Fighting the Supreme Realm

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Xiao Yan was very satisfied, took a deep breath of the jasmine fragrance, sat upright on the bed, crossed his legs and tried his luck, abandoning distracting thoughts, and planned to convert the power of the Youjue ghost.

Xiao Yan adjusts his breath and luck to the best state, his mind sinks inward, and he looks inside his Dantian.

I saw the Youjue ghost curled up into a ball, translucent, lazily and without any reaction.

"If it hadn't been for what Big Brother said, you might still be asleep and I would have wasted this great opportunity." Xiao Yan was filled with emotion.

While sighing, Xiao Yan mobilized the power of his soul to wrap up the Youjue ghost. As if there was a reaction, as soon as Xiao Yan's soul power came into contact with You Jue Ming Ling, he suddenly felt cold all over his body.

It is worthy of being the fifth-ranked ghost in Dou Di Continent, its coldness can almost freeze the soul. Fortunately, You Jue Wraith seemed to sense that it was Xiao Yan, and the cold air slowly dissipated, and a strange ripple spread between Xiao Yan's soul power and You Jue Wraith.

Xiao Yan could sense that You Jue Mingling seemed to be attached to and reluctant to leave him, as if a child was rubbing against his parents' body. Is this what ghosts feel when they recognize their master? Xiao Yan was not sure and had no way to ask. Although the Doudi Continent is vast, there is no way to verify the fact that the three strange objects recognized their owners.

Concentrating his mind, Xiao Yan slowly guided his thoughts into the power of his soul, trying to convey them to You Jue Wraith.

To Xiao Yan's surprise, just as Qing Haoran said, Youjue Mingling was completely obedient to his will. And after communicating, Xiao Yan felt that with just a thought, he could summon the Netherworld Spirit. However, the level difference was too large. After summoning it once, the soul power was almost exhausted, which made Xiao Yan click his tongue. It's better not to use it lightly until there is a critical moment.

"Transmit part of the energy to me." Xiao Yan gave the order. Immediately, a pure energy was uploaded along the dantian to Xiao Yan's sea of ​​consciousness. Feeling the continuous surge of energy, Xiao Yan was overjoyed. It seemed that this time he could not only increase the power of his soul, but also practice the Blood Spirit Art. Since I learned the Blood Spirit Art, I have not improved at all even though I have practiced regularly since there are no ghosts to swallow me. Xiao Yan is looking forward to the results of its quasi-sacred level cultivation technique.

The Blood Spirit Art was running rapidly, and the power of the soul and the Holy Flame of Chaos swept out, wrapping every bit of energy and constantly transforming it into the power of one's own soul.

What amazed Xiao Yan was that this energy was extremely pure, as if it was his own. It did not need to be tempered by the sky fire, and could be transformed quickly without any leakage as long as it was guided by the power of the soul.

Any conversion of energy involves losses. Devouring ghosts and converting their energy into soul power is no exception. The amount of energy absorbed is determined based on the strength of the absorber's soul power and the ranking of the ghosts, even if there are quasi-saint-level techniques like Blood Spirit Art. , it can only greatly increase the absorption ratio, but it cannot completely absorb it 100%. It is really unheard of for Xiao Yan to absorb without leaking a trace of energy like Xiao Yan does now.

It was indeed a strange object that automatically recognized its owner. Xiao Yan was full of gratitude to the old Demon King. Improving the power of the soul was a very difficult thing.

Xiao Yan was immersed in the cultivation of Blood Spirit Art and the continuous improvement of soul power, and seven days had passed before he knew it. The power of the soul was promoted from the early stage of the imperial realm to the middle stage, and continued to soar.

The rich soul power seemed to turn into substance and spread rapidly outward. The entire courtyard, hundreds of miles in radius, was completely shrouded in the power of Xiao Yan's soul. Every plant, tree, and even stone and sand gradually changed from vague to clear to every detail.

In the small courtyard in the east, the power of the soul swept across, and Qing Haoran seemed to be aware of it. He frowned and looked at the direction where Xiao Yan lived, thoughtfully. Xiao Yan sat in the room and smiled slightly.

In the western compartment, Xiao Yan looked around. The tables and chairs made of fine sandalwood were intricately carved with hundreds of auspicious phoenixes, and the delicacy and gentleness of his daughter's family circulated everywhere.

Turning around, there is a screen carved with red sandalwood and embellished with white jade, with an inscription on it: "The spring cold gives me a bath in the Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water washes away the fat. The waiter lifts up the fragile body, which is the beginning of new grace."

"Good poem." Xiao Yan secretly praised it. When he raised his head, the power of his soul trembled. He was so flustered that he could hardly control himself.

I saw the steaming, fragrant perfume, the fresh and rich aroma of natural orchids and spices produced in foreign countries. Qingmu'er bathed in the pool, her face was as drunk as a rosy face, her skin was as white as jade, and the snow was on her bones and muscles, and she was soaked in water. It's like a peach blossom containing dew, making it more delicate and beautiful, very sultry. Such a lively and fragrant garden, full of spring scenery, Xiao Yan couldn't help but have wild thoughts and wandering thoughts.

Suddenly, a huge energy hit, giving Xiao Yan a splitting headache. Xiao Yan woke up with a jolt, and the power of his soul was like a tide, rushing back.

All the power of the soul entered the body at once, surging like waves shouting in the angry droplets, contending with the strong wind, and like black lightning, cyan flames, arrow-like passing through the dark clouds, wings sweeping up the droplets of the waves, Burning on the endless sea.

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

Xiao Yan was a little panicked for a moment, and hurriedly increased the operation of the Blood Spirit Art, trying his best to safely transform this huge energy into soul power, and carefully guided the soul power to impact the late imperial realm. Wave after wave of impact hit Xiao An endless storm surged within Yan's body.

A ghost that has already recognized its master will not lose control. However, when Xiao Yan peeped at the beauty coming out of the bath, his emotions were agitated, resulting in excessive transmission of power and inability to digest it.

Now the situation is very critical, and there are only two endings, either Xiao Yan succeeds in the late stage of the attack on the Emperor Realm, or he explodes and dies.

The veins on Xiao Yan's forehead protruded, and his teeth sank deeply into his lower lip. He suppressed the severe pain in his head and tried his best to control the power of his soul to attack the bottleneck again and again.

Xiao Yan made the final sprint on the line of life and death. The thin film rippled layer by layer under the impact of the last-ditch battle. If the amount is enough, it will cause a qualitative change. The energy at the end is entangled and intertwined, layer by layer. Countless compressions in an instant condensed into a point. Finally, a hole was pierced in the center of the ripples. Then, it exploded into countless fragments like a balloon. The surging soul power flowed unimpeded, forming one after another in the sea of ​​consciousness. cycle.

With each cycle, Xiao Yan's injuries are being repaired. The energy of heaven and earth pours in endlessly from the pores all over his body. His muscles, bones and blood vessels feel indescribably comfortable. His soul is undergoing a major transformation.

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