As soon as Ye Tianren said this, everyone present was shocked.

Ye Zhantian's face changed wildly, he stepped forward and exclaimed: "Father, don't joke!"

"I have decided, Jiang Taichu, please absorb those mental powers quickly! I am waiting for you, pushing the East and returning safely..."

Ye Tianren's voice gradually became dull and weak, as if it was a power-out music player, which was a sign that the soul clone was about to be extinguished.

Jiang Tian's pupils suddenly shrank, and then his momentum rose step by step. He bowed and clasped his fists and said, "It is an honor to be able to compete with Senior Ye!"

"Very good! Very good! Three years later, the Mid-Autumn Festival moon is full, and you and I will have a chance to have a chance to compete!"

The white light phantom trembled, and the soul clone finally turned into light particles, shattered with a bang, completely disappearing without a trace.

Jiang Tian was afraid that the spiritual power of these Shikigami would be completely disintegrated, so he quickly blew the soul-guiding flute that was sacrificed and refined into the God-Swallowing Flute again.

Fortunately, the shrine is naturally nourishing and adsorbing the mental power, and these mental powers did not spread outside the shrine. It took only a moment to absorb and refine many souls.

"Okay! If all these mental powers are refined, my spiritual sense will be stronger and condensed again, ten times stronger than before!"

Jiang Tian gently stroked the divine flute, nodded slightly, smiled out of the corner of his mouth, and a hint of relief appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!