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"If you fight again, I will be destroyed with you!"

In the early morning, the dew is thick.

Wan Tingjun's divine consciousness exploded explosively, and immediately suppressed the two gods and demons who were arguing, and the sea of divine consciousness that was about to boil quieted down again. He opened his eyes, only to find that Meng Ran was standing aside and looking at him with some concern, and when he saw that he opened his eyes unharmed, he immediately turned around.

"Dream girl, come here. ”

"Huh?"

Meng Ran turned around with some confusion and took a few steps forward.

Wan Tingjun reached out and pulled her hand up, slowly entering the power of the spiritual realm.

Mengran wanted to break free, but he was powerless.

After a while, I only heard Wan Tingjun say: "I have lifted the spiritual power on your soul, and now, you are completely free." ”

After Wan Tingjun finished speaking, he stood up and walked to the side.

Meng Ran hesitated for a moment, and asked worriedly, "Has your strength recovered?"

Wan Tingjun shook his head.

Naturally, his strength did not recover, but he found a way to quickly increase his strength, but this method was so cruel that even he couldn't help but shudder when he thought about it.

Therefore, he didn't want Mengran, a girl who was still kind in her heart, to see too much blood.

"Let's go. ”

Wan Tingjun's next sentence made Mengran a little unacceptable for a while.

What, he's going to drive me away?

But where can you go?

In this strange world, I don't seem to have anyone close to me except the person in front of me.

"Where are you going?"

Meng Ran didn't know that when he said these words, his voice was a little trembling.

She didn't tell Wan Tingjun that she entered the Sage Village at the age of five, practiced penance for thirteen years, and is now only eighteen years old.

Eighteen years old, for a girl, but it is the age of the first sprout of love flowers, the beginning of love, she doesn't know whether her attachment to this person is dependent, or from dependence sublimated into youthful love.

"I'm ......," Wan Tingjun groaned.

"I'm looking for a way back to the Tianwu Continent. Wan Tingjun lied.

Mengran chuckled in his heart.

Is he going to leave himself behind?

Thinking of this, she suddenly blurted out, "I'm with you, okay?"

However, when she said it, she regretted it.

Wan Tingjun's face moved, but he still didn't look back, just said lightly: "You go to Xinhai first, she should take you in for a while, and when I find my way back, I'll come to you." ”

Hearing this, two tears slipped down the corners of Mengran's eyes unconsciously. In her heart, she still decided that Wan Tingjun was unwilling to take her anymore, as if she was not a pseudo-immortal master at all, but a good-for-nothing oil bottle.

She bit her lip and remained silent for a long time.

"If I don't come back within a year, the road ahead will depend on you. ”

Well?

After Wan Tingjun finished the last sentence, he no longer had nostalgia, and immediately urged the divine boots to turn into a streamer and disappear on the sea.

Mengran's heart moved, looking at the direction of Wan Tingjun's departure, his eyes gradually blurred.

After a long time, she sighed faintly and said, "I'll wait for you to come......"

Three days later, on a small island thousands of miles away from Lethe Island.

This is no longer the Far West, but the outer boundary of the Sea of Wakasha, and on this small island, a human race lives impressively. Although the architecture here is not very elaborate and prosperous, it is very exotic.

Wan Tingjun did not go to the island's house to spend the night, but found a place to sleep not far from the human eye.

"Huang Quan, let me talk to you about the conditions. ”

Sitting down quietly cross-legged, Wan Tingjun's voice sounded in the ocean of divine consciousness.

"Say, as long as you inherit my will, I can tell you anything!" Huang Quan's suit immediately responded to Wan Tingjun's words.

"Give me three months, and I will use a third of my soul to adapt to your divine will, and if it is suitable, I will choose you. ”

"Okay, no problem. Huang Quan replied excitedly.

"I have one condition, though. ”

Wan Tingjun finally said his thoughts.

"Tell me how to absorb the living soul!"

As soon as Wan Tingjun's voice came out, the all-answering Huangquan suit suddenly fell silent, which surprised Wan Tingjun, who had seen him and the blue-robed man quarrel before, as if he urgently needed Wan Tingjun to accept his will, and now he seemed to be a little hesitant.

"Boy, absorbing living souls is very easy to become a demon, as long as you inherit my will, I can still make you strong quickly!"

At this time, the blue-robed man next to him swore an oath.

"Yours too. Wan Tingjun said coldly: "Since you have appeared, I have to choose the best!"

After a moment of silence, Huang Quan's battle suit finally spoke.

"Okay, just use one-third of your soul, but three months will be exchanged for a year, and it will not be easy for you to adapt to my will!"

"Okay, deal!"

Wan Tingjun's cold voice sounded.

What about becoming a demon!

Wan Tingjun's heart is not shocked, my heart is clear, and all evils will not invade!

"Very good, then be ready to accept me Huangquan!"

After the will of the Huangquan battle suit was finished, it suddenly flew up, and Hua Cheng countless stars merged into the sea of Wan Tingjun's divine consciousness.

The blue-robed man on the side clearly saw that countless golden starlight instantly filled one-third of Wan Tingjun's divine consciousness ocean, while the other two-thirds were still towering and unmoving.

Wan Tingjun, who was sitting quietly, suddenly let out a beast-like roar, and his whole body was instantly covered in blood red, which was extremely hideous. The fusion of souls, even if only one-third of the soul, is extremely painful when accepting the will of another strange soul, this pain is no less than the pain of the soul being torn apart, but Wan Tingjun resolutely endured it in silence.

He can do whatever it takes to be strong, it was like this before, and it still is, no matter how much he pays for it, he will not regret it.

The powerful Huangquan Battle Suit soon occupied one-third of Wan Tingjun's Divine Consciousness Ocean, and then became a part of Wan Tingjun's Divine Consciousness.

"Boy, the one-year appointment, don't forget. ”

Since Wan Tingjun dared to make a one-year appointment with Huangquan Suit, he was naturally sure that he would completely drive out Huangquan Suit's will after one year. He had never thought of accepting the dictation of an alien will.

After the will of the Huangquan battle suit was completely fused with the one-third of Wan Tingjun's divine consciousness ocean, the blood light around Wan Tingjun's body gradually weakened, and his aura gradually calmed down.

Time passed little by little, and seeing that a night was about to end, it was at this time that Wan Tingjun opened his eyes.

After a night of fusion and enlightenment, at this time, he finally realized the use of the soul mentioned by Huangquan Battlesuit, which is the art of soul refining!

The art of soul refining is a forbidden technique created by the monks of the demon realm in ancient times, which directly extracts the soul of the living and cultivates it, and then turns the soul power in the living soul into its own power. Just because this soul refining technique is based on killing and human life as the introduction, it has always been spurned and forbidden by monks all over the world.

When there is a law in the Martial Continent today, anyone who encounters the cultivation of soul refining will be punished!

At this time, Wan Tingjun was faced with a major choice, if he chose the art of soul refining, then it would be equivalent to being the enemy of the monks all over the world, and if he did not practice the art of soul refining, his cultivation would very likely stop in the mortal realm of the first light and nine heavens, and he didn't know how many years he could step through the threshold, and perhaps he would not be able to break through it in his lifetime.

Thinking of this, Wan Tingjun couldn't help but groan in his heart.

Gradually, the morning fog receded, and the morning sun rose, as if it was already morning.

Wan Tingjun looked up at the sky a little suddenly, and the hunting sea breeze blew across his cheeks, with a hint of ocean breath.

For a long time, Wan Tingjun's eyebrows lit up, as if he had made a major decision, and he resolutely walked towards the residential area on the island.

There are not many inhabitants on the island, probably tens of thousands of people, but the residence of these people is very concentrated, almost completely concentrated in the center of the island, and around the area where the inhabitants are concentrated, a high defensive wall is built with island boulders, each of these boulders almost weighs thousands of catties, and they have been polished and repaired with sharp weapons, and they look very smooth.

At this time, it was the time of human activities, and Wan Tingjun could see many people who went to sea to salvage along the way, but these people were all in a hurry, and occasionally met acquaintances and simply said hello, and then hurried away.

Wan Tingjun's dress is very different from the aboriginal inhabitants on this island, and Wan Tingjun has walked all the way, attracting the attention of many people. He ignored it and went straight to the city gate.

The gatekeepers were not in armor, but two men in green robes, one of whom was younger, looking to be in his twenties, and the other in his forties.

Seeing Wan Tingjun walking to the city gate and about to enter the city without saying a word, the young man stretched out his hand and blocked Wan Tingjun with one arm.

"Outsiders, etc., who do not have a city lord's pass, must pay a temporary residence fee before entering the city. ”

The young man stopped Wan Tingjun from speaking, and the middle-aged man also leaned in.

"Oh, temporary gold?"

Wan Tingjun's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, and then he returned to coldness, "I need to stay for a month, how much?"

"January?"

A hint of surprise flashed on the middle-aged man's face, he could buy a lot of passes for a month, did this person really not know? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but move his heart, stepped forward, and covered the young man's sight.

"We will receive fifty silver dollars for one day's stay, and fifteen gold dollars for thirty days. The middle-aged man said quietly.

"Jin Yuan?" Wan Tingjun was stunned, isn't it silver and gold circulating here?