In mid-air, the space barrier slowly opened again...
"Everyone, they are the warriors who survived this time in the Soul Arena. Let's all envy them, haha..." Loud laughter rang out in the venue...
Twenty-four figures flashed out of the space barrier almost at the same time. Their eyes swept over the enthusiastic faces of the onlookers indifferently, and then glanced at the special transparent instrument hanging on the space barrier with great distress... Well, I should say
It's the half bottle of necromancy liquid in the instrument...
The cold eyes cast a murderous glance at the huge Youming Dragon in the void. Twenty-four figures moved instantly and disappeared in this chaotic field in a few jumps...
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"Uh... there is actually a guy with two supreme powers? It's really good luck. In such a chaotic situation, it's a miracle that you can still survive until now..." A fat figure suddenly appeared in front of Liu Feng and whispered.
He smiled, with a bit of surprise in his laughter.
He coughed violently, and a few wisps of blood emerged from the corner of his mouth again. Obviously, under the heavy blow from Scar Angel just now, Liu Feng also suffered a lot of injuries. He slowly got up and gently
He glanced at the fat man in front of him, stepped on the ground with his toes, jumped out of the soul arena, and quickly disappeared into the crowd...
"Did this kid really survive by luck?" Looking at Liu Feng's disappearing back, the fat man was silent for a moment and murmured in a low voice.
"Is there anything wrong with that kid?" A man in black magic armor flashed out and asked calmly.
"There should be nothing wrong..." The fat man nodded respectfully to the man in magic armor and replied.
"He is not a necromancer..." the man in magic armor said slowly.
"No, wizards are not that good at resisting attacks..." The fat man smiled and shook his head.
"Obviously he is a melee professional, but he still pretends to be a wizard, and even wears a badge of arcane magic. What a weird guy..." The man in magic armor said calmly.
"Duoduo has an idea for this guy. If he really relies on his strength to survive in the Soul Arena, my Youming Undead Dragon will just have one less dragon controller..."
A dragon driver is like a groom... except that he is a horse driver, but here he is a dragon driver...
The fat man nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "What if... what if that guy refuses?"
"Well?" Hearing this, the man in magic armor glanced at the fat man coldly and said with a smile: "Fei Xie, you have been with me for so many years, how come you still ask such a question? You should know what to do, right?"
The seemingly friendly smile actually conceals a cruel and ferocious look...
The fat man's body trembled, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. He nodded hurriedly. He knew clearly in his heart that the man in front of him was definitely a ruthless master, even though he was already with him.
Decades, but if he really made him angry, Fatty would definitely believe that he would kill him without blinking an eye... just like his previous predecessors...
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The Tower of Cultivation...This kind of giant building with a height of hundreds of meters is the most popular place in the City of Hegula besides the Soul Arena. In the Cultivation Tower, the speed of energy gathering is faster than in other places.
More than twice as much. Therefore, many souls like to come here to condense their souls...
Of course, nothing is free in the world, so if you want to practice peacefully in the Tower of Cultivation, you need to pay a lot of money...
After extremely heartbreakingly handing over a drop of dead spirit liquid to the old man guarding the stone tower, Liu Feng also became a temporary guest in the tower of cultivation...
According to the "house number" given to him by the old man, Liu Feng found his training room, a simple and dark stone room...
With a wry smile and a sigh, Liu Feng tried his best to move the boulder at the door. After the crack in the door was completely closed, he nodded with peace of mind...
Sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, Liu Feng turned his palms slightly, and fifteen drops of necromancy liquid of different sizes floated up. A faint mysterious luster illuminated the stone room a little brightly...
"This is what I worked hard for..." He shook his head mockingly, and Liu Feng slowly calmed down his emotions and became calm...
"I can only use fifteen drops, and the remaining few drops must be kept as backup. In this ghost world, there is no necromancy liquid, just like there is no money on earth... Can fifteen drops of necromancy liquid allow me to break through?
As for the supreme peak, it all depends on your luck..." With a sigh, Liu Feng released Xiao Jin, and after giving him a few instructions, he began to close his eyes and meditate with confidence...
The undead liquid is the purest thing left after the soul dissipates, and it contains most of the soul's lifetime energy. This energy intensity is a great temptation for some souls of the same level...
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Liu Feng had also done something about absorbing the soul in Yelan Continent. However, the broken soul, perhaps due to some reasons in the space, did not automatically form the dead liquid, so in the end, it was just absorbed by Liu Feng.
The three people divided it up on the spot. The effect of direct refining was far less than that of the dead spirit liquid...
His mind sank into the spiritual platform, and a thought completely controlled the movement of the spiritual energy in his body. It seemed that he was aware of the upcoming major event. The seven-star array diagram in his dantian became slightly brighter, and the fuzzy star array diagram became slightly clearer.
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Taking a gentle breath in his heart, Liu Feng's heart moved. The drop of necromancy fluid suspended in front of him immediately swayed into his forehead, turning into a cold pure energy, surging down...
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Liu Feng's spirit was slightly refreshed as the cold necromancy fluid flowed through him, and he exerted all his strength to control the surging pure energy to swim along the circumference of the meridians, and traces of purple spiritual energy entangled up, quickly controlling the surging pure energy.
Turn energy into your own...
Three glorious hours later, the drop of dead spirit liquid was finally refined, turning into surging purple energy and pouring into the seven-star formation in the dantian...
With the influx of a large amount of purple spiritual energy, the mysterious star array emits a faint mysterious light, illuminating the Dantian with mist...
With a good start, Liu Feng's refining speed improved again...
The spiritual energy in the body is higher than the previous wave, and the purple spiritual energy is continuously sent into the star array in the Dantian...
Maintaining an attitude of neither hurry nor slowness, neither arrogance nor impatience, Liu Feng used the power of warming fire to slowly warm the fifteen drops of undead liquid...
Outside Liu Feng's body, a circle of faint purple light surrounded him, and his momentum became more and more surging. As Liu Feng's black robe stirred, he rushed out...
Fortunately, the Tower of Cultivation has a special shielding magic array. When Liu Feng's increasingly domineering momentum was about to touch the stone wall above, a circle of red light slowly emerged, intercepting him in the stone house...
Time flies by in the blink of an eye during Liu Feng's selfless practice...
Today is already the third day of Liu Feng's retreat. At the same time... it is also the time when his rent is about to expire...
Slowly opening his eyes, the light flashed out. After a moment, it gradually faded away... Looking at the largest drop of necromancy liquid suspended in front of him, Liu Feng took a deep breath and clenched his fist fiercely: "Yes.
Success or failure depends on this time..."
Closing his eyes again, he held the undead liquid between his palms, and the purple energy surged...
His body suddenly trembled violently, and a huge amount of cold air flowed along the meridians of his hands, all the way up. Wherever he passed, his arms were completely stiff...
His face changed slightly, Liu Feng's face sank into the water, ignoring his hands that could not move, his mind sank into the spiritual platform, controlling the purple energy with all his strength, resisting the advance of the dead spirit liquid, while refining it with all his strength...
The severe pain caused by the battle between the two air currents in the body caused Liu Feng's face to twist together ferociously, and his arms were full of bulging veins...
A faint mist of two colors, one black and one purple, emerged from above Liu Feng's head, and finally dissipated...
Clenching his teeth, Liu Feng did not dare to have the slightest idea of giving up. He knew that if he could win this battle, then the supreme peak would be within reach...
Strength, in this battlefield of gods where strong men are everywhere, strength is the most reliable thing!
His strength is inferior to others and he suffers setbacks everywhere. Liu Feng, who has been a weakling in the past, does not want to go back to his previous appearance. No matter what, he has to fight for his strength even if he puts his life on the line!
His eyes suddenly glared with a fierce look. Regardless of the danger of energy backlash, Liu Feng pulled out all the energy from the dantian star array diagram and swept away the energy of the dead spirit liquid crazily...
"Crack..." A soft sound suddenly sounded deep in Liu Feng's soul. The crisp sound was like the shackles of a curse being broken...
The energy that was about to go haywire in the body suddenly condensed with a gentle sound. Driven by some mysterious force, it quickly followed the meridians and entered the star array in the dantian, and then slowly fell silent...
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Under the large black robe, after being silent for a long time, he suddenly became excited, raised his palms with slight trembling, and held them tightly...