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Xiao Yan was very satisfied. He took a deep breath of jasmine fragrance, sat upright on the bed, stood cross-legged, abandoned distracting thoughts, and planned to change the power of the Netherworld Spirit.

Xiao Yan regulates his breathing and luck to the best state, his mind is calm and he looks in his dantian.

I saw Youjue Ming Ling curled up into a ball, translucent, lazy and unresponsive.

"If it weren't for the elder brother's words, you might have been sleeping all the time, and I would have wasted a great opportunity." Xiao Yan sighed deeply.

As she sighed, Xiao Yan mobilized the power of his soul to wrap the Youjue Ming Ling. It seemed that he had a reaction. When Xiao Yan's soul power touched the Youjue Ming Ling, he suddenly felt cold all over his body, which was so cold that it could penetrate the bones, and his whole body shivered.

It is worthy of being the fifth-ranked ghost spirit in Doudi Continent. Its coldness can almost freeze the soul. Fortunately, the Youjue Ming Spirit seemed to sense it was Xiao Yan. The cold air slowly dissipated, and a strange ripples rippled between Xiao Yan's soul power and the Youjue Ming Spirit.

Xiao Yan could sense that Youjue Mingling seemed to be attached to him and reluctant to leave him, as if a child was rubbing against his parents' bodies. Could this be the feeling of the ghost spirit recognizing his master? Xiao Yan was not very clear and had no way to ask. Although the Doudi Continent was vast and boundless, there was no way to investigate the fact that the Three Strange Things recognizing their masters himself.

Consolidate his mind and Xiao Yan slowly guided his thoughts into the power of his soul, trying to convey them to Youjue Mingling.

What surprised Xiao Yan was that, as Qing Haoran said, Youjue Mingling was completely obedient to his will. And after communicating, Xiao Yan felt that as long as he thought, he could summon Youjue Mingling out, but the level difference was too large. Once the summoned, the power of the soul would be almost exhausted, which made Xiao Yan twitch it. It would be better not to use it easily before the critical moment.

"Transfer part of the energy to me." Xiao Yan gave the order. Immediately, a pure energy was uploaded to Xiao Yan's sea of ​​consciousness along the dantian. Feeling the continuous surge of energy, Xiao Yan was overjoyed. It seemed that this time, he could not only improve the power of his soul, but also practice the Blood Spirit Skill. Since he learned the Blood Spirit Skill, since there was no ghost spirit swallowing, although he often practiced, he did not improve at all. The quasi-saint-level martial arts, and its cultivation results were very much.

The Blood Spirit Technique was rapidly moving, and the soul power and the Chaos Holy Flame swept out, wrapping every energy, constantly transforming it into its own soul power.

What made Xiao Yan amazed was that this energy was extremely pure and seemed to be his own. It did not need to be tempered by the sky fire. It could be transformed quickly as long as the power of the soul was guided, without a trace of overflow.

Any energy conversion is depleted. Devouring ghost spirits 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 ghost spirits. Even if there is a quasi-saint-level martial art like the Blood Spirit Skill, it can only greatly increase the absorption ratio, but it cannot be fully absorbed 100%. It is unheard of for Xiao Yan to absorb without a trace of energy now.

It is worthy of being a strange thing that automatically recognizes the master. Xiao Yan is full of gratitude to the old Demon Emperor. It is quite difficult to improve the power of souls.

Xiao Yan was immersed in the cultivation of the Blood Spirit Skill and the continuous improvement of the soul power. Before he knew it, seven days had passed. The soul power was promoted from the early stage of the Emperor Realm to the middle stage, and continued to soar.

The rich soul power seemed to turn into substance and spread out quickly. The entire courtyard spans hundreds of miles, completely shrouded in Xiao Yan's soul power. Every grass, tree, even stone and sand gradually went from vague to clear, and then to a tiny little.

In the eastern courtyard, the soul power swept across, Qing Haoran seemed to notice it, frowned, his eyes frowned in the direction where Xiao Yan lived, thinking. Xiao Yan sat upright in the room and smiled slightly.

In the western small compartment, Xiao Yan looked around with his soul power. The tables and chairs carved from sandalwood were carved with a hundred phoenixes, and the delicate and gentleness that belonged to his daughter's house was flowing everywhere.

Turning over a screen decorated with red sandalwood and white jade, it said: "I was given a bath in Huaqing Pond in spring and the hot spring water was washed with grease. The waiter helped me up and was weak, and it was the time to receive my new kindness."

"Good poem." Xiao Yan praised secretly. When he looked up, his soul's power was shaken, and he was panicked and could hardly control it.

Suddenly, a huge energy impacted, causing Xiao Yan to break his head. Xiao Yan was shocked and woke up. The power of his soul was like a tide, and he hurried back.

The power of the soul suddenly entered the body, like a wave calling in an angry droplet, fighting with the wind, and like black lightning, blue flames, arrows passing through the dark clouds, and wings swept the wave droplets, burning on the endless sea.

The enormous energy that could not bear was violently impacting Xiao Yan's soul, and Xiao Yan was in danger.

Xiao Yan was a little panicked for a moment and quickly accelerated the operation of the Blood Spirit Skill, trying his best to safely convert this huge energy into soul power, and carefully guided the soul power to impact the late stage of the Emperor Realm. Waves of impact caused endless storms in Xiao Yan's body.

The ghost spirit who had already recognized his master would not lose control, but Xiao Yan was in a state of excitement when he peeked out of the beauty and was in a state of excitement, which led to excessive transmission of power and inability to digest.

The situation is very critical now, and there are only two outcomes. Either Xiao Yan succeeds in the late stage of the Emperor Realm, or dies after exploding his body.

Xiao Yan's forehead had a blue vein, and his teeth were deeply trapped in his lower lip, pressing down the severe pain in his head, and using all his strength to barely control the power of his soul to make impacts again and again at that level of bottleneck.

Xiao Yan made the final sprint on the line of life and death. The film rippled layer by layer under the impact of the back-water battle. The amount of quantity was enough to cause qualitative change. The energy disk at the end was entangled and intertwined, layer by layer, instantly countless compressions condensed into a point. Finally, a hole was pierced in the center of the ripples, and then it exploded into countless pieces like a balloon. The power of the soul that surged unimpeded, forming one cycle after another in the sea of ​​consciousness.
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