The tide of dead soul beasts is still surging, layer upon layer into the Baili Lethe River, the heavenly soul leads the dark incense is still the same, there is still a short section left, the trial is still continuing, and the Ten Thousand Beast Soul Platform cannot ascend the throne yet.

Yan San beat his spirit and re-entered Lethe.

At this time, the battle was already extremely difficult, and the third and fourth order forces appeared in the dead souls, and there were many humanoid ghasts. How many beasts have died in the Howling Forest over the years? How many of these mortals strayed into it and died in the mouths of beasts? How many monks took risks to go to it to find medicine and treasure? Again, no one knew the answer.

If there was no Lethe, any random pull out of the thousands of dead souls at this time would make Yan San's souls scatter. If he had only chosen to strengthen the soul wall at that time, Lethe would have been beaten to pieces by this time.

There is still half a day, at this time, even the Heavenly King can only choose to lose the resistance of the dead soul, the dead soul encounters the five faint, illusory, blind, confused, chaotic formations, only a few third- and fourth-level dead souls can resist tenaciously, and when they encounter these dead souls, even the Heavenly King will be hit hard. Yan San simply got out of the battle and concentrated on controlling Lechuan.

The remaining soul soil after the current soul platform can no longer be used to upgrade, but can be used to repair Lethe. The high-level dead soul can already damage the soul wall, and it is necessary to repair the formation in time, replenish the five magic circles, and try to preserve the integrity of Lethe, this work is even more difficult than fighting.

Fortunately, Lethe River is already huge in scale at this time, even if the high-level dead soul wants to get to the center of the array, it must cross a hundred miles away, Lethe River is a labyrinth, there are thousands of roads, and there is no other side, which takes a lot of time. After being plagued by the magic circle for a long time, even the third and fourth level dead souls will gradually lose their moves, and now the main source of the soul land is not the killing of the Heavenly King, but the "help" of the dead souls who have fallen into the touch of confusion. The higher the level of the dead soul, the more soul soil will be transformed after dying again in the small soul realm, and the dead soul of the third order of power will turn into sand like a house, and the fourth level will be like a hill, which will finally make up for the consumption.

Yan San didn't dare to slack off at all, concentrated all his energy on hooking up the soul array, quickly moving the soul wall that was missing from the attack to the rear, and then repaired the soul wall and replenished the magic circle, the accumulation of soul soil was still greater than the consumption, and time passed little by little. Slowly accumulated knee-high soul soil in the Baili Lethe River, which was enough to upgrade once.

Seeing that there was less than an hour left, there were more and more broken soul walls, the consumption and accumulation were gradually leveling, and the soul soil was no longer increasing, Yan San gritted his teeth and struggled for a moment, and once again made a desperate bet, upgraded, the strength of the soul wall!

There are more and more high-level dead souls, the soul wall is breaking faster and faster, and the repair is almost unable to keep up with the speed of destruction, so instead of adding earth to repair the wall, it is better to reforge the wall into iron. But once the iron wall is broken again, there is no enough soul soil to repair it all, so you can only fight the iron wall hard enough to hold on until the soul soil is enough to repair. Which of the two can last longer, Yan San doesn't know, whether this decision is correct or not, Yan San doesn't know, if Lechuan has a spirit, I believe it is willing to destroy it at the most powerful time.

The black wall quickly absorbed the soul soil, and gradually dyed with a layer of gold, spreading from the root of the wall to the head of the wall, the gold and black correspondingly, forming a layer of black gold, flashing with glazed light.

Rows of black characters were forced out by the black and gold color, forming inky dragons, flying in the sky over Lethe.

At this time, the strength of the Lethe Soul Wall had reached the maximum of this stage, and it was stronger than the formation base left by Gui Yuanzi, and it immediately forced the formation base of Gui Yuanzi out, but the magic circle was replaced by the black gold soul soil belonging to Yan San. Guiyuanzi's Lethe Formation Base has always played the role of a keel, like a piece of bamboo in adobe bricks, and now the bricks have become iron, which is stronger than bamboo and wood, and bamboo and wood are naturally useless to withdraw. At this time, Lethe is the Lethe that really belongs to Yan San.

Yan San was overjoyed: Whether he can survive or not, at least the Soul Sutra is back!

The black gold soul wall is really much harder, and it does not move under the attack of the dead soul, even if it encounters a third- or fourth-level dead soul, it can be supported for a period of time, and it often takes the attack of half a burnt incense kung fu to cause cracks, and for a while, the scattered soul soil is enough to repair. Yan San let out a long breath, and finally got lucky, and kept an eye on Lethe Chuan at all times, as long as there was a crack in the soul wall, he would move to the rear to repair it.

Suddenly, a little black and blue cat jumped into Yan San's eyes, with a small body, coming from the group of dead souls, the color of the eyebrows and eyes was very familiar, and it was not affected by Lethe at all, trampling on the group of dead soul beasts all the way, and rushing towards the heavenly soul.

"Luo Luo, how can you be in my soul realm?" Yan San was startled, immediately escaped into Lethe, grabbed the kitten into his hand, and a purple tiger with electric light next to him crumbled, and suddenly flew with a claw, as fast as lightning, Yan San's left leg was grabbed by this grab, and suddenly the skin and flesh opened, the bones were almost broken, and the whole body also flew up, smashing into the soul wall, and Yan San escaped back to the formation.

Fortunately, it was just a soul body, although Yan San was about to faint in pain, it was not a great injury, a few mouthfuls of soul soil were swallowed, and after a while, it was a good leg. It's Luo Luo, why is it here? Yan San couldn't figure it out, but the little black and blue cat didn't seem to know Yan San, turned his head and bit Yan San's hand, his eyes were full of fierce light, and he was dignified and mighty.

"It's me, I'm your daddy. Yan San screamed, and tightened his arm to let the little black cat bite it, but he was reluctant to shake it off. The little black and blue cat showed no mercy under its mouth, and its two small claws poked out sharp bone claws the size of rice grains, frantically biting and grabbing Yan San.

Yan San endured the pain and continued to shout Luo Luo, but the little black and blue cat didn't seem to understand at all, regardless of tearing Yan San's arm, after a while, the skin and flesh cracked, revealing a trace of white bones. "No, it's not Rollo. 』

At this time, the little black and blue cat's eyes were not confused, obviously conscious, it really didn't know Yan San. But what's the matter with being exactly the same as Luo Luo? Yan Sanyi grabbed the skin of the little black and blue cat's brain, lifted it into the air, and on the left leg of the little black cat's lower abdomen, there was a small piece of triangular fur, which was dark blue, which was the characteristic of Luo Luo, and the position, shape, and color were not bad at all.

Even if this kitten is not Rollo, it is inseparable from Rollo. Yan San was thoughtful, but now was not the time. He held the little black and blue cat in one hand and let it flutter in the air, but his mind turned to Lethe again, repairing the soul wall.

In the chaos, he forgot the time, and suddenly the group of dead soul beasts in the forgotten river was quiet, looking around left and right in a daze, if there was a loss, Yan San looked up, and the heavenly soul burned the last trace of living blood, and the ghost light was extinguished.

It's finally over! Yan San slowly adjusted Lechuan, closed the entrance, and locked the dead souls that had entered a hundred miles of radius in Lechuan.

The only light came from the sky above the high Soul Terrace, where the Pinnacle Throne was bathed in heavenly light, shining brightly.

Yan San breathed a sigh of relief and stepped on the soul platform.

There was a light lit up, from the soul steps that Yan San had stepped on, every time he went up the steps, the entire step lit up, and in the bright light, a translucent beast ghost passed through Yan San's soul body like the wind, hovering and flying, and then merged into Yan San's body.

Yan San went up step by step, and the light followed him all the way, forming a path of light that led directly to the peak behind him. There are more and more beast ghosts, coming from all directions, from the soul platform, from Lechuan, roaring into Yan San's body. Nourished by the ghost, Yan San's soul body recovered from his injuries, his spirit was radiant, and as he walked, a white robe appeared on his body out of thin air.

After walking for a while, there were already many ghosts pouring into Yan San's body like a tide, the color of the robe quietly changed, the color gradually deepened, and pendants, cloud patterns, and dark flowers were slowly added to the robe.

After finishing the last step, Yan San stepped on the throne, all the beasts in the void roared together, and thousands of ghosts rose to the sky, converging with the light of the sky, emitting a little faint fluorescence, forming a huge fluorescent dragon, circling seven times in the sky, with a desolate roar, rushing down towards Yan San's soul platform, and the dragon head was facing Yan San.

On the high platform, in the skylight, a huge belt of light hung upside down like a heavenly river, violently washed down, as if there was no end, and the shadows of the three Yan people in the light were hazy and almost invisible.

I don't know how long it took, the strong light dissipated, and in the fluorescence of the high platform, Yan San stood alone. The black and gold robe is wide, windless and automatic, a giant tiger on the robe rides the wind down the mountain, his eyes are cold, and the beasts around him are hideous, looking out of the robe with the giant tiger, almost wanting to take the way out. Yan San had an imperial crown on his head, hanging down thousands of black and gold rays, covering his face, and vaguely a pair of narrow eyes in it exuded ruthless brilliance.

The soul base is just beginning, and the three souls of Yan are in the phase: Ten Thousand Beasts Yama.

There is also a small tiger lying next to the throne, black and blue as the bottom, light blue as the spot, the size of a domestic dog, the eyes are pure and clear, the blue-green eyes are like two jewels, at this time the wildness is gone, under the majesty of the beast Yama.

Yan San slowly sat in the wide throne, looking at the boundless darkness around him, looking at the countless quiet dead souls in the Lethe River, and for a while he only felt that everything in heaven and earth was under control, and life and death were captured. With a casual move, "All Thoughts Are Destroyed" and "Guiyuan Miscellaneous Notes" turned into text dragons, flying out of the Lethe River, neatly arranged on both sides of the throne, and with one more finger, the two scriptures were submerged into the soul platform and dissipated. This is the safest way for Yan San to hide things: there is nothing more than connecting his life. Huaibi is guilty, and it is inevitable that there will be no accidents in the soul scripture, but if someone wants to take it in the soul sea, he will pass through the Baili Lethe River first.

Yan San closed his eyes, and his mind escaped from the soul realm through the light of the sky and returned to his physical body. The Ten Thousand Beasts Yama on the high platform closed his eyes and lay silent. A moment later, the little tiger on the high platform also flew up for no reason and disappeared into the skylight.

In the roaring forest, Yan San slowly opened his eyes, Luo Luo immediately noticed, whined, and rushed to Yan San's shoulder, grinding endlessly. The pheasant on the ground had been eaten by Luo Luo for the past three days, and only bones were left in the nest, and the nest was a mess and smelled terrible.

Yan San didn't care, grabbed Luo Luo, put his forehead against Luo Luo's furry little head, and closed his eyes. An illusory figure identical to Luo Luo flew out of Yan San's head and floated into Luo Luo's body.

Luo Luo trembled, then his eyes were confused, and he stood silently. Yan San put Luo Luo in the corner of the bird's nest, lightly covered it with thatch, and then walked straight out of the bird's nest and rushed to the river.