After Zhang Jiao stepped back, Li Beichen stepped into the quiet room.

Zheng He followed suit, standing at the entrance of the quiet room with Zhou Tai, looking vigilantly in all directions.

"It's finally time for a breakthrough!"

Sitting cross-legged in the quiet room, Li Beichen took a deep breath, and there was a burning light blooming in his eyes.

He has broken through the Divine Mansion and reached the realm of physical transformation, and it has been more than eight months.

Today, the realm of body transformation has finally been cultivated to perfection!

A physique, strong to the extreme.

A little bit of treasure light burst out, like the magic of heaven and earth, and with a raised hand or foot, it can burst out with great power.

With a body of strength, under the realm of the feudal marquis, it is already invincible!

If you urge the yin and yang pupils and catch you off guard, the strong man who was the first feudal marquis will also be cut into two sections!

The strength is no longer what it used to be.

Closing his eyes slightly, the 'Taixuan Jinque Heavenly Emperor Sutra' in his body was running rapidly.

The aura is turbulent, the stars are sprinkled with brilliance, and the yin and yang are condensed!

Thundered......!

Waves of waves seem to be the tide of the sea, and the grand sound of rushing thousands of miles sounds.

This is the blood in Li Beichen's body running, like lead and mercury, heavy and abnormal.

Every drop that falls can nourish the elixir, and if a martial artist in the Tianyuan realm takes it, he can break through his cultivation and improve his qualifications!

A body of blood has gradually turned into precious blood, which is of supreme use!

Although the body of the Heavenly Emperor is still far from being achieved, it is only a prototype, but it is not comparable to ordinary physique!

Qi and blood were like dragons, wisps of powerful qi were revealed, and the aura surrounding him was surging.

Three hours later, Li Beichen's face was solemn, his eyes were closed, and the true yuan in his body was filled to the extreme, and he could no longer tolerate a slight!

Call!

The soul change is now!

Li Beichen's eyes opened suddenly, one black and one white, two brilliant divine lights burst out, terrifying!

In his body, the majestic qi and blood quickly evaporated, turning into a stream of rich blood qi, like a hundred rivers entering the sea, surging towards the sea of knowledge located behind the center of the eyebrows!

At the same time, he was dual-purpose, nourishing the bone marrow in the body with the vast golden true yuan in the dantian, and the hematopoietic function operated to the limit, and a drop of treasure blood coagulated, and then evaporated, turned into blood and gas, and integrated into the sea of knowledge.

In the sea of knowledge, countless influxes of blood and qi were rapidly transformed, and drops of liquid that were as black as ink, exuding an inexplicable breath, fell and converged into a shallow pool in the sea of knowledge.

Six hours later, Li Beichen's face was already a little pale, his body was decayed, his qi and blood were decaying, his hair was dull, and there was not much golden true yuan left in his body.

But he was still not in a hurry, and sat quietly cross-legged.

Breaking through the realm of body transformation and reaching the realm of soul transformation will naturally not be simple.

Otherwise, in the past period of the Great Martial Dynasty, there would not have been only so many great masters of soul transformation!

Suddenly, Li Beichen's eyes flashed, and a majestic, heavy, ancient, vicissitudes, indifferent, domineering, and all kinds of qualities of the will appeared, and the radius was several zhang, and they were all frozen immediately!

"Soul, Gather!"

Li Beichen shouted, his will was condensed, and he wrapped the sea of knowledge from all directions, and then slowly squeezed towards the already extremely majestic soul lake in the center!

The will is intangible and qualitative, but it is also extremely difficult to control.

Li Beichen gritted his teeth and tried his best to urge the power of will, he cultivated the 'Taixuan Jinque Heavenly Emperor Sutra', and it was much more difficult to break through than ordinary martial artists.

With the squeezing of the power of will, in the sea of his consciousness, a trace of formless and intangible black mist slowly emerged, and then gathered towards the center, turning into a cloud of black smoke, tumbling and rolling.

"Soul, fall!"

Li Beichen's heart burst into tears, he desperately controlled the will of the Heavenly Emperor, and suddenly pressed that black cloud of smoke into the Lake of Souls!

Rumble!

As if a shocking thunder exploded, Li Beichen was shocked instantly, and then, with a hint of a smile on his pale face, an extremely comfortable feeling spread throughout his body, making him almost scream.

He opened his mouth and inhaled, and suddenly the rolling aura poured in, and in just a moment, the countless aura in the entire secret room was absorbed by him!

"This is the soul change?"

Li Beichen muttered, he felt that the world was completely different.

With a thought in his mind, his pale face returned to ruddy, and his withered body became strong again, even a few points stronger than before.

The decayed qi and blood gushed out, like a dragon roaring, the dull hair shone brightly, and the beams of stars hung down, all of which were absorbed by him.

He sensed slightly, and in the sea, there was no waves in a dark lake, like a jewel mirror, and above the lake, wisps of mist floated.

In the mist, a three-foot villain was suspended, emitting a colorful glow, surrounded by rui qi, like a god!

Li Beichen's heart moved, and suddenly, the eyes of the three-foot villain opened, and the black and white divine light bloomed, bright and gorgeous.

"Is this the soul condensed in the Soul Transformation Realm?"

The soul transformation realm, condensing half of the soul into a human form, and the other half of the soul controlling the body, in this realm, every time you improve and recultivate, the soul power will be stronger!

When you reach the ninefold realm of soul transformation, and the soul power fills the sea of knowledge, it is the time to break through!

Call!

Li Beichen's consciousness returned to his body, he stood up gently, his eyes were like a god, and a powerful momentum permeated, filling the entire quiet room!

Smiling slightly, Li Beichen's eyes flashed with a hint of domineering.

With his strength at the moment, the early Jin Fenghou is not his opponent, even if the Fenghou is a strong man with two or even three levels, the will of the Emperor of Heaven suppresses it, and the yin and yang pupils come out, he can also be killed!

"Has the Emperor's will changed?"

Sensing carefully, Li Beichen raised his eyebrows slightly.

At the beginning, he realized that the will of the Heavenly Emperor that he had condensed was different from the record in the 'Taixuan Jinque Heavenly Emperor Sutra'.

In it, he can faintly perceive the breath of all the Chinese heroes who have been born!

And at this moment, this feeling is even more pronounced.

With a slight groan, Li Beichen raised his hand, his will condensed, and he concentrated in Lian Po's breath.

Suddenly, he had an extremely strange feeling.

Frowning slightly, he pulled out the long sword at his waist and slashed it out with one sword!

Rumble!

A green sword light emitted unparalleled vitality, like a thorn, slashing the heavens and the earth!

"Lian Po's ability?"

Li Beichen muttered, thoughtful.

His will was concentrated in Cheng Biting Jin's breath, and the long sword in his hand slashed out again!

Boom Boom!

With three loud bangs, the formation in the quiet room opened, and the three sword lights were eliminated.

"Cheng biting Jin's sweeping army?"

Li Beichen's eyes lit up.

......

"General, the gang of bandits in the Empty Cicada Mountain has all been caught. ”

On the border of Qingfeng Mansion of the Great Xia Dynasty, it borders with the Great Arc Dynasty, and Lian Po commands the army and is stationed.

300,000 Jingmu troops set up camp, stretching for more than ten miles, waving flags, and rushing into the sky.

In the tent in the center of the camp, Lian Po sat on the top, his eyes calm.

He was dressed in battle armor, his body was straight, his face was indifferent, and a coercion emanated from him, making the dozens of generals under him sit in a precarious position with a solemn face.

At this time, a scout knelt on one knee and respectfully reported to Lian Po.