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Chapter 1232 Become an emperor in the flesh

Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

Wind and rain domestic selfie zones are waiting for

puff, puff, puff

The Thousand-Faced Beast Ancestor, under the crushing of the Tianyan Jing, only persisted for less than ten breaths, and the body of the Thousand-Faced Centipede Beast exploded into a blood mist.

Countless essence and soul power were instantly swallowed by the Tianyan Sutra.

Boom!

The Tianyan Sutra, hanging above the soul sea, suddenly shook, turned into a stream of light and merged into the soul wall. The soul sea, which had been broken by half, began to heal.

"It's integrated?"

Swish!

When Chen Changsheng saw the Tianyan Sutra and swallowed the blood mist on the Thousand-Faced Beast Ancestor, he completely merged with his soul sea, and Chen Changsheng was also stunned.

The huge sea of ​​souls emits a palpitations.

The three imprisoned thrones were trembling in fear on the spot, and the beast's faces were full of horror.

Slut a sex!

The terrifying momentum radiated from his body, and his bones even more rippled, ripped, and his aura continued to rise, and his cultivation level increased.

"Eighth Levels of Nirvana"

"Nine floors."

"Early stage of the Holy Body Realm."

“Mid-term.”

"Later, perfect"

"District of Heaven"

Bang!

The ninth-grade life bead suddenly appeared, and the dazzling golden light instantly enveloped the entire soul sea. Chen Changsheng, who had recovered to the peak of the secular world, felt that most of the essence, blood, soul power of the Thousand-Faced Beast Ancestor was condensed in his soul sea.

There is no sign of exhaustion.

"How terrifying was this Thousand-Faced Beast Ancestor at its peak? Its essence, blood and soul power have only refined two or three out of ten, and then completely repaired my broken soul sea?" Chen Changsheng said in shock.

"Is the throne?"

Swish!

Seeing the three emperors crawling in the sea of ​​souls, Chen Changsheng's eyes lit up and said in a calm voice: "When I was in the secular world, I didn't have enough soul power and could not refine you. I could only temporarily suppress you with the Tianyan Sutra. Humph, now I have the essence, blood and soul power of the ancestor of the Thousand-Faced Beast. I want to see how long you can last."

"Refining"

Woo woo woo woo woo!

The momentum of the Heavenly Destiny Realm exploded instantly and enveloped the three emperors. The originally dull and muna's three beast-shaped emperor screamed and began to struggle violently.

The Tianyan Sutra is a true ancient book. Even the nearly immortal centipede beasts can be refined, let alone their three tangible and spiritual existences.

A trace of the breath of the Emperor Realm was peeled off from them and melted into Chen Changsheng's tendons, veins, bones and muscles on his body, and suddenly there was a crackling and crisp sound.

"Where is the throne of the emperor?"

Swish!

Seeing the three emperors transformed into beast-shaped thrones, they were completely refined into essence and soul power by the soul sea that fused into the Tianyan Sutra, and washed their bones, muscles and life souls. At this moment, both his body and life souls had been strengthened ten times, more than a hundred times, but they were still in the realm of the Great Perfection of Destiny.

Although he is only one step away from the Emperor Realm, he can't get through that threshold.

"How is this possible? I have refined the throne but cannot break through the imperial realm?" Chen Changsheng was stunned and looked at the renewed soul sea with a confused look on his face.

"Pseudo-throne?"

"Can the throne in the Palace of Eternal Life has not been recognized by a world at all, so even if they are refined, they can't break through to the Immortal Realm in the Heavenly Realm?"

Hu, Hu, Hu

Thinking of this possibility, Chen Changsheng's breathing became rapid, and his eyes were filled with fear and murmurs, "What is the origin of the master behind the Changsheng Palace? He can condense the throne for his own people without the recognition of the world, and also blinded the secrets of heaven, so that warriors in the entire secular world will fight to seize the throne he gave. In addition, the thirty-third heaven and the witch clan seem to have a great relationship with the Changsheng Palace, no, even if the throne of the Changsheng Palace cannot be recognized by the world, the soul power they condensed is something that is real."

"My body?"

Boom!

Chen Changsheng's mind trembled, and his consciousness retreated from the sea of ​​souls. He had already condensed the holy body in the secular world and was not affected by the sticky demon fog around him.

His current body is like a magical medicine for the demon soul in the Xuan Bone Tower.

Although the dozen ancient demon souls were killed by the Tianyan Jing and turned into a trace of soul fog, constantly nourishing his body, the demon souls in the mysterious bone tower had long lost their consciousness. Even the ancient demon souls that were thousands or hundreds of times stronger than them could not do anything to Chen Changsheng.

But they were still rushing towards Chen Changsheng.

"Ao"

As soon as Chen Changsheng opened his eyes, he saw a demon soul of a mountain-breaking leopard at the second level of the Emperor Realm. He opened his mouth and rushed towards him. The momentum of the leopard soul was not much weaker than the dozen ancient demon souls killed by the Tianyanjing.

The hostility emitted by it alone is enough to make many people frightened.

"Hmph, a little leopard soul dares to make the young master's idea. I'm really impatient to live."

Bang!

Chen Changsheng's face darkened. Seeing that the leopard soul had pounced on his head, he subconsciously raised his hand and punched it. With a puff, the eighteen-nine-meter-long leopard soul was actually smashed into a soul fog by his punch.

There is no room for struggle.

"hiss"

Seeing this scene, even though Chen Changsheng, who had guessed that his body and strength should have soared a lot, couldn't help but take a breath.

You know, although the mountain-breaking leopard is just a wisp of residual soul, no matter what, it is at the second level of the Emperor Realm, and it was actually blown away by its own punch into a soul fog?

"Why, my body, why did it become so strong?" Chen Changsheng purred and swallowed, his eyes full of dullness. After a while, he suddenly woke up and murmured, saying, "Is it the Tianyan Jing?"

"That's right, even if the throne in the Palace of Eternal Life has not been recognized by this world, it is just a pseudo-emperor. However, no matter what, the pseudo-emperor throne is a real throne. After refining three pseudo-emperor thrones, logic is, even if you cannot break through to the Emperor Realm, you should still condense the breath of the Emperor Realm."

"And now I am still just in the realm of destiny."

"But my body should be comparable to those strong men at the third and fourth levels of the Emperor Realm, right?"

"After refining the three pseudo-emperors, they cannot condense a trace of the breath of the Emperor Realm. This Tianyan Sutra" Chen Changsheng's heart trembled. Although his current physical body is enough to be comparable to those strong men in the second and third levels of the Emperor Realm, if he cannot break through to the Emperor Realm, he will be considered an ant in the immortal world of the heavens.

What's more, the life span of a powerful person in the Emperor Realm is ten times stronger than that of an ordinary Tianming Realm warrior. Although his strong body is powerful, it is definitely not an easy task to break through in the future.
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