"There are three levels of kingly way, one is ambition. Will the king, prince, general, and minister? How can one achieve the kingly way without a single heart to conquer the destiny and the throne? But what about the second level?" Chen Changsheng seemed to be trapped in a demonic obstacle, killing the spider tribe screamed continuously, and even ignored the grudges of their tragic death. He shouted repeatedly, turned around and ran away.

Seeing Chen Changsheng sitting on a pile of spider rotten meat and Gu Lengyue was stained with a lot of spider blood on her clothes, she said blankly: "Sister Wuyang, what's wrong with the young master?"

"Shh!" Yan Wuyang, who had killed more than twenty five-poison spiders and had a little sore and weak arms, made a quiet gesture and whispered: "He should have some insights into the martial arts. Never interrupt him. This opportunity is fleeting. If he successfully understands it, his martial arts will be improved to another level."

Hearing that Chen Changsheng had to break through another realm in such a short time, Gu Lengyue looked envious and retreated not far away with Yan Wuyang.

Mountain Ghost Gate.

"Uncle Nineteen, you are so anxious to find me from the family. What's the matter?" A young man with a feminine face stood in front of Zhao Wuji and smiled faintly.

Zhao Wuji looked at the young man in front of him and smiled: "Xiao Zhan, Uncle Nineteen heard that you were promoted to Dongxuan. I haven't congratulated you yet. The gift will be given to you in a few days."

"Uncle Nineteen, there is no need to say anything more polite. What's the matter if I ask me to come?" Zhao Zhan asked directly.

"Help me kill someone." Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth. Thinking of Chen Changsheng's smiling face, there seemed to be a sense of anger in his chest. If he didn't die, this anger would not be dissipated. He had been in the Mountain Ghost Sect for so many years. Even Ye Canghai would respect him three points on weekdays. Since this kid appeared, it has become his own nightmare.

"sha    rén?" Zhao Zhan looked at Zhao Wuji with a strange look on his face, and said in a silence: "Uncle 19, you are the late stage of Dongxuan. You can't even kill you. Please let me kill? Even if you don't like your nephew, you don't have to find such an excuse to get rid of me! If my father knows, Uncle 19..."

"That person is a disciple of our Shangui Sect, the first floor of the spiritual platform." Zhao Wuji raised his eyelids.

"The first floor of the spiritual platform?" Zhao Zhan narrowed his eyes and did not rush to answer. He was a little surprised. A boy from the first floor of the spiritual platform could actually become the seat of the mountain ghost gate.

A person from a family came out of the country, Zhao Wuji naturally knew what he was thinking, and knocked his fingers on the wooden table, saying, "As long as you help me kill him, three thousand cave mysterious beads, plus a top-grade spiritual weapon, how about it?"

What?

Hearing such a generous reward, even Zhao Zhan, who was about to make Zhao Wuji bleed heavily, his eyelids twitched wildly, and his face looked incredible.

The Spirit Pearl is the soul bead of the ferocious beast in the Lingtai realm.

The Cave Xuan Pearl is the soul bead of the Cave Xuan Beast.

For a warrior like him who has been promoted to the Cave Xuan Realm, the effect of the Spirit Pearl is very minimal. As long as there are enough Cave Xuan Beads and the level of the beast soul is not bad, he will soon reach the peak of Cave Xuan. Even if he is promoted to the Cave Xuan Realm, he can be assigned up to ten Cave Xuan Beads every month.

The Three Thousand Cave Xuanzhu has been his share in the family for more than 20 years.

"Uncle Nineteen, do you think this is serious?" Zhao Zhan asked with a flash of eyes.

"Nonsense, what your 19th uncle said, when did you say anything wrong? There are a thousand cave mysterious beads here, just as a deposit paid in advance, and there is also a portrait of the boy, all in this storage ring. He has already gone to the Demon City. He has just walked for a day and you are chasing him now, so you should be able to catch up soon." Zhao Wuji took out a ring and handed it over.

"Okay, my nephew will come out now. Uncle Nineteen will wait for my good news!" Zhao Zhan checked the cave Xuanzhu inside the ring, turned around and retreated.

Seeing Zhao Zhan leave, Zhao Wuji, who was sitting on the rattan chair, laughed hideously: "Little beast, it's a pity. I can't see you tragically died at Xiong Zhan's hands."

One night.

Chen Changsheng sat quietly in place, motionless, and the beast soul he refined appeared silently. He had not yet condensed his body. He wriggled in front of a "spiritual pill" like a cloud, wrapped it up. After a moment, he squirmed towards another spiritual pill. Seeing this scene, Yan Wuyang and Gu Lengyue, who were standing in the distance, were both dumbfounded.

"Is that Xiao Mo's beast soul?" Yan Wuyang's eyes were dull. She was still not used to calling Changsheng.

"Sister Wuyang, he has eaten several spirit beads, and they are all fifth-grade ones."

Gu Lengyue wrinkled his cute nose and whispered that the mountain ghost beast soul she refined was of very low quality. It is considered a slave-level beast soul in the mountain ghost clan. It only uses a second-grade spirit bead to condense and form.

Yan Wuyang’s mountain ghost beast soul was found by the Seventh Elder for all his efforts, and the “royal” beast soul of the mountain ghost clan.

At the beginning, she spent more than fifty third-grade spirit beads to condense and form. Now, the beast soul refined by Chen Changsheng is obviously much more terrifying than her royal beast soul. The soul power contained in a second-grade soul bead is equal to ten first-grade ones.

A fifth-grade spirit bead is almost equal to a thousand second-grade spirit beads.

In a blink of an eye, Chen Changsheng's beast soul swallowed hundreds of fifth-grade spirit beads, and there was no tendency to condense and form.

"How powerful is this beast soul refined by Xiao Mo?" Yan Wuyang was shocked.

It was bright and the sun rose, and the originally dark and damp "Wild Veins" also had a little more warmth.

Chen Changsheng, who was sitting upright on the ground, stretched his waist and smiled with a flashing smile: "So that's it. The first level of the Emperor's Dao is ambition, and the second level is the heart of competing for deer. Qin lost his deer, and the whole world chased it. If he didn't compete for deer, how can he achieve the kingly way?"

"Bang……"

Chen Changsheng, who had some understanding of his heart, punched him out.

The fist wind broke through the air, making a rustling sound, and the slightest ray of force broke a piece of extremely hard wild vein rock.

Seeing the 'power' of his punch, Chen Changsheng blew twice and said with a smile: "This "Emperor's God's Fist" is worthy of being a heaven-level martial art. With one punch, it actually has five or six thousand kilograms of strength. When I face Lin Xiao, I can kill half of his life!" I suddenly burst into laughter when I thought of the last time I was defeated by Lin Xiao's hand and this time I went to the Magic City and could get the place back.

"Xiao Mo, your level of martial arts has improved again?" Yan Wuyang looked happy and was happy for Chen Changsheng from the bottom of his heart.

"I happened to realize that I was promoted to the second level." Chen Changsheng spared his head, and saw that there was no spiritual bead on the ground and on his body, and said blankly: "Sister Wuyang, have you put away the spiritual bead?"

"All the spirit beads of poisonous spiders were eaten by your beast soul." Yan Wuyang was angry and funny, and he became more curious. What race was Chen Changsheng's refining beast soul? It was obviously impossible for him to be the mountain ghost clan. She had already refined the mountain ghost royal clan, and there was no more powerful mountain ghosts.

"Beast Soul?" Chen Changsheng looked at the soul sea and saw that the soul fog was still squirming. Obviously, swallowing hundreds of fifth-level spirit beads was not enough to make it condense into shape. Thinking of the Hell Demon Tiger he refined in his previous life, he only swallowed two sixth-level spirit beads and successfully condensed. Could it be that the beast soul given to him by the Mountain Ghost King is higher than the bloodline level of the Hell Demon Tiger?

Chen Changsheng looked shocked.
Chapter completed!