Fighting the Supreme Realm

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Xiao Yan was very satisfied, taking a deep breath of jasmine, sitting on the bed, crossing his knees to luck, abandoning distractions, and intending to transform the power of the ghostly spirit.

Xiao Yan adjusted his luck to his best condition, his heart sank, and he looked inside Dan Tian.

I saw the Wraith Wreath curled into a ball, translucent, and lazy without any reaction.

"If it weren't for the elder brother, you might have been asleep and not awake, I would have wasted a lot of good opportunities." Xiao Yan was filled with emotion.

With a sigh, Xiao Yan mobilized the power of the soul, enveloping the phantom spirit. There seemed to be a reaction. When Xiao Yan's soul contacted the solitary ghost, he suddenly felt cold all over his body, but his bones were cold, and he was stunned for a while.

It is indeed the fifth-ranked ghost in Dou Di mainland, whose cold can almost freeze the soul. Fortunately, the ghostly ghost seems to sense Xiao Yan, the cold air slowly dissipates, and a strange ripple ripples between Xiao Yan's soul power and ghostly ghost.

Xiao Yan can feel that the solitary ghost is feeling nostalgic and unwilling to himself, as if a child is holding his parents' body. Is this how it feels when the ghost recognizes the Lord? Xiao Yan was not very clear and could not ask. Although the mainland of Doudi is vast and boundless, the fact that the three wonders recognized the Lord by themselves cannot be verified.

Converge, Xiao Yan slowly guides his thoughts into the power of the soul, trying to convey to the ghostly ghost.

To Xiao Yan's surprise, as Qing Haoran said, You Jue Ling completely obeyed his will. And after communication, Xiao Yan felt that as long as his mind was moving, he could summon the Wraith, but the level of disparity was too great. Once summoned, the power of the soul was almost exhausted, making Xiao Yan endless. Don't use it lightly until it is critical.

"Transfer some energy to me." Xiao Yan gave an order. Immediately, a pure energy was uploaded along Dan Tian to Xiao Yan's knowledge sea. Feeling a steady stream of energy surging, Xiao Yan was overjoyed. It seems that this time, not only can he improve the power of the soul, but he can also practice the blood spirit decision. Since learning the Blood Spirit Decision, there is no ghost devour, although he often practices, he has not improved at all. Xiaosheng ’s exercises, Xiao Yan is looking forward to its cultivation results.

The blood spirit runs fast, and the power of the soul and the chaos of holy spirit are swept out, enveloping every energy, and turning it into its own soul power.

What Xiao Yan is amazed is that this energy is exceptionally pure. It seems to be his own. It does not need to undergo any tempering from the sky fire. As long as it is guided by the power of the soul, it can be quickly transformed without any trace of spillover.

Any conversion of energy is lossy. Devour the ghost and transform its energy into the power of the soul, no exception, according to the strength of the soul of the absorber and the rank of the ghost, determine how much energy is absorbed, even if there is a quasi-sacred method like blood spirit determination It can only greatly increase the absorption ratio, but it can't completely absorb it 100%. It is unheard of for Xiao Yan to absorb no trace of energy.

It is indeed a miracle that recognizes the Lord automatically. Xiao Yan is full of gratitude to the old demon emperor. It is quite difficult to improve the power of the soul.

Xiao Yan was immersed in the cultivation of blood spirit and the continuous improvement of the power of the soul. Unconsciously, time had passed for seven days. The power of the soul was promoted from the early stage of the imperial realm to the middle stage, and continued to soar all the way.

The power of the rich soul seemed to turn into substance and spread rapidly outward. The entire courtyard was hundreds of miles in length, completely shrouded in the power of Xiao Yan's soul, and the grass, trees, and even stones and sand gradually changed from faint to clear, to the slightest.

In the eastern courtyard, the power of the soul swept across, Qing Haoran seemed to be aware of it, his brows froze, his eyes turned towards the direction in which Xiao Yan lived, thoughtfully. Xiao Yan sat in the room and smiled slightly.

In the western cabin, Xiao Yan's soul power looked around. The tables and chairs carved from fine sandalwood were carved with hundreds of phoenixes, and the delicate tenderness belonging to her daughter's house circulated everywhere.

Turned around a carved screen of rosewood and white jade embellishment, the inscription reads: "Chunhan baths Huaqing pool, hot spring water slips and gels. The waiter lifted up the delicate and weak, it was the time of Xincheng Enze."

"Good poem." Xiao Yan praised secretly, and the power of the soul shook for a while, panicking, almost unable to hold it.

I saw the hot and fragrant perfume. The exotic bluegrass and spices produced in foreign countries have a rich and powerful aroma. The clear bath bathed in the pool is as drunk and white as jade. Snow is easy to dispel the soul and drench the water. Like peach blossom dew, it becomes more and more beautiful and very attractive. It was a lively fragrance, and the garden was full of spring.

Suddenly, a huge energy shock came, making Xiao Yan have a headache. Xiao Yan was agitated, sobered up, the power of the soul was like a tide, and he quickly returned.

All the power of the soul suddenly entered the body, the tide was like a wave calling in the angry droplets, arguing with the strong wind, and like black lightning, cyan flames, arrows passed through the dark clouds, and the wings swept the droplets of the waves, Burning on the endless sea.

The huge and unbearable energy hit Xiao Yan's soul violently, and Xiao Yan was in danger.

Xiao Yan was a little flustered at once, hurriedly speeding up the operation of Blood Spirit, and tried to safely convert this huge energy into the power of the soul, and carefully guided the power of the soul to impact the late imperial realm. Endless storms swelled in the flames.

Had already acknowledged that the ghost of the Lord would not get out of control, but Xiao Yan peeped at the beauty when she was out of the bath, resulting in excessive power transmission and inability to digest.

Today, the situation is very critical, and there are only two endings. Either Xiao Yan succeeded in impinging on the emperor's realm, or he died suddenly.

Xiao Yan's forehead was bulging, his teeth fell deeply into his lower lip, and his head was sorely painful. He tried his best to barely control the soul and hit the bottleneck again and again.

Xiao Yan made the final sprint on the line of life and death. The layer of film rippled layer after layer under the impact of the battle against the water. The sufficient amount caused the qualitative change. The energy at the end was entangled, intertwined, layer by layer. The countless moments of compression condensed into a single point. Finally, a hole was pierced in the center of the ripples. Then, like a balloon, it burst into countless fragments, and the power of the soul that came after the surge was unimpeded, forming one after another in the sea of ​​knowledge. cycle.

With each cycle, Xiao Yan's injuries are being repaired, the energy of the heavens and the earth is flowing in endlessly from the pores around him, and the whole body's muscles and blood are inexpressible. The soul is undergoing a major transformation.