No response..."

Meng Yang's eyes flashed, his expression became excited, and he found that his pupils did not react.

It stands to reason that anything that is ownerless will get a wealth as long as it comes into contact with him.

But now, the lotus seeds of the Three Spirit Fierce Lotus in his hand are still there, but there is no change in wealth.

"Doesn't that mean that the lotus seeds of these three spirit fierce lotus are useful to me!"

"Or is it only useful for me to condense my martial soul, but useless for increasing my cultivation?"

Thinking of this, Meng Yang's heart became even more excited, and even his breathing became a little short at this moment.

Now that he has reached the key to condensing the martial soul, he has not broken through, except that he doesn't know how to use the condensation as his martial soul, the biggest thing is that he is not sure, and he still can't bear the end of failure.

Because condensing the martial soul is not the same as breaking through the realm, if it fails, it will be more difficult to condense it for the second time.

Meng Yang knew very well that without pupil wealth, he was a complete ordinary person. The cultivation talent can almost be said to be the same as waste wood. The wealth value can enable him to cultivate and break through the realm, but it cannot help him get through the realm dilemma, and condensing the martial soul is the most important part of the dilemma for the first martial artist to step into the heavy heaven.

Meng Yang and most people of the same level are afraid of this level.

And the three lotus seeds on the Three Spirit Fierce Lotus are spiritual objects that can increase the success rate of condensing martial souls and enhance the level of martial souls.

According to Meng Yang's understanding, as a monk, the most important thing, just like the martial soul of the secular martial artist Dantian, there is also a difference between strength and weakness, and there is a difference in rank.

The first-grade martial soul belongs to the lowest, the ninth-grade martial soul belongs to the highest, and the first-grade to third-grade martial souls cannot be released from the body, nor do they have the ability to change. That is to say, fighting with others can only play an auxiliary role, but it cannot be used as a killer weapon to kill the enemy, so while breaking through the realm, the monk must also use the pure spiritual power obtained from the breath to enhance the martial soul all the time.

to nurture the martial soul, take care of the martial soul as a child, and feed him to grow up and become stronger and stronger.

Now that the opportunity has come, you can imagine how excited Meng Yang is.

He doesn't want to enhance his cultivation, because he has wealth value, as long as he can successfully condense the martial soul, it will be a great creation for him, not to mention that he can also improve the level of the martial soul.

Ecstatic, he didn't say a word, swallowed the black lotus seed, sat down cross-legged again, and spit it out.

And at the moment when his body touched the ground, Meng Yang, who swallowed the black lotus seed, suddenly weighed ten thousand catties, causing the entire stone platform to collapse suddenly, and countless turtle patterns cracked under his body, and a huge suction force rushed out of his body at the same time.

At the moment when this suction force appeared, the aura that filled the stone cave was instantly sucked away.

A hurricane swirled up from under Meng Yang's body, and the dust on the ground was also brought into it under this hurricane, and I don't know that many spiritual qi flying from it gathered together in an instant, condensed into a light like the Milky Way, and drilled into Meng Yang's body frantically.

Within a radius of ten miles, all the spiritual power was also reversed at this time.

Countless fierce beasts that had not yet surpassed the first martial arts, or roared and hissed, lying on the ground.

Or the fierce eyes were full of surprise, and they all looked at one place.

The unusually calm Black Mountain Forest is also blowing a hurricane at this moment.

All the monks who were still nearby were stunned as they watched the sudden change in heaven and earth.

Under each other's eyes, they were all shocked and shocked.

Obviously, I don't know what could cause such a big commotion, or if there is a sign that some treasure is about to be born.

Meng Yang, who was sitting cross-legged and constantly refining the black lotus seeds, didn't know that the hurricane blowing around him, along with the dust, actually transformed into a piece of land between a breath and a breath, and the spiritual power that flew in from the outside also formed a beautiful object in the shape of a white cloud above his head, and the black lotus seed that was swallowed actually turned into a phantom at this moment and appeared behind him.

It was a myriad of stars, countless shining stars, countless magnificent planets.

The moment they appeared, the entire ruin cave was illuminated in an instant.

Meng Yang, who was sitting cross-legged, clearly felt that the spiritual power in the spiritual sea was surging in a crazy manner, rampage, as if he was about to break the heavens and the earth, break the shackles of fate, and break everything in the world.

"Jump..."

At this moment, a huge cracking sound fell into his heart, making Meng Yang, whose face was flushed, spit out a mouthful of blood, a mouthful of black blood, under this blood, his expression suddenly became hideous, and the crackling sound that came from his body made his entire skin faintly cracked, and blood marks appeared.

Under this bloodstain, the flesh and blood of countless hearts are growing wildly, filling them like crazy, and frantically repairing the bodies that have been supported.

With a loud shout, Meng Yang opened his eyes violently, looked at the cave that had been swept away beyond recognition by the spiritual power hurricane, and roared: "Not enough, not enough, I want more, more spiritual power..."

At this moment, the clothes on his body crumbled apart one after another, turning into pieces, and a stronger and stronger aura suddenly condensed into his spiritual sea, and the moment this aura appeared, Meng Yang's eyes opened to reveal an unprecedented essence.

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