If it weren't for knowing that Wu Fan had not learned these soul techniques before, Chen Qingyang wouldn't have believed that this was a talent that a six or seven-year-old should have. Mobile m.

"Yes, although you are not very skilled in control, as long as you practice logistics and practice in the future, you will definitely become an amazing soul controler in the future." Chen Qingyang encouraged.

"Really? Then can I be so powerful as the palace lord?" Wu Fan said with a look of longing.

Chen Qingyang shook his head and said, "In the entire demon cultivation world, my strength is insignificant. Your goal should not be me, but your great Ugan ancestor or the Demon Lord. They are the goals you will surpass in the future."

Wu Fan opened his mouth and stood there unable to speak.

The two demon lords, Ugan and Mogu, are legendary figures in the demon cultivation world. Even though they have been influential for thousands of years, Wu Fan never dared to think that one day he could surpass these two demon lords.

"Are I really okay?" After a long time, Wu Fan asked, swallowing his saliva.

"As long as you work hard, there is nothing that cannot be done. Believe in me, and you must believe in yourself." Chen Qingyang said, touching his little head.

Chen Qingyang is not fooling Wu Fan. He is a six or seven-year-old child, and his soul power is almost about to enter the innate realm of heaven and innate, and he also has such a demonic talent for soul cultivation. Once he grows up, Chen Qingyang can guarantee that his future achievements will not be lower than those of Wugan and Moji.

Hearing Chen Qingyang's encouraging words, Wu Fan's small body couldn't help but feel excited at this moment. He looked at Chen Qingyang with an excited expression and said, "Lord of the Palace, please teach me more advanced soul magic. I will work hard and live up to the expectations of the Lord of the Palace."

Chen Qingyang smiled and said, "I'm so good, come on, I will teach you more advanced soul magic today."

As he said that, when Chen Qingyang brought Wu Fan into a training room, he began to patiently teach him to practice.

In fact, Chen Qingyang did not spend much time practicing the soul magic that Mo Ku passed on to him before, so he also benefited a lot in the process of explaining to Wu Fan.

During the day, he spent the busy teaching the others in the Tianhun Hall to practice. At night, Chen Qingyang asked everyone to go back and return to the room himself, pouring all the energy in his dantian into the bronze ancient palace.

The long night was long and the cycle continued. Chen Qingyang could not count how many times he had exhausted, but his energy was still like a rock sinking into the sea, without any response.

Chen Qingyang is not a person who will give up easily. The more strange the bronze palace is, the more it arouses Chen Qingyang's competitive spirit.

In the next ten days, Chen Qingyang taught Wu Fan and others to practice soul magic during the day, and at night he would pour energy into the bronze ancient palace alone.

Although there is still no progress, Chen Qingyang's strength has made great progress. Every energy consumption is a kind of cultivation for Chen Qingyang.

Now his Dantian energy has completely approached fullness and may break through to the great perfect state of the innate realm at any time.

"call--"

As soon as the sky was dawn, Chen Qingyang let out a deep breath of turbid air, and his mental power and strength had completely recovered.

Now his recovery speed is even more abnormal. In less than ten minutes, he can restore the consumed dantian to fullness. In addition to the abundant spiritual energy in the Heavenly Soul Hall, another important reason is that Chen Qingyang's strength has become stronger, and the time to operate a large circle is several times faster than before.

"When you practice tonight, you should be able to break through to the Great Perfection realm." Chen Qingyang said excitedly.

The great perfection of the innate realm was once a powerful realm that Chen Qingyang could not find, but now Chen Qingyang has finally touched its edge.

However, Chen Qingyang also knew that the Great Perfection of the Innate Realm was just a new one. Even though he had the ability to fight beyond level, he still did not have the ability to protect himself in the demon cultivation world where there were many powerful people.

"Bang bang--"

At this time, a rapid knock sounded outside the door, and Chen Qingyang couldn't help but frown slightly.

During this period, Wu Fan would come to Chen Qingyang's door every day at dawn and call him to get up.

However, Wu Fan's movements have always been very light, for fear of disturbing Chen Qingyang.

But today, the knock on the door was obviously an urgent matter.

"The Lord of the Palace, it's not good. Someone has climbed to the Heavenly Soul Hall."

He is so silly that he is so stingy, who else can be there besides Wu Fan?

Chen Qingyang strode over, opened the door and found that Wu Fan was standing there panting, obviously he was running over quickly just now.

"Slowly speaking, who is here?"

As he said that, Chen Qingyang narrowed his eyes and looked up. Under the cover of his divine thoughts, he really found a group of masters with strong auras appearing in the Heavenly Soul Hall, and it seemed that the people came were not good.

"I don't know, but they are all so fierce, as if they want to eat people. Palace Master, come and take a look!" Wu Fan said quickly.

"Don't be excited, come with me."

After saying that, Chen Qingyang strode over and soon appeared in the Taoist temple in the Heavenly Soul Hall.

At this time, nearly fifty masters were standing neatly outside the door, each with a cold face and a well-trained posture.

Chen Qingyang subconsciously glanced at the sealed stone tablet, and saw that he had not discovered the existence of Mo Ku, so he felt relieved.

Now ten days have passed, and if it goes well, Mo Ku should have almost come out of seclusion.

"Old guy, are you the Lord of the Heavenly Soul Palace?"

The leading man wearing yellow armor and with divine patterns roared at Wuhe.

When Chen Qingyang saw the familiar divine patterns on the man's face, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

He is actually from the God-patterned Tiger Clan!

The last time the Crazy Tiger of the Divine Pattern Tiger Clan and the master of the Black Water Snake Clan sneaked into Chen Qingyang from behind, almost killing Chen Qingyang in the Thunder Prison. The hatred Chen Qingyang had not yet revenged them, but his clan members came to him.

Wuhe glanced at Chen Qingyang, then smiled and said, "Yes, I'm in Wuhe, I wonder what lord has to give?"

For decades, Wuhe has survived in servility, but it is precisely because of this that the Wu clan members have been able to preserve their bloodlines and survive.

"According to the order of the patriarch of our clan, we will requisition the Tianhun Hall for one month from now on. You disciples of the Tianhun Hall are not allowed to step into this place within this month, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences!" The man said indifferently, his tone full of threats.

"Recruitment of the Heavenly Soul Palace?" Wu He was stunned, then gritted his teeth and said, "I wonder if you have the Demon King's handwriting?"

As we all know, the demon king remembers the old love, so that the Heavenly Soul Palace has been preserved to this day. During these thousands of years, many demon cultivating tribes have wanted to occupy the Heavenly Soul Palace, but in the end, no demon cultivating tribe just took action because of the existence of the demon king.

Now the God-patterned Tiger Clan is going to requisition the Heavenly Soul Hall for one month, which clearly does not take the Demon King seriously.
Chapter completed!