Although Ilan's dust-like soul was small, it was extremely crystal clear, like a pure star, emitting various colors of light, as if it had great power.

"This should be the Divine Soul Crystal that Malagas said, it is said that there may not be one of the thousands of lower gods who can refine the divine soul."

Although the pain was incomparable, Ilan's face was overjoyed, even a little ecstatic.

"Haha, although it hurts and my secret magic powers are shattered, but I really make a lot of money, this is really a good place. Ahhhh

Ilan's figure sprinted forward desperately, not taking Othello's words to heart, just sprinting forward like an arrow from a string.

The body is still shrinking little by little, and there are still a lot of impurities in the body that have been removed, although these impurities are actually close to being pure and flawless, but under the boundless pressure, they are still inevitably tempered out.

At this moment, Ilan's whole body, whether it is skin, muscles, or bones, flesh and blood, are all pure, containing endless power, one by one, the law molecules, elements, darkness, light, death, and even space and life force are mixed together, constantly rotating and influencing each other, fusing and merging, organically combining in Ilan's body, forming cells, muscles, each one is like crystals, psychic and clear, like the most precious and rare spars.

As his figure continued to move forward bravely in this sea of pressure, the chaotic aura emanating from the crystal nucleus of Elan gradually diffused from the sea of consciousness at the center of his eyebrows. Slowly penetrated into his body, slowly transforming his body bones.

The various forces of the law began to merge silently. Gradually, this chaotic aura became stronger and stronger, and there was an ancient heavy aura that permeated all around him.

Ilan's body is getting stronger and stronger. Although the soul is small, it is becoming more and more transparent and refined.

The soul particles are crystal clear, like stars.

And the small figure in it is already like a substance, even more than the god gold.

The texture of countless laws, the indistinguishable runes swirled and grew on it, as if an ancient dragon had been resurrected, although it was very weak, but the aura in it was very ancient and timeless.

Like an eternal and unchanging being, it is renewed again.

In the process, Ilan's speed remained unabated. He even began to use the Polar Shadow Technique and even the talent of the Shadow Clan to bless his body, allowing himself to move towards the direction of the World Stone at a speed close to teleportation.

Due to the massive amount of law power infusion in this process, and the countless laws of space and shadow laws integrated into themselves, Ilan's Polar Shadow Technique and Shadow Clan's talent have been improved hundreds of times. Even in this viscous rock-like world, he was still able to move forward like a shadow, and gradually, the power of space and shadow, as well as his Shadow Clan talent, began to merge. Gradually it merges into one.

In the process, his body continued to shrink, gradually turning into crystalline crystals, exuding chaotic colors.

His body was shattered by pressure again and again, but it was condensed again.

The power of eternal love is also fully manifested under great pressure. Radiating a faint light, Ilan escaped from death again and again.

The power of the rune array was consumed again and again, but it was filled again and again. Although this world is full of destructive power, everything is destroyed by matter and even gods. At the same time, there is also an almost endless amount of energy, so that the energy of eternal love will be depleted. Lost effect.

It was crushed, crushed, and even turned to ashes again and again, but it was resurrected again and again, and escaped from death.

And each resurrection, with the infusion of abundant energy, each time becomes stronger and more powerful.

Hundred refining into steel, and Elan's refining of the body and soul is more than a hundred refinement.

Thousands of miles long, almost every breath will be tempered again.

The strength of his body, the purity of his soul, and the deeper lower gods.

Once promoted, it will definitely be an invincible existence among the lower gods.

At this moment, whether it is his body, his soul, or his comprehension and integration of the law, he is already completely above the gods.

In the process of continuous refining, there are countless laws in which the power of the law is constantly condensed, devoured by Ilan, and condensed again and again like new cells, flesh and bones.

His body became illusory and shadowy, and the space in front of him was like a painting.

Unreal and ethereal, one by one spatial coordinates were suddenly crossed by him.

Teleportation, but different from teleportation, as if the body is no longer a substance, completely shadowed, blurred, blended with the darkness, but different from the darkness, spatialized, but not a space particle, but a kind of substance between the phantom and the space particle.

And it keeps switching between the two.

Whenever it is still in space, it will turn into a shadow, avoiding the squeeze of the vast space. And when the space is torn apart, there is a spatial particle, so that those sharp spatial blades are unable to start.

If Wellington is photonized, the speed is no less than the speed of light, and the space is divided as if there is nothing.

Elan's body, then, is illusory, between the virtual and the real, between the spatial particles and the dark particles. It is a combination of the power of space and darkness.

Wellington's light escape is an extreme speed in the sun, while Ilan's phantom is the extreme speed in another level, and his figure begins to loom, if there is nothing, it is a speed surge at the level of the dark matter realm.

One man and one wolf, one light and one dark, galloped towards the central world stone one after the other, and behind them was a huge figure was born, which was Othello, the wise man among the four generals of the gray-backed wolf.

Its comprehension of the laws of life makes its body grow unstoppably in this world full of infinite pressure, and the infinite power of the laws is devoured by it, and then transformed into the life matter needed to build the body.

At this moment, it has become a huge ancient beast that stands tall in the sky.

Its limbs were moving, and although not very fast enough to compare with Wellington and Elan, its stride was large enough to take a thousand miles, and the distance increased as its body grew.

This state of growth was originally impossible, and even contrary to the law of life's growth, but in this space made of the depleted World Stone, it became a possibility.

The massive power of the law has become its sustenance and the help of its ascension.

And as smart as he is, his understanding of the law of life is becoming more and more profound, so that it will not collapse because of this kind of seedling-fueled ascension.

The rest of the gray-backed wolves watched Ilan pass over their heads like a shadow, and watched Othello beside him turn into an incomparably large behemoth, gradually moving away from them, their hearts were full of envy, jealousy and hatred, but although there were thousands of unwillingness in their hearts, they didn't dare to move forward rashly, and could only cultivate and grow as hard as they could.

can only secretly sigh that his qualifications are not as good as others. (To be continued.) )