"Beat me? haha, it's really fun. I don't think it's the same. I'm disappointed that such an arrogant person could see this. The golden bull raised his head, laughed a few times, said a few lonely words, and seemed a little disappointed.

Qin Huan was stunned and looked at the golden bull that was already in the clouds. He said, "If I can defeat you, can you tell me what the spirit of war is?"

Qin Huan was determined to participate in the inner city qualifying tournament and had a certain certainty. Before going into the race, if he had known about the situation in the inner city, he might have avoided the detour.

"Beat me? If you can take a picture for me, I'll tell you about the city center. The Taurus paused, boasted, and moved on.

Qin Huan had a smile on his face and said, "Now we can start." ”

The golden bull turned to Qin Yu and said, "Are you sure?"

"Of course, come. Qin Huan said seriously.

"If you want to die, I can help you!"

The bull's face was distorted, and he regretted that he hadn't used his best attack before, but it was too late to say anything now. After hesitating for a moment, the bull said coldly, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"The inner city is just the name of your paradise and ghosts. The inner city is a world of independence. We call it Little Rice Field. There is not only a stronger spiritual power, but also the ways and inheritances of countless powerful people. But the power there is more complicated. Though you have great power, you are far from entering the city. And, even if you qualify to enter, you'll have a hard time living there. Save it!"

"Stand a minute. Do you say that the world of independence is called making a fuss? Qin Huan tried his best to keep his face calm, but there was a storm in his heart.

Xiao Xu?

Sumeru cannot destroy the Son of Heaven. Is this Xiao Xu's ghost? Qin Huan was stunned and at a loss. After a long time, he tentatively said, "Is it necessary to make amends to heaven?" What a strange name. Is there a town of Sumeru in the city center?

"Xuizong, what? How do I know the name of that world? Taurus was shocked and pretended to look at Qin Huan.

After being denied by the Golden Bull, Qin Huan became even more confused, and asked tentatively, "What is the fairy in the inner city?" I remember reading about it in an old book. “

"So many ancient books?" What do you know better than I do? Why do I say that since you have ancient books? Besides, you can't get in. Taurus was a little angry. Qin Huan's inquiry seemed unreasonable. When he was done, he turned and disappeared.

Qin Huan narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't stop him, but his heart was full of fog. Is this just a coincidence in address?

For a long time, Qin Huan decided to go to the inner city to see the relationship between Xiao Xu Mitian and Xiao Xu Mitian no matter what. During this period, he had to understand the spirit of Xu Mitian.

"Xingsha, don't listen to his nonsense. I think you should have hit the Taurus with that knife before, so you can see that you have a good chance of making it through the inner city qualifiers. I can't use these Soul Blood Essence Stones for the time being. Take them first, and then go all out to prepare for the Inner City Qualifiers. Liu Yongzheng whispered, and gave Qin Huan all the soul blood essence stones that Hao Junchen gave to Qin Huan.

"Thank you, Brother Liu. I have Brother Liu's heart. But I don't need a lot of soul blood stones. Save these Soul Blood Essence Stones for themselves. Do your best to influence your power. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, don't give up. If we can get into the inner city together, we will take care of each other. Qin Huan refused. As long as he can understand the spirit of Sumeru, he will definitely be qualified to enter the inner city.

Seeing Qin Huan's tough attitude, Liu Yongzheng didn't say much. He took the Soul Blood Essence Stone back and said, "Okay, I'll do my best to catch it." ”

Then they exchanged a few pleasantries, and then went into seclusion.

I have to say that the spiritual power contained in Hao Junchen's small world is more than five times stronger than the cultivation place of Luo Cha Purgatory, which is very suitable for cultivating heaven and earth and ghosts and gods.

After Qin Huan entered the house, he was not in a hurry to become the immortal spirit of Sumeru. Instead, he began to examine the divine spirit saber. He had stolen a golden bull before, and there were traces of cracks on the Excalibur, which made Qin Huan worry that it would leave cracks.

After Qin Yu repeatedly checked and confirmed that it was correct, he began to run the Heavenly Spirit Fang, and the divine vortex also rotated wildly. Soon, a huge vortex of soul power appeared on Qin Yu's house, and a steady stream of soul power poured into the house!!

On the hillside.

The golden bull lay on the ground, closed his eyes in contemplation, and in vain opened his eyes, looking up at the power of the souls surging in the sky. When he saw the power of the soul in the universe pouring down at the foot of the mountain, like a hundred rivers flowing to the sea, the bull's eyes were full of doubt, looking down, and when he saw the house below, he was shocked.

"What is the origin of this guy?" Why don't you know that you don't want to destroy the emperor? Is it true that there are ancient books that record immortal deeds? No, Xiao Xu definitely has no record of the Son of Heaven Immortal, how did this Son of Heaven know? Where did he also come from? The golden bull fell into deep thought.

"No... His tone was tentative...... More importantly, I thought there was a Sumeru sect...... If it really came from there, I wouldn't be interested in inquiring about the Sumeru sect...... So, what is certain is where the rumors came from...... But if you know where he's from... Maybe there's still hope for me to go back...... Golden cow whispers.

What this staccato and ethereal voice expounds is the essence of the heavenly refining formula of the Divine Spirit...... How could Qin Huan not be shocked!!

"What's the matter? What's wrong? Does this person need to make up for the immortality of the Son of God? Has this person created the magical formula for refining the spirit of heaven? Is that mysterious person cut off and trapped in the stone pillar of the Yin Sheng Yang Death Clan? Qin Huan was taken aback.

He did not regain consciousness for a long time.

"I will refine the heavenly soul with my soul...... The person who created the magical formula for refining heaven is only dreaming of refining the soul of all things in the world...... If you need to make up for the immortality of the Children of Heaven, you are the one who created the magical formula for refining the spirit of Heaven...... How could there be such a coincidence? Qin Huan muttered to himself.

Too coincidental, isn't it?

Qin Huan narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't think it was a coincidence.

"Did Xing Mingzi integrate the souls of the ancient sages Hun Yuanzi and the Sumeru Immortal Son of Heaven into his celestial body?" Judging by Xing Mingzi's attitude, he seems to have great expectations for me, so this may be true!"

"But is it possible that he just integrated the spirit of the ancient sage Hun Yuanzi...... But we should not spoil the spirit of the emperor...... It was the immortal son of the Emperor who gave me the secret to practicing heaven...... When I collect it, stay in my soul? Qin Huan's eyes lit up, and his thoughts were full of thoughts.

"If that's the case...... So, what is the purpose of the Immortal Son of the Emperor of the Emperor? Do you want to rely on your own soul to restore his soul? If so...... Therefore, we should not rule out the emperor's motives and teach us the formula of refining the soul...... I want to take it away Qin Huan's eyes lit up, and his face was a little ugly.

"If that's the case, then Xing Mingzi is not hurting himself, but he is not going to save his life?" If it weren't for him who broke his spirit...... Then we will not be able to find the soul of the immortal son of the Emperor of Shangadi, and we will not be able to integrate it into our own soul. Qin Huan frowned and muttered to himself.

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