In the blink of an eye, a week passed.

"Mole ants, you can't hold on, can you?"

The voice of the Yaksha Sage came, "You can't refine this Sage just because of you. ”

The consumption is too great.

Continuously performing the Blood Sacrifice Secret Technique, the replenished power that could not be filled at all, Yang Yifan was indeed almost to the point of running out of oil, but he still didn't say half a word, and his face never changed the slightest, just gritted his teeth and kept going.

The same is true of demons.

He was almost confronted by the Yaksha Sage, and the fire of nothingness was indistinguishable from me, and it hurt him.

Two weeks later.

"Damn, it's not even dead? The people of the War Clan are all crazy, they all deserve to die, they should be completely exterminated. ”

The Yaksha Sage's shouting rang out, his voice was already significantly weaker, the drop of blood had shrunk by more than half, and the scarlet color had become much darker.

Yang Yifan's whole person was already extremely weak, sitting there cross-legged, his breath was like a gossamer, his eye sockets were deep, there was no trace of blood on his face, it was as pale as a blank piece of paper, and even the spirit in the sea of knowledge was like a leaf that had lost its moisture, dry and scorched, and lifeless.

The demon's soul was also shaking, but the power of the soul was still pouring out.

The power of the Void Fire was also consumed a lot in the constant collision, and the size of the walnut changed from the previous walnut to a pigeon's egg.

Three weeks later.

"Stop, boy, this saint can pass on the secret method of your sanctification. ”

The voice of the Yaksha Sage was almost inaudible like a mosquito.

His strength was lost too much, and he was about to be unable to hold on, and the danger of death of complete annihilation loomed over him, and if he was worn out, he would really be completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

Yang Yifan has also lost all his intuition, and at this moment, he is already acting completely with an instinct.

A month later.

"Ah, I'm not reconciled. ”

The terrible screams rang out, very loud, echoing through the heavens and the earth.

It's a flashback.

It is the unwillingness and complaint of the Yaksha Sage before he dies.

At the beginning, the five great war kings joined forces and exchanged their lives for their lives, but they still did not completely destroy him, allowing him to escape this drop of blood, and the amazing Star Picking Sect Patriarch could only sacrifice himself to suppress him, but now that he died in the hands of Yang Yifan, a martial artist in the Divine Soul Realm, how could this make the Yaksha Sage die willingly?

It's just that until he died, he couldn't figure out how Yang Yifan got the fire of nothingness, if it wasn't for the harm caused to him by the fire of nothingness, how could he have been wiped out?

But it was all useless.

As the voice fell, the last trace of his remnant soul's power, which was extremely weak, was completely refined by the fire of nothingness, dissipating into nothingness, and that drop of blood was still the size of a grain of rice.

And Yang Yifan was still sitting there like an old monk, and there was only a layer of skin and bones left, and even many places on his body were cracked, revealing the bones without the slightest luster.

The soul was also full of cracks, and even the golden mini gun he was holding was on the verge of shattering.

He's completely draining his life, draining all the power he can muster.

"It's good that you're not dead. ”

The demon's weak voice sounded, and all the power of the divine soul that had been restored before was consumed, and even the original divine soul power was consumed a lot, and if he couldn't completely wipe out the Yaksha Sage, he would almost be unable to hold on.

He also separated a touch of divine soul power, shattered, and erased all traces, and then he merged into Yang Yifan's divine soul.

The fire of nothingness and the remnants of the essence blood were also temporarily suppressed by the demons with their spirits.

After doing all this, the demon also fell into recuperation.

Another two months passed, and Yang Yifan's eyelids on the ground moved, and he opened a gap slightly, but immediately closed them again, and only after a full stick of incense did he open them again.

"Boy, are you awake?"

The demon's feeble voice rang out.

"Did it work?"

The cost was so great that he almost died, and if he fell short, Yang Yifan would be unwilling.

"Don't worry, the death is complete, there is not a trace left, if this thing spreads, you will be famous in the world, although the slaughter is only a trace of the remnant soul of a saint, but it is also an earth-shattering event. ”

Call.

Yang Yifan breathed a sigh of relief, no matter what, it's good to be dead.

"Let's heal first, although there is only a little bit of Yaksha's essence blood left, the energy contained in it is enough for you, I will help you refine it, and it will definitely be able to break through to the middle stage of the Divine Soul Realm. ”

Can you advance to the middle stage of the Divine Soul Realm?

That's a bonus.

After all, he had only broken through to the early stage of the Divine Soul Realm for a few months.

"Hmm. ”

In response, he sat up cross-legged with his hands propped up.

Soon, the drop of essence blood that had been suppressed by the demon was released and then merged into the body.

Like a dry ditch pouring new flowing water, Yang Yifan immediately felt a feeling of extreme comfort all over his body, as if every cell was happy.

As the refining continued, a trace of blood gradually appeared on his pale face, the dry flesh and blood recovered, and the weak aura gradually became stronger.

As the evil demon said, although it was only the size of a grain of rice, the energy contained in it was not a lot for Yang Yifan, a martial artist in the early stage of the Divine Soul Realm, not only allowed him to recover from his injuries quickly, but the remaining energy did allow him to successfully break through to the middle stage of the Divine Soul Realm.

A month later.

Yang Yifan got up, except that his soul still needed to recuperate and recover, there was no other problem.

But the demons couldn't bear it.

"Are you alright?"

Yang Yifan could feel the weakness of the demon spirit.

"I can hold it for the time being, but I can't hold on for long, hurry up and find out if there is any inheritance left on your ancestor, and then go to cultivate the wings of the demon god, this time I fall into a deep sleep, I'm afraid it will take longer." ”

"Hmm. ”

Yang Yifan nodded, and then stepped into the air and walked towards the Star Picking Sect Patriarch.