Forty years, forty spring and autumn seasons, long and short, if you put it in the eyes of immortal cultivators, it may be just a retreat, a realization, and an advancement.

Far away from the depths of the ancient forest of the Demon Emperor City, sinking into the Qianji Mansion underground, Xu Yan's whole body was surging with the breath of the late stage of the Transformation Spirit, and the coercion permeating the Thousand Machines Mansion was the level of the peak of the Transformation Spirit.

The coercion comes from the Yuan Infant, and it won't be long before the realm of the Yuan Infant and the ontology will be completely equal.

Fifty years have passed since he escaped from Xizhou, and Xu Yan has finally grown from a little primordial infant who was chased and killed by a god-transforming powerhouse to a powerhouse in the late stage of God-transformation and even a powerhouse who is about to become a god-turning!

He had been looking forward to this day for a long time, and when he really reached it, his heart was like water.

Because he felt the pride in his primordial gods, it was the arrogance of the scattered immortals, and it was also the detachment of the Tianyi Wood Spirit.

He was not destined to be mortal, he was born strong.

"In the late stage of fifty years of becoming a god, you will definitely be able to reach the peak of your transformation within ten years, so that it is not a few years faster than the Buddha. ”

Feeling the fluctuation of his own realm, Xu Yan frowned slightly, and said to himself: "It seems that the monk who can cross the great realm of the god in a single jiazi is by no means idle, I have the remnant soul and the Tianyi wood spirit that speak through the sky, and I have achieved this under the two major inheritances, can Buddha Zi Ningyu get such attainments with his own ability alone? Or does he also have an unknown inheritance, or an identity." ”

When you don't reach the realm of transforming gods, you will feel that the realm of transforming gods is not much different from the primordial infant, and some of the geniuses in the realm of the primordial infant are not uncommon to break through the entire primordial infant realm within a hundred years.

But when he reached the Transformation of the Gods, he realized that the difference between the Transformation God Realm and the Yuan Ying was 108,000 miles.

How many self-proclaimed Tianjiao Terran powerhouses stop at the transformation of gods, and they cannot go further in their lives, and even from the early stage of transformation to the middle stage of transformation of gods, they have to exhaust their life's strength.

Xu Yan is not arrogant, but he knows his own talent, whether it is in the Qingzhou realm or the true martial arts realm, he can be regarded as the top.

Even so, the time spent in the Great Realm of Transformation is still close to Yijiazi, and this also includes the power of the Scattered Immortal Remnant Soul and the power of the Tianyi Wood Yang Spirit, if there is no such inheritance, if you want to reach the peak of the later stage from the early stage of the Transformation God, according to Xu Yan's own estimate, it will be difficult to do it without three hundred years.

Even a genius like him has taken such a long time, and it is conceivable to be someone else, so Xu Yan became a little curious about Buddha Zining, and even concluded that the other party had a strange inheritance power.

In the Thousand Machines Mansion, the overflowing aura fluctuations were slowly being retracted until they disappeared.

Feeling the majestic spiritual power and long-term longevity brought by the late stage of the transformation of the gods, Xu Yan nodded with satisfaction, and with a movement of his heart, the four-headed soul refining appeared at the same time.

The soul refining is not big, hanging around, and each end exudes an aura that is not weaker than the peak demon lord, especially the shape of these four-headed soul refining is weird, like a four-headed shrunken Chaos Demon King.

"Thousand scales, ten thousand burials, hooked whiskers, and the flames, the four demon kings have worked hard, and they will have to contribute more in the future, and they will fight with me in all directions. ”

With Xu Yan's whisper, the four-headed demon king refining soul let out a dull roar, as if responding to the master's orders.

"If you let those devils know that their four kings are not in Xizhou, but in my hands, I don't know how you will feel, it seems that the four of you can't show up easily, but it's okay......"

As he spoke, the corners of Xu Yan's mouth provoked a sneer, and with a slight wave of his hand, a black cloud rushed out of his cuffs.

There was a whimpering and wailing from the black clouds, and there was a desolate roar, it was the Thousand Dao Demon Monarch refining souls!

"With so many men with you, the four of you shouldn't be alone...... Dance of a Thousand Demons!"

The hands are linked, the void is light, the sleeves of the robe are swinging, the soul of a thousand demons suddenly gathers and scatters, looming, like a violent wind rolling, drifting left and right, making a deep roar, this wind is extremely strong, being wrapped in it will experience the pain of a thousand demons devouring the heart, and finally the demon wind hovers in one place, turning into a big mouth, showing the trend of swallowing the sky, and there are four fangs in the mouth flashing edge, which is the soul of the four kings.

When the big mouths gathered, the wind in the Thousand Machines Mansion was strong, and the air was filled with a fierce aura, as if a fierce beast had crawled out of the Mansion.

Especially the big mouth composed of a thousand demons, the indescribable weirdness of the roar finally dissipated into nothingness under Xu Yan's control.

The Dance of a Thousand Demons, with the Four Kings as the main soul, was extremely powerful, and Xu Yan was very satisfied.

The soul of these four-headed demon kings is actually not all the soul power of the demon king, and most of them have been devoured by the black dragon, otherwise it will be difficult to control the realm of transforming gods.

Xu Yan's self-created Heavenly Demon Dance came in handy, if he collected enough souls of ten thousand demons in the future and cultivated ten thousand demon dances, the power would definitely be even more terrifying.

Putting away the demon soul, Xu Yan sensed the dragon egg.

Xiao Hei has fallen into a deep sleep, and the dragon body in the dragon egg has become more and more condensed, almost reaching the level of an entity, and the breath is getting stronger and stronger, which is no longer weaker than the breath of the demon king.

"Blackie, you're finally alive. ”

Feeling the powerful vitality of the black dragon, Xu Yan smiled with relief and patted the dragon egg gently, just like a little Taoist priest who patted the little black pig back then.

A hundred years of Qingzhou, a hundred years of travel, plus nearly a hundred years in the real martial arts world, Xu Yan has passed three hundred years since he left Chengyunguan.

The past three hundred years ago is vivid.

In front of the blurred eyes, there was a kind old Taoist priest, looking at the naughty little Taoist priest with a smile, once the little Taoist priest was crooked and about to fall, the old Taoist priest would stretch out a pair of big hands to firmly protect the little Taoist.

The childhood years that Yan Tongtian lacked were made up for by a little Taoist priest named Xu Yan, and the only flaw in his mood was healed from then on.

It was only now that Xu Yan understood why Yan Tongtian's evil thoughts were so heavy, this evil thoughts came from his sad childhood, and although he Xu Yan was said to be a remnant soul of evil thoughts, he was made up for Yan Tongtian's regrets.

Things in the world are like this, you can't guess, you can't see through, and you can't predict them.

"Master, you should go and protect the remnant soul of Shannian, I was born a wicked person......"

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Xu Yan's hostility towards the remnant soul of Shannian disappeared a little, and he became even more curious about the whereabouts of the remnant soul of Shannian.

He had deduced it many times, but he couldn't see the whereabouts of the remnant soul of good thoughts, and even suspected that the remnant soul of good thoughts had disappeared for a while.

"It shouldn't disappear, the good thoughts should still be there, the Demon Emperor chased me into the Mixed Yuan Bottle, the remnant soul of the good thoughts should have no natural enemies, even if the master doesn't protect him, he should be fine." ”

Thinking of this, Xu Yan was slightly stunned.

"If Master goes to shelter the remnant soul of good thoughts, will the Demon Emperor also chase and kill him, it seems that evil thoughts are easier to feed, Master, you are biased. ”

With a wry smile, Xu Yan was a little down, but soon he groaned again.

"No, good and evil are all words that go through the sky, and the master will not be partial, since he only tracked down the mixed yuan bottle, it should be that the master and Lin Xiyue understand the breath of this innate spirit treasure, so will the remnant soul of good thoughts escape into the unfamiliar spirit treasure, could it be that he ran into the spirit treasure of the Demon Emperor?"

Grabbing out the Black Magic Banner and confirming once again that there was no space in the Black Magic Flag, Xu Yan sighed, not thinking too much about the whereabouts of the remnant soul.

Throwing away distracting thoughts, calming down, and no tiredness hit, Xu Yan gradually sank into the strange dream world.