The light of the wish power in the wooden sword, under the control of Mo Lan, corroded and melted the body of the blood elf Vic layer by layer, and Vic's naked soul was confined by the fifty-two spirits of the wish power in the space like a transparent bubble in the wish power, so that he would not be swallowed by the light of the wish power.

To Mo Lan's surprise, Vic's body, which had been corroded and melted by the power of willingness, was actually fused with the power of desire under the mysterious effect of the power of will. In this way, the blood spirit will truly have its own body in the wish power, and there is no need to borrow the wish power to form a body.

But while the blood spirit gained a strong body, it also lost the ability of the blood shadow, so Mo Lan was somewhat regretful. Vic's fighting spirit kept shouting in the light of willpower, he really didn't know that he had become a naked fighting spirit?!

The unique voice emitted by the fighting spirit, in this world, I am afraid that only Mo Lan can hear it. "Evil human beings...... God Prita won't let your ...... go"

Vic's fighting spirit, constantly threatening and yelling, made Moran have to admire his courage and ignorance. Ordinary people in the Wishing Power Light environment may have been scared into idiots long ago, resulting in the dissipation of the fighting spirit. Vic's hard-fought confrontation can make the fighting spirit more condensed, which is very beneficial to Mo Lan.

Mo Lan no longer cared about the clamor of Vic's fighting spirit, and crossed his knees in the fighting spirit, under the diffuse of the fighting soul power, a dense dark green formation appeared in the entire second-floor space of the fighting soul.

If there was a Dou Di at this time, he would definitely think that Mo Lan was crazy, this kind of sacrificial text that no one dared to use in ancient times actually appeared in Mo Lan's fighting soul space. This kind of formation, which was the most complicated, mysterious, and longest in ancient times, was slowly filled with the second-floor space of Mo Lan's fighting soul under the impetus of the power of the fighting spirit.

At this time, the density of the formation pattern was only one-third of the entire sacrifice. If it's outside of the fighting spirit, this sacrifice is written by hand. It will take thirty years to finish. In ancient times, the Dou Emperor called this Pang Fu formation, which existed in the fighting soul of human beings in ancient times, as - against the sky.

I don't know how long it took, and the huge formation composed of overlapping formations completely appeared in Mo Lan's fighting spirit. When the last pattern is completed. The patterns that make up the entire ritual emit a soft dark green glow.

This almost transparent dark green soft light. Covering the entire space on the second floor of Mo Lan Dou Soul, the originally hazy space seemed to be illuminated a lot by this soft light.

In a trance, Mo Lan could almost distinguish the entire outline of the second layer of the fighting soul, which had been hazy. According to the ancient records in his memory, Mo Lan guessed that the anti-heaven formation pattern could decompose all the fighting spirits in the world.

In legend, this formation can even change the way of heaven and recreate heaven and earth. And with Mo Lan's superficial cognition of the current lines. The array can only exert a trace of overflowing power.

Regardless of whether Mo Lan's guess about the function of the formation pattern is correct or not, at this time, the faint soft light emitted by the formation pattern is indeed decomposing Vic's fighting spirit, and every soft light emitted by the formation will inevitably pass through Vic's fighting spirit, with a trace of soul essence, and dissolve into the second layer of Mo Lan's fighting soul.

In the soft light of the formation. The unique fighting soul of the blood elf turned into the purest fighting soul power, and the trace completely dissolved in the second layer of Mo Lan's fighting soul space. The whole space is getting clearer and clearer. Mo Lan seemed to be able to see through the structure of the entire Fighting Spirit Space suddenly.

A kind of brightness slowly floated up in Mo Lan's heart, and he knew that he had now reached the clear realm of the fighting soul. In ancient times, the oldest Dou Emperor divided the fighting soul itself into four realms, which were chaos, hazy, clear, and condensed.

They believe that the ultimate goal of cultivating the fighting spirit. It is to use the fighting spirit in the dark for his own use. Thorough use is thorough cognition, when the fighting soul reaches the realm of condensation, the fighting emperor can get rid of the mysterious hazy feeling in the underworld, and intuitively recognize the fighting spirit.

It can also be said. If you want to explore the fighting spirit in depth, then the condensation realm of the fighting soul needs to be completed in the first step. Mo Lan, who just wanted to make the hazy fighting soul more condensed and re-establish a similar connection with the formation, did not expect that under the influence of the anti-heaven formation and the essence of the Vic fighting spirit, he would actually let him enter the clear realm of the soul in one step.

This was undoubtedly a big accident, and reaching a clear state not only made Mo Lan's control of the power of the fighting soul more satisfactory in the future. And it is only one step away from the ultimate condensation realm of fighting soul training.

Vic's fighting soul trapped in the sea of blood had long been decomposed by the faint soft light emitted by the anti-heaven formation. Mo Lan's mind moved, the wooden sword, directly appeared on the second floor of the fighting soul, under the illumination of the soft light of the formation, together with the wooden sword, slowly faded into the fighting soul space, they really melted into Mo Lan's soul.

Maybe it's a moment, maybe it's a hundred years later, but these spaces on the second floor of the fighting soul don't make sense at all, there is no passage of time here, here is always constant at one point.

Mo Lan slowly stood up in the fighting spirit, and in a moment, the scene in the temple appeared in the fighting spirit. In the temple, Sprite looked at Mo Lan sitting on the ground with a complicated expression, he had already resisted countless shots.

There was a voice in his heart, constantly telling him that if Mo Lan died, then there would be one less powerful opponent for him. From now on, the continent will be five points of the world, not the current six.

Sprite's eyes moved from Mo Lan's body to the spicy strip as if he was sleeping. The murderous intent in his eyes slowly subsided, and how many times he relied on this method to barely calm the killing intent in his heart.

Although Sprite did not live a day with Spicy Tiao, although they were a nominal couple, it was precisely this spiritual love that allowed them to infinitely perfect each other and leave an indelible seed in their hearts.

They can be said to be the saddest, but they can also be said to be the luckiest. The sad thing is that they don't really feel the best emotions in the world. Luckily, they were able to take each other into their hearts forever and take them to their graves.

The gaze on Spicy Strip's body moved to Mo Lan again. Sprite's pupils began to change again, showing the hesitation and confusion in his heart. A thin bead of sweat appeared on his forehead, and sometimes the demons were always more difficult to deal with than the real enemy. With the concentration of the Great Demon Master and a hundred years of penance, it is difficult to resist the interference of the demons.

"What, can't decide?!" Mo Lan opened his eyes and smiled at Sprite. Sprite's pupils turned black again, and the inner demon that had been constantly speaking in her heart seemed to disappear the moment Mo Lan opened her eyes.

Sprite looked at Mo Lan carefully and felt that his strength was a lot stronger, but for some reason, Mo Lan, who had always given people a vague feeling, seemed to be a lot clearer. After a moment, Sprite let out a long sigh of relief, "You've tormented me for twelve days. ”

Mo Lan smiled, got up and patted Sprite's shoulder, "Just get used to it." ”

Sprite's eyes froze, "If you're not afraid of death, you might as well try it again next time, it's a good way to improve mental stability." ”

"No spicy strips, how dare I, you think I'm really crazy?" After twelve days of transition, Sprite's sadness had long been resealed in his heart, "Is she still saved? I can't figure out how to repair my broken heart." (To be continued.) )