After a while, the tall Soul Clan's Kasha brought a purple and translucent fruit, which was not good-looking, just like an ordinary orange, but purple. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But this Soul Luo Fruit is not an entity at all, it is just a condensation of pure soul power, and there is no taste to speak of.

This fruit quickly turned into an infinite purple light and dispersed into the Yuling Soul Sea, and the stars disappeared little by little, and Yuling's originally empty and almost completely dried Soul Sea was like a rising tide, quickly transforming into countless pure soul powers.

The sea of souls is turbulent, wave after wave, and it is magnificent.

Yu Ling's dizziness and headache were cured in an instant, and seeing the waves of the soul sea turbulent, the nine thoughts that he had separated also merged into one at this moment, and his mind was clear and empty.

The white light is shining, and the spirit is immeasurable.

It was as if some invisible barrier had shattered and disappeared with a click.

In the center of the sea of souls, a cloud of white light condensed and born, changing and uncertain, like the light at the beginning of chaos, warm and soft, Yuling Jiu Nian was all integrated into it, like the most basic skeleton.

This is......

Yu Ling was stunned for a long time before he reacted, but he didn't expect that he would not come early or late, he actually broke through at this time?

The sea of souls is boundless, the waves are repeated, and the soul power is filled nine times in an instant, and it is so powerful that it is an unbelievable situation.

This is the Soul Splitting Realm.

The white jade bottle floats in the center of the soul sea, like a Dinghai divine needle, which seems to have nothing special, but the white light floats above the jade bottle, and the brilliance of the two is connected into one, and they are swaying together in the entire soul sea.

Obviously, the original technique of the Dao has not yet broken through, but the soul power has taken the lead in ascending to the realm, and it must be difficult for such a magical special situation to appear a second time.

This also shows that the Soul Soul Clan is really willing to sacrifice their blood, although Yu Ling doesn't know anything about their Soul Luo Fruit, but just what he sees right now is enough to prove that it is a rare treasure.

Of course, others were not kind enough to help him break through, but only devoutly worshipped their supreme yin god.

The Soul Clan Kasha didn't give him any chance to turn the tables, and directly pressed an unknown purple light into Yu Ling's eyebrows, and a breath that was even colder and more gloomy than the wind and snow spread in an instant, and the originally pure white and clear soul sea was replaced by purple light, as if falling into a frozen world.

In the strange state of being unable to move or speak, the passage of time seems to be meaningless.

I don't know when, Yu Ling was finally able to open his eyes again, at this time he was already lying on the highest part of the dark purple altar, and the first thing that caught his eye was a statue of Sen Sen Purple Qi, and he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.

In fact, if the Soul Clansmen weren't tall, short, fat or thin, Yu Ling felt that they actually looked the same.

This statue obviously has no eyes, but the moment Yu Ling saw it, he seemed to feel that the other party was looking at him, and there was no emotion in his eyes, only the natural coldness.

The king of the Soul Clan has enough royal demeanor, but it is still only at the level of the emperor of the world, but this statue is a real god posture, high up and does not eat fireworks, does not face the contempt and disdain of ants, only an indescribable indifference and calm, no joy, no sorrow, no anger and no worries, and is so rational that there is no trace of emotional fluctuations.

Most beings in the world are no different to it.

The surroundings were not quiet at all, but very noisy, and there seemed to be countless soul-slamming people chanting ancient words.

Yu Ling could clearly see countless purple lights and shadows floating up, like ghost fire in the night, flickering, all of them submerged into the statue's body.

On the top altar, there seemed to be several people besides him, but Yu Ling couldn't move at all now, and he couldn't see anyone around.

All he could see was the statue standing tall under the dark purple night, and the light and shadow around the statue like a sea of purple surges, all the mighty wind and snow could not get close to it, as if it was isolated in another world.

The floating purple light and shadow are getting closer and closer.

Yu Ling finally understood that these were probably the souls of the nine hundred and ninety soul clansmen who were sacrificed. Except for the nine foreign cultivators who were unwilling to do so, the other sacrifices were probably full of devotion and fanaticism.

But as an orthodox atheist, Yuling couldn't understand their feelings.

Around the altar, on the countless steps from low to high, those Soul Clansmen were still chanting in a strange posture, and purple light and shadow could be seen floating out of them, advancing up layer by layer, until the entire space was dyed purple.

The millennium festival commemorates the millennium.

The higher the stairs, the fewer people of the Soul Clan, but their spirits became more and more pure, and the purple light was translucent and dusty, as if it were transparent.

As countless purple lights and shadows converged into the statue like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, the already vague outline of the statue became even more hazy, and the edges were completely impregnated with purple light, even if the color was deep purple, it was just as dazzling.

Finally, a translucent soul also floated on Yu Ling's left, completely different from the figures of those Soul Clansmen soaked in purple light, this was obviously a Terran cultivator with a clear face, Yu Ling looked a little familiar, I don't know which disciple of Wu Xuanmen it is.

The other party also seemed to see him, showing a helpless and miserable smile, moving his lips as if he wanted to say something, but when only his soul was left, he couldn't make a sound at all, and in the end, he was directly engulfed by the purple light without even struggling, and also merged into the statue.

After all, it was Yuling's turn.

The purple light in the soul sea was like a sponge, greedily sucking up his soul power, refusing to let go of any corners and corners, and gradually attacking from the edge of the surrounding to the center.

The white jade bottle is still the old god, motionless, it used to be very diligent in cleaning up all foreign objects when it was slightly stimulated, and I don't know what's wrong with it recently, and it's becoming more and more lazy.

Only the white light of the soul power origin above it shrank and shrank, blooming with endless brilliance, trying with all its might to stop the expansion of the purple light.

However, it is useless, even if Yu Ling suddenly soars to the spirit transformation stage now, I am afraid it will not be able to withstand the devouring of purple light.

But suddenly, a black gas came out of the oblique stab, and then someone's familiar angry voice said: "What the hell?

Yu Ling couldn't help but be stunned, it seemed that he had really forgotten the King of the Abyss.

But wait...... What does it mean for the dove to occupy the magpie's nest?

"How did you do it, bastard, haven't you always been quite shrewd, how did you get yourself into such a miserable situation?" said the King of the Abyss, struggling to support the situation, barely taking the time to say.

Yuling sighed and said, "You might as well not show up, so as not to give me hope and disappoint me." ”

Because his strength has plummeted, the King of the Abyss, who has not yet recovered, is not Ziguang's opponent at all, and the defense line that has been stretched out is losing one after another.

"You kid can't speak!If you're not grateful, forget it, and pour cold water on me!" The King of the Abyss sulked, desperately resisting the erosion of the purple light.