The space channel has been closed, and only the sound of Qianlun is still circulating in the void, lingering for a long time.
Ye Chen stood proudly in the void with a serious expression. After a moment, he looked back.
He didn't expect that Qianlun would leave so simply. It was more like escaping than walking.
He knew that after his fight with An Hedao's soul clone, there was no clear winner or lose, and he had used the Flower of Ending, Qianlun had realized that he could not defeat him, so he decisively chose to escape.
Although Qianlun's actions made him sneer, he had to admit that when it comes to breaking off, temporarily abandoning hatred and dignity, and seeking survival first, this is the true ambition of an owl, and such enemies are the most difficult to deal with.
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Ye Chen originally thought that this trip to the ruins could be used to kill the fateful enemy Qianlun in one fell swoop and avoid future troubles forever, but now it seems that everything has to be postponed.
During this period of time, he knew that Qianlun would definitely try his best to improve his strength. The next time he met Qianlun, he would definitely have a new look.
But Ye Chen is not afraid of all this. Qianlun is making progress, and he is also constantly moving forward. Now he can defeat Qianlun, and he can do the same next time.
"Speaking of which, the Sun Temple is indeed very difficult!"
He whispered softly, what really concerned him at this moment was not Qianlun, but the Sun Temple.
When he fought with An Hedao just now, he didn't notice at all that it was a clone of the divine soul, because in terms of power and senses, the clone was the same as the real person, and there was no fluctuation in the power of the divine soul.
From this point of view, the Sun Temple must have some very special means or secret method that can forge a soul clone that is similar to the original body and possesses most of the power of the original body.
Ye Chen had indeed never seen such a method before.
"Fortunately, this kind of soul clone seems unable to truly inspire the power that belongs to the original body. It has power limitations. Once this limit is exceeded, the clone will collapse. Otherwise, the Sun Temple may not only dominate the galaxy!"
He gently shook his palm, and the Flower of Ending above his head dispersed. Then he looked at the space ring left by Qianlun on the ground, sucked it into his sleeve, and then stretched out his body, turning into a stream of light and hitting it directly.
The void flew towards the Xuanyuan Hall headquarters...
A space passage appeared in the side hall of the Sun Temple. Outside the space passage, a figure stood with a sword on his back. It was An Hedao. And at the next moment, an illusory figure flew out from the space passage and crashed straight into it.
His body actually became one with him.
At this moment, his eyes flickered, and he was obviously disturbed. After a while, his expression recovered, but the gloom in his eyes remained for a long time.
"What a great Ye Lingtian, I have recorded this account!"
It took him a total of six hundred years to refine such a divine soul clone in three ways, each of which was indistinguishable from the physical entity and possessed 80% of the power of his original body.
Many times, he didn't need to take action, and he could solve most problems with just one clone. But today, he lost a soul clone. Although it would not damage the origin of his soul, it would have a negative impact on his divine palace.
The impact is really not small.
But this feeling of slight trauma caused a smile to appear on the corner of his mouth. He had never been injured since the battle with Xuanyuan Palace a thousand years ago, and now, this fresh feeling made the fighting cells in his heart continue to grow.
Jumping.
Among the top ten on the Immortal List, which one is not war-crazed and has walked through countless blood and bones?
"Buzz!"
The space channel in front of An Hedao was slowly closing, and just before it was about to close, a strong wind struck, and Qianlun rushed out of it filled with demonic energy.
"Um?"
Seeing Qian Lun appear, An Hedao's eyes changed slightly, with a bit of surprise, obviously he didn't expect Qian Lun to follow.
"Aren't you going to fight Ye Lingtian to the death to get back everything you lost on Earth?"
"Why, do you think you can't beat him?"
An Hedao glanced sideways at Qianlun, with a hint of mockery in his tone.
Qian Lun didn't pay attention to An He Dao's sarcasm, but turned his head and said in a deep voice: "Take me to see Yang Mie Sheng!"
"As long as he can allow me to greatly improve my strength in a short period of time and defeat Ye Lingtian, I can agree to any request he makes!"
"Oh?" Upon hearing this, both An He and Daodu stared blankly.
After a moment, he suppressed the throbbing in his heart and nodded to Qianlun: "In that case, come with me!"
Then he waved his hand, and the two of them disappeared. When they reappeared, they were already in the main palace of the magnificent Sun Temple. On the high platform of the main palace, a majestic middle-aged man in a scholar's shirt was sitting quietly on a futon.
It is Yang that destroys life.
Qianlun could detect that the aura of Yang Miesheng at this time was more profound and difficult to understand than a few days ago. It seemed that even this space could no longer accommodate him, and everything around him was trembling.
For some reason, he had a feeling that he and Yang Miesheng were not in the same dimension now, and were no longer on the same platform.
"Qianlun, you have not fulfilled your agreement with me!"
Yang Miesheng still had his eyes closed, but his voice came down faintly.
When Qianlun heard this, he was shocked to realize that he had not taken back the space ring when he was fighting Ye Chen. At that time, he just wanted to get away from Ye Chen as soon as possible, but he had forgotten about it. Now, the Holy Spirit Tree and the Spirit
All the veins were left in the space ring.
"Yang destroys life, no need to talk nonsense!"
After a moment of silence, Qianlun spoke boldly.
"Today I have something to ask of you. I want you to promise to raise my power to the seventh level Nascent Soul within a short period of time, or even above that!"
"As long as you agree, I will give everything I have!"
The hall instantly fell into silence, and a Yang Mie Sheng, who was sitting quietly with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes at this moment. In his pupils, there were two colors of black and white, constantly rotating, and birth and death were endless!
"It seems that your hatred for that earthling has reached the point where it is so deep that it can actually make you, the last bloodline of the Dongming Tribe, abandon your dignity and pride!"
Yang Miesheng stood up from the futon and walked forward slowly. Every time he took a step, there would be a circle of mysterious and strange ripples under his feet, and the surrounding space would also ripple gently.
Three steps later, he was already standing beside Qianlun, speaking in a leisurely voice.
"It's just a piece of cake for me to raise your strength to the seventh level Nascent Soul!"
"But what can you give me?"
Qianlun frowned, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment, he bit his lower lip tightly, and the words came out with difficulty from between his teeth.
"As long as you can give me the power to defeat Ye Lingtian, I am willing to hand over my 'family crest'!"
"You should know what the 'tribe' of my Dongming clan represents!"
His voice was not loud, but it was very clear in this empty hall.
The moment his words fell, Yang Miesheng's palms trembled slightly unconsciously. Although it was only a very short moment, it represented a huge wave in his calm state of mind.
To be able to make the number one person on the immortal list who has dominated the galaxy for thousands of years lose his composure shows how shocking the "family pattern" mentioned by Qianlun is.
"very good!"
Yang Miesheng slowly turned his head, and the black and white in his eyes gradually faded, returning to their original state.
"Since you are so sincere, how can I let you down?"
After speaking, he looked at An Hedao, who was standing with his hands folded, and nodded slightly to him.