Ye Yang heard this and hurriedly absorbed the power. In the meantime, the beast soul in the magic sword quickly turned into a trace of energy and penetrated into Ye Yang's body. More powerful forces were lingering around the blade and slowly flowed into Ye Yang's body along the hilt of the knife. Around it, a huge starry sky force field surrounded. Ye Yang was very smart and did not let the power in the magic sword leak too much.

"Sister..."

The Soul-Devouring Demon Sword trembled slightly, making a low sound, and was instantly burned red. Ye Yang stood in the air above the Dragon Cauldron, holding the scorching magic knife in his hand, closing his eyes, and the surrounding real qi and flames were lingering. Idle people could not get close to them at all. Even the two eighth-level monsters in the distance could only stare at them, but they did not dare to step over the line.

Ye Yang closed his eyes and frowned. His body was undergoing a very unbearable process. He refined the Soul-Devouring Demon Sword, but his body was also tempered by the hundreds of refining techniques. His blood was boiling, and every blood vessel was filled with elemental power and starry sky power. As the spray was squirting, his whole body was also rapidly strengthened.

Even Ye Yang could vaguely feel that his strength was increasing rapidly, perhaps, he had already crossed a certain realm.

Entering a state of selflessness, Ye Yang was so confused that he was immersed in his dreamland,

"Ziyu."

A charming voice came from afar. Ye Yang opened his eyes, but saw a beautiful woman in thin red clothes and black cloak coming out of the air. Her slender feet were not covered with a trace of cloth. Every step was taken, she stepped on a red ripples in the air, like a fairy, but she also had a charming look that was both good and evil.

"Sister Zengxuan." Ye Yang said in a daze,

Zeng Xuan smiled and came to Ye Yang's front in the air. He stretched out his snow arm, touched Ye Yang's cheek, and smiled and said, "You have been living a hard life these days."

Ye Yang nodded: "Sister Zengxuan, as long as you are fine."

"oh."

Zeng Xuan smiled and said, "I miss you so much these days. Why have you, a little unconscience, never come to see me?"

Ye Yang had not answered yet, suddenly a sharp light flashed by. The next moment, Zeng Xuan's entire arm left his body, and blood splattered, which scared Ye Yang so much that he could hardly bear to look. Zeng Xuan's face was even more pale, gritted his silver teeth and made a low cry of pain. He looked at Ye Yang with a pair of beautiful eyes full of attachment, and said lightly: "You must find me."

In the air, a black storm was coming, and Ye Yang had no way to stop it. He watched Zeng Xuan be torn into pieces of flesh and blood in the storm, fragmented,

...

"No, no,"

Ye Yang roared wildly, suddenly opened his eyes, but in a dream, but he had actually entered the second level of the transformation of the Fire God Warrior. His golden eyes were full of ruthlessness, and he looked into the distance in silence, and a strong hatred emerged.

"Ziyu, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Fang's voice came: "You have a nightmare."

"Ye Yang" murmured: "I dreamed of Sister Zengxuan, she...she was killed..."

Qin Fang said: "Don't think too much."

"Grandpa, how long has it been?"

Ye Yang looked up and found that it was drizzling in the air. He was immersed in the practice of the hundreds of refining techniques. I don’t know how long it had passed.
Chapter completed!