Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Broken soul means!

This is a kind of **** dragon martial art in the early years to obtain the same martial arts skills, at least to the real world, the next big realm can be cultivated.

But now he is thrown to Xiao Chen, and he is required to learn now. This is a bit difficult.

After all, Xiao Chen is now the first small realm in the realm of real people, the real world, behind the Yinyuan, Yang Yuanjing.

It is equal to Xiao Chen, to cross two realms and learn a martial art.

Xiao Chen carefully recalled the words of the Emperor Xuedi, calm down and think about it. If the other party seems to be inhuman, it is actually not so unrelenting.

If you really don't like him, you will not hand over the broken soul to Xiao Chen, nor will he save him.

In fact, this is also a way to no way. If you can't break the rules, don't talk about saving Kunlun.

Familiar with the heart of the soul, Xiao Chen is not eager to try.

The soul martial arts consumes the soul of the warrior. If it fails, it will bring harm to the soul.

Especially for him, forcing cultivation, one carelessness, the damage will be even greater.

If you don't get it, it's possible to become a fool directly, or to fly away.

In the message given to him by the Emperor Xueyi, there is a confession. He can only bear three failures at most.

After three times, take the risk again. If you fail, it will hurt the soul and it will be difficult to recover.

"The first step, mobilize the soul!"

Xiao Chen slowly moved his mind, and with the deepening of his mind, he found that his thoughts were somewhat out of the flesh.

A taboo-like force in the body was mobilized by him, and there was a surge between the heavens and the earth.

A powerful momentum broke out from him, and this momentum was several times stronger than his prestige.

The wind whistling, the clothes hunted, and any one in the Kunlun world stood in front of Xiao Chen, and they felt the tremor from the depths of the soul.

"The second step, condense the soul!"

The soul is condensed, this step is the most critical, can not be condensed, the soul will not have power, and even more impossible to release.

Screaming!

With the cohesion of the soul, there is an invisible storm between the heavens and the earth, gathering in the clouds.

A line of lightning, torn out, made a loud noise that touched the soul.

Hey!

The face was too late to reveal a hint of happiness. Xiao Chen spit out a blood, and the soul force was scattered from his hands like water.

In the sky, all visions disappeared, and terrible momentum disappeared.

To sum up the experience of failure, Xiao Chen took a break and started a second attempt.

This time, the soul force is smoothly condensed, but in the third step, the stage of the release of the soul force, the scorpion.

As a result, the soul rebelled, and Xiao Chen felt that the soul was scattered, and the body was weak and the spirit was exhausted to the extreme.

"Come back!"

After a good rest, Xiao Chen immediately failed for the third time. This time he can only succeed without fail.

Among the **** dragon prints in the body, the Emperor Xueyi did not sleep, but looked at Xiao Chen intently.

"A terrible soul talent, just two attempts, it is at this step, the soul is also powerful and amazing, better than I was."

The Emperor of Blood coats muttered to himself: "Maybe, it should be related to the secrets of him."

Between the thoughts, Xiao Chen’s third attempt, officially began.

The first step is to mobilize the soul and complete it successfully!

Second, the soul is condensed and successfully completed!

The third step, the soul release, successfully completed!

Still the last step, still a drop of dragon blood, the dragon is one of the strongest hundred people in the era of the wild, passed down to the present. After millions of years, dragon blood is like a mythical blood.

Although the pure blood dragons are not there, Xiao Chen’s Qinglong blood is the best of eight colors, and the quality is extremely high.

A drop of the best green dragon blood, enough to make this broken soul, the power is increased tenfold.

Without dragon blood, the power of breaking souls is very general.

Suddenly released the soul force to the fingertips of Xiao Chen, his heart broke open, and a drop of blood immediately melted.

The right index finger of the index finger, the bleeding color shines, the whole world is under this light, turned into blood.

What is even more bizarre is that under the radiation of blood, even the interior of the stone and grass can see clear lines.

"Is it successful?" The Emperor of Blood, the emperor's heart, a hint of excitement, but suddenly his face changed slightly: "No, dragon blood and soul power are not fully integrated."

boom!

A blood-colored beam inscribed with a dragon pattern emerged from Xiao Chen's fingertips, but the beam **** went out halfway and suddenly exploded and disappeared into the invisible.

Xiao Chen was not injured, but his face was full of disappointment. "How can this be the case? It has been successfully applied, why is it broken down? I can't try it again."

Hey, the space in front of me suddenly twisted, and Xiao Chen was directly pulled into the space of the blood-colored dragon seal, and once again saw the Emperor of Blood.

"Don't try it, you have already failed." Bloody Dragon said with a blank expression.

Xiao Chen Shen Sheng: "I have to try again, otherwise, this time I will succeed."

"If it fails? You will die very badly, are you sure you want to try?"

"I am sure, I can only gamble on this."

The **** dragon emperor sighed silently, really stubborn, just like himself.

Perhaps, he can really rejuvenate the already extinct Qinglong.

Just like him, he revitalized the entire fallen dragon with his own power.

"Well, you try, I won't stop you. But I really have to sleep for a while, and wake up after you wait for you to surpass the real world. Remember, take advantage of your blood, it's a A huge wealth of pens."

After the **** dragon emperor finished, the figure slowly faded, and then disappeared in front of Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen returned to reality, and his mouth showed a smile. This blood dragon is really an interesting person.

On the mouth|I criticized him so badly that when I really want to sleep, I didn’t mention it at all. After the failure, I don’t want him to be a descendant.

"The third failure should be that the Dragon Blood and the Soul Force are not fully integrated. I have to think of a way."

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On the other hand, the battle of Kunlun Mountain has reached the last moment.

Under the leadership of the demon god, the Mozu army has carried out violent impacts on the Kunlun Mountains again and again, and it is possible to rush to the Kunlun Mountains at any time.

Once this last line of defense falls, waiting for the Kunlun martial arts, it will be a one-sided slaughter.

The demon god, one person is the ancestor of the protoss, the eternal demon of the eternal demon and the founder of the martial arts palace.

It has an undefeated advantage in nature, and no matter how bad the injury is, it can not cause fatal injuries to him.

It will soon be able to recover. In contrast, the three major cards in the Kunlun world, the avatars of the founders of the Wushen Palace, are increasingly dim.

Protoss ancestors, scarred, always fall down at any time.

Only the eternal demon, because of the physical advantage, the situation is the best.

Chad won the three big cards, and was suppressed by the demon god. Ying Zongtian, who was in the devil's supremacy with the demon emperor, and the demon king, abandoned the gods and gods, and showed a hint of helplessness.

Screaming!

The founder of the Wushen Palace left behind and suddenly began to flash, and the figure became thinner and thinner.

Ying Zongtian’s face changed dramatically: “Oops, time is coming.”

At the moment when the voice fell, this smashed body disappeared.

The fragile balance was interrupted in an instant, and the devil laughed: "You can't die, you can really die for me!"

Hey!

The **** blast, the protoss ancestor who supported for a long time, finally could not hold on, was blasted out, sputtered a piece of blood.

As the injury is accumulating, the breath of life is steadily weakening, and the essence of life is emptied.

"Old ancestors!"

Abandoning the desperate cry of the Emperor, the ancestors blessed the Protoss from generation to generation, but now they are completely dead in his generation.

The three big cards, only one million years old, are still struggling to support.

Kunlun Mountain will soon fall, and Xiao Chen is still making his last attempt.