The forty-third chapter enhances the power of the soul (3)
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Xiao Yan was very satisfied. He took a deep breath of the fragrance of jasmine flowers, sat upright on the bed, crossed his legs, abandoned distracting thoughts, and planned to convert the power of Youjue Netherworld.
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, becoming translucent, lazily and without any reaction.
"If it weren't 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. There seemed to be a reaction. As soon as the power of Xiao Yan's soul came into contact with the Youjue ghost, he suddenly felt cold all over his body. The cold was bone-piercing and he shivered all over.
As expected of the fifth ghost spirit in the Dou Emperor Continent, its coldness can almost freeze the soul. Fortunately, Youjue Ghost Spirit seemed to sense that it was Xiao Yan, and the cold air slowly dissipated, and a strange ripple appeared in Xiao Yan's soul.
The power and the ethereal ghost spirit rippled between each other.
Xiao Yan could sense that the Youjue ghost seemed to be attached to him with attachment and reluctance, as if a child was rubbing against his parents' body. Is this the feeling that a ghost feels when it recognizes its master? Xiao Yan is not sure.
There is 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.
What surprised Xiao Yan was that, just as Qing Haoran said, the Netherworld Spirit was completely obedient to his will. And after communicating, Xiao Yan felt that as long as his mind moved, he could summon the Netherworld Spirit.
The level disparity is too big. After summoning it once, the soul power is almost exhausted, which makes Xiao Yan click his tongue. It is better not to use it easily until the critical moment.
"Transmit part of the energy to me." Xiao Yan gave the order. Immediately, a stream of pure energy was uploaded along the Dantian to Xiao Yan's sea of consciousness. Feeling a steady stream of energy surging in, Xiao Yan was overjoyed.
This time you can not only increase the power of your soul, but you can also practice the Blood Spirit Art. Since you learned the Blood Spirit Art, since there are no ghosts to swallow you, even though you practice it frequently, there is no improvement at all. Quasi-Saint level exercises, it
Xiao Yan is looking forward to the results of his training.
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 converting it into the power of one's own soul.
What amazed Xiao Yan was that this energy was extremely pure. It seemed to be his own. It did not need to be tempered by the sky fire. It could be transformed quickly with the guidance of the power of the soul without any leakage.
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 the Blood Spirit Art, which can only greatly increase the absorption ratio, but they cannot completely absorb it 100%. It is really unheard of for Xiao Yan to absorb without leaking a trace of energy like Xiao Yan is doing 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 the Blood Spirit Art and the continuous improvement of his soul power. Unknowingly, seven days had passed. His soul power was promoted from the early stage of the Emperor Realm to the middle stage, and continued to soar all the way.
The rich soul power seemed to turn into substance and quickly spread outward. The entire courtyard was hundreds of miles in radius, completely shrouded in the power of Xiao Yan's soul. Every grass, every tree, even every stone and sand gradually transformed from a vague
, until it is clear, and then every detail is revealed.
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 with a slight smile.
In the small western compartment, Xiao Yan looked around. The tables and chairs made of fine sandalwood were intricately carved with hundreds of phoenixes presenting auspicious signs, and the delicate gentleness belonging to his daughter's family was flowing everywhere.
Turning around, there is a screen carved with red sandalwood and embellished with white jade. It has 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 delicate body, which is the beginning of the new grace."
"Good poem." Xiao Yan secretly praised it. When he raised his head, the power of his soul was shaking. He was so flustered that he could hardly control it.
In the steaming, fragrant perfume, the fragrance of natural orchids and spices produced in foreign countries is fresh and rich. Qingmu'er bathes in the pool, her face is as rosy as intoxication, her skin is as white as jade, and the snow is on her bones and muscles, which makes it easy to lose her soul, and she is sprayed with water.
It was as if the peach blossoms were filled with dew, becoming more and more beautiful and sultry. Such a lively and fragrant garden filled with spring scenery, Xiao Yan couldn't help but have wild thoughts and wandering thoughts.
Suddenly, a huge energy impact came, giving Xiao Yan a splitting headache. Xiao Yan suddenly woke up, 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 and cyan flames, shooting through the dark clouds like arrows, 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 the power of the soul, and carefully guided the power of the soul to impact the late stage of the Imperial Realm, with wave after wave of impact.
An endless storm surged within Xiao 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.
The situation is very critical now, and there are only two endings, either Xiao Yan succeeds in the late stage of his attack on the Imperial 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 back-and-forth battle. If the quantity is enough, it will cause qualitative change. The energy at the end is entangled, intertwined, and layered.
One 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, and the surging soul power flowed unimpeded, in the consciousness
One cycle after another is formed in the sea.
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.