"Little brother Yunfan, if I can't make it through, please help me take care of Xiao Yu. Ling Tianzheng suddenly turned his head to look at Yun Fan, and said with a serious expression.

Yun Fan was stunned for a moment, looking at Ling Tianzheng's serious expression, he was silent for a while, and then bowed slightly with his fists clenched, "Old man Ling, don't worry." ”

Ling Tianzheng looked at Yun Fan, as if he had thought of something, and couldn't help but smile, with a look of relief on his face.

About half an hour later, after absorbing the power of the soul in the sea of knowledge, Ling Tianzheng adjusted his state to the peak, fortunately, Feng Shuhe only tortured him, and did not damage the soul root, otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible to survive the next soul refining spirit.

"Are you ready?" Soul Seven looked at Ling Tianzheng, who was sitting cross-legged, and at this time, the former had returned to his original appearance, no longer with a cloak of hair.

"Let's get started. Ling Tianzheng nodded, and then slowly closed his eyes.

With a slight wave of his hand, Soul Seven quietly appeared a not-so-bright light, slowly floating above Ling Tianzheng, and then hanging down a curtain of light, enveloping it.

"Let's go. After doing all this, Soul Seven flew in the direction of coming in with Yun Fan.

"Master, Old Man Ling will be fine, right?" Yun Fan muttered a little in his heart, "I promised Ling Yu and them, I will definitely be able to save Old Man Ling, what if he doesn't hold it up when refining his soul, then what should I do?"

"Do you still need to tell me this?" Soul Seven said angrily, "I left a Divine Sense there, in case he can't survive it, that Divine Sense will immediately stop refining the Soul Refining and make him sober up immediately." ”

"I'm relieved. Yun Fan breathed a sigh of relief, if something happened to Ling Tianzheng, he really didn't know how to explain it to Ling Yu.

"The blade of the sword comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of the plum blossom comes from the bitter cold, I hope that the old man Ling can get through this tempering. Yun Fan glanced back at the figure behind him sitting on the sea of knowledge, wrapped in light, and a little depressed.

Suffering is like a dark cloud, but when you look at it from afar, you can see that it is black, but when you are close to it, it is only gray.

"The blade of the sword comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of the plum blossom comes from the bitter cold?" Soul Qi muttered over what Yun Fan said, and glanced at the latter with some strange eyes, "I didn't expect that you, a stinky boy, could still say such philosophical words." ”

Yun Fan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, he was just quoting the famous words of the sages of the previous life.

The figures of the two gradually flew away, and only Ling Tianzheng, who was refining his soul, was left above the sea of knowledge.

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Far away from the streets of Lingfu, there stood a tall tower made entirely of ivory, several feet high, divided into nine floors, each of which faintly emitted powerful spiritual power fluctuations.

The higher you go, the more subtle the fluctuations of soul power become, and after reaching the ninth layer, you can no longer feel the slightest fluctuation of soul power.

On the top floor of the ivory tower, in a room on the ninth floor, an old man with gray hair sat quietly on a futon, his eyes closed, as if he was cultivating.

At the moment when Feng Shuhe's soul body dissipated, the old man's closed eyes suddenly opened, and a dazzling divine light burst out, blasting out two large holes in the precious mink carpet in front of him.

An incomparably powerful aura burst out in an instant!

"What is this breath?" In the rest of the ivory tower, the astonishing aura was felt, and several figures looked up in surprise.

"Is there something wrong?" someone had a solemn face, he hadn't seen the deputy head so out of shape for a long time.

"What big thing can happen, is it possible that there are still people who dare to go against our soul tower?

"It makes sense, if you dare to go against the Soul Tower, you will go against the soul masters of the whole continent, and no one will be stupid enough to do this. Someone chuckled.

In the ninth-floor soul tower.

"Woohoo!"

A series of breaking sounds sounded, and a respectful voice came from outside the room, "Deputy Master, has something happened?"

The old man was silent for a while, and the momentum exuded from his body quickly retreated into his body like a tide, as if nothing had happened.

"It's okay, stand down. An old voice came from the old man's mouth.

"Yes!" the man outside replied respectfully, but there was no more sound.

"It dissipated. In the room, the old man's eyes were looking in a certain direction, as if through an ivory tower, casting his gaze to the place he wanted to see.

"Something is wrong, according to the time calculation, it should last for a few years, how can it suddenly dissipate?" The old man seemed to be talking to himself, as if he was talking to someone.

"Unless someone enters the sea of consciousness and obliterates my soul clone. The old man's eyes instantly sharpened, like a falcon.

"You're still in the Imperial City, and there shouldn't be any soul master who would dare to help that person against your will. A somewhat shrill voice suddenly sounded in the room, but looking around, there was no second person except for the old man sitting cross-legged.

"If it weren't for those out-of-the-world masters who disdained to join the Soul Tower?" the old man couldn't help frowning.

"With the strength of the Ling family, how could it be possible to invite such a person?" The voice sounded again, this time it was heard clearly, it came from the old man's body.

"It's not necessarily that someone erased your doppelganger, it's possible that the soul body has been fighting with that person's soul body for more than ten years, and the soul power consumption is too huge, so it's eliminated prematurely. ”

The shrill sound stopped abruptly, as if a rooster was crowing and suddenly had been choked by the neck.

"What's wrong?" the old man vaguely sensed something was wrong.

"The black glow I left in your soul clone has lost contact with me. The shrill voice was a little muffled at this point, and the tone was a little shocked, and even it thought it was a little incredible.

"Didn't erase it?" the old man's voice was surprised.

"No, it's under control. The sharp voice was silent for a while.

"It seems that someone is really helping the Ling family, and the strength is not low. The old man's palm gently rubbed his clothes, and his brows furrowed slightly, "But who will it be?"

"During this time, because of the Imperial Martial Arts, the people who entered the Imperial City were mixed, and it may not be necessary to really mix in a few big fish. The old man got up slowly, pushed open the door of the room, walked to the railing outside, and looked into the distance with his hands folded.

From the top of this ivory tower, you can see the entire Imperial City, and it can be said to be the tallest building outside of the Imperial City.

It can be seen from this that the transcendent status of the Soul Tower, if it can be among the first-class forces in the Yuntian Continent, how can it be easy to match it? Even the people in the royal family have to give a little bit of thin face, one soul master is not terrible, ten soul masters are not terrible, but if it is thousands of soul masters, it is not terrible, but terrifying.