hard to open her eyes and said weakly, "Second uncle, what happened?"

Ji Jiuying had no recollection of what had happened, she only knew that her head was aching terribly.

"Jiu'er, bear with it for a while. Your soul is injured. When Lord Bai Ling recovers, I will help you heal the injury to your soul."

Ji Jiuying frowned. What was her second uncle talking about? A wound to the soul? She closed her eyes and felt it. Her soul was indeed wounded, as if it was torn apart. But why did she have no memory of it at all?

I took a look at Bai Ling who was recovering. Who was she?

The woman's spiritual power and mental strength were exhausted. By the time she woke up, she would probably be in so much pain. Her expression changed slightly, and she pulled Feng Che into the space.

Bai Ling and Yu Bugui, who were meditating, frowned slightly.

Feng Che put Ji Jiuying down. This was his second time entering this space, but he was not in the mood to check it out.

"Jiuer...what are you doing?"

"Second uncle, I can repair my soul by myself, so I won't bother others. I can't wait..."

Ji Jiuying said weakly.

Feng Che finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was so concerned that he completely forgot that Jiuer could practice soul arts. Since she could practice soul arts, repairing the soul would naturally be a piece of cake for her.

Several small animals surrounded them, but Xiao Huang'er was missing. Ji Jiuying used her remaining soul power to release Xiao Huang'er from her sea of ​​consciousness.

"Mom, how are you?" Xiao Huang'er walked forward worriedly, with a gleam in her eyes.

Since Ji Jiuying blocked the space at the beginning, the little beasts had no idea what was happening outside, but the evil fire sensed that her soul was injured. Ling Xiao and Xuan Ming also transformed into human form, and it could be seen that she did not seem to be in good condition.

Xiao Huang'er in Ji Jiuying's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness saw everything happening outside clearly.

Ji Jiuying wanted to speak, but Feng Che spoke first, "Xiao Huang'er, your mother needs to repair her soul now. If you have any questions, we can ask them later, okay?"

Xiao Huang'er nodded, and seeing Ji Jiuying's uncomfortable look, she could no longer hold back the tears in her eyes.

Ji Jiuying sat cross-legged on the couch, gathering her spiritual energy and continuously practicing the fourth level of the Divine Control Technique, the Soul Technique.

Several people stayed by her side in silence.

The torn soul was repaired bit by bit by her, and the missing fragments of memories in her mind also came back. Ji Jiuying frowned.

The moonlight in the sky gradually dimmed, thick dark clouds appeared in the sky, and the earth also became gloomy, casting a heavy shadow on the city of Kyoto.

Swish!

Bai Ling and Yu Bugui opened their eyes at the same time, looking around with cold eyes, and the barrier was still intact.

"Where did they go?"

Yu Bugui's eyes moved slightly, and when he was about to speak, Ji Jiuying and Feng Che appeared in the room at the same time. They looked at the two people who suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared in confusion.

Bai Ling found that her soul had been restored. Who helped her to restore it? Where did it go during the disappearance?

Ji Jiuying's eyes fell on Bai Ling. She walked up to Bai Ling, clasped her hands together, and bowed. "Ji Jiuying thanks Lord Bai Ling for saving my life."

He bowed to Yu Bugui again and said, "Thank you, Master."

As her soul was repaired, the missing memories also returned. Although she was in a puppet state at the time, she still knew everything about the outside world clearly.

Bai Ling took an admiring look at the girl in front of her. She had clear, lively eyes and beautiful facial features. She was only fourteen years old, but she looked so stunning. No wonder the man was attracted to her.

When she heard her calling Yu Bugui "Master", a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she turned around and looked at Yu Bugui, "Guixu Divine Lord, is this your disciple?"

Yu Bugui raised his head proudly, "That is my only disciple, Lord Bai Ling, please don't set your sights on her."

Ji Jiuying burst out laughing.

Bai Ling glared at him unhappily, then turned to look at Ji Jiuying, "Girl, can you tell me who helped you repair your soul?"

Ji Jiuying glanced at Feng Che, who nodded slightly before saying, "Lord Bai Ling, I fixed it myself."

"You yourself?" Bai Ling was puzzled, obviously not believing Ji Jiuying's words.

"Lord Bai Ling, it was indeed Xiao Jiu who repaired it himself." Feng Che looked at Bai Ling and said seriously.

Bai Ling remained silent. She had never heard of anyone who could repair their own soul. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in her mind and she looked at Ji Jiuying in disbelief. Could it be that... she had practiced soul magic?

Ji Jiuying smiled meaningfully, and Bai Ling further confirmed what she was thinking. This girl was far more surprising than she had imagined.

Perhaps Feng Che and Feng Wu are the only clear-headed people in the Feng family.

The barrier disappeared and the door was opened from the inside.

A red dress appeared at the door.

Everyone hurried forward and looked at Ji Jiuying's clear eyes, and they all cried with joy.

"Miss, you are finally well."

"Xiaojiu, luckily you're okay."

"Xiaojiu..."

Ji Jiuying looked at the many people outside who cared about her, and her heart warmed. She smiled and said, "I'm fine. I'm sorry for making everyone worried."

"Humph, you little bitch is really cruel. Look at my arm. There are still marks of being strangled by the rope."

Hei Xiangling said resentfully, and Ji Jiuying blushed, "I'm sorry, beautiful sister Xiangling."

"No, you have to compensate me with ten meals of barbecue and hot pot."