"Go ahead!"

Li Jinsheng suddenly let go.

Paul, who was in a coma, immediately regained his mobility.

But it was Hu Yang who manipulated his star soul and directly threw him into battle. Paul himself was completely unconscious.

That's the most painful part of a slave: you simply don't know what you've ever done.

You have no idea how you're being used.

"Huh!"

Paul Naimog pulled out Seke's scimitar.

On the scimitar, a palpitating aura erupted faintly.

The remaining Sek Rangers were completely stunned.

They had no idea what was wrong with their chief.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Paul's hand rose up with his sword and fell, and he reaped the head.

The Sekh rangers around him were hacked to death several on the spot, blood splattered.

"Oh no!

The remaining Sekh Rangers were taken aback and fled in all directions.

They all wish that their parents would give them a few more legs so that they could run faster than the others.

But, alas, they simply did not have a chance to escape. They were surrounded by fangs. And the even more ferocious Paul Na Yingmu, wielding a knife and following behind. After being charged with the Star Soul by Hu Yang, his combat power was even more ferocious than just now. Because, before, his Yuan Energy was limited and had to be used sparingly, but now, he is the Yuan Energy that can squander Populus euphratica wantonly, and every time he makes a move, he is full of energy.

Without the consciousness of Paul, Na Yingmu, all that remains is the instinct to fight. He frantically brandished Seke's scimitar and hacked all of his former companions to death. His star soul was originally as high as level eighteen, and his combat power was already very strong. Now, with the help of Populus euphratica's Yuan Energy, the combat effectiveness has been continuously doubled. Cut it out casually, even if the target is not cut, it will be shocked to death by the fierce Yuan Neng.

However, this is definitely not the scariest of all.

The most terrifying thing is that Hu Yang also rubbed some of his martial arts to him.

After successfully controlling Paul's Yingmu's star soul, Hu Yang's rubbing gave him the Ten Thousand Splitting Demon Skill, the Tiger Evil Forbidden Skill, and so on.

That guy in Wugang actually flinched from the battle, he was really cowardly. Populus didn't expect anything from that guy anymore. However, having said that, it is also a fact that Takeoka itself is not strong in combat. The reason is that he did not rub the martial arts to Wugang in time.

If he had rubbed some of the exercises to Wu Gang earlier, Wu Gang's courage would definitely not be so small. The various exercises up to the eighth layer are enough to improve Wugang's combat effectiveness in an earth-shaking way. The so-called art masters are bold, and this is exactly the case. Only with enough strength can we have enough self-confidence. Thankfully, it's too late to make amends. As a result, Hu Yang included the goal of rubbing martial arts and Wugang into it.

These exercises are either physical enhancement or amplification, and they are very suitable for Paul's situation. Although he has not yet fully cultivated, the effect is already very significant. In particular, exercises such as the "Vientiane Dumu Jing Absolute Buddha Record" are very effective in improving the lethality of Yuan Energy. The seventeen-storey Vientiane Treasure Book is even more terrifying. Even if Paul Na Yingmu has only cultivated a little bit, the effect is already very amazing. It was enough for him to hack all his former companions to death one by one. Or maybe you can hack several to death with a single knife.

In an instant, all the remaining Sekh rangers died under Paul's sword. The whole process is really clean and neat, like chopping melons and vegetables. No Sykh Ranger could escape Paul's scimitar killing.

"it!"

"Call it a day!"

Hu Yang disbanded all the fangs.

They were like a gust of wind that disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Hu Yang then lifted the control of Paul's Yingmu's star soul, allowing him to gradually regain his senses.

Paul woke up in a daze, unaware of what he had just done. He looked around blankly, thinking that his companion had died at someone else's hands. Slowly, he regained his numb posture and stood still.

The cultivators around, of course, no one would say anything about it. No one is a fool who would deliberately remind Paul of that Yingmu. Moreover, now, everyone's attention is back focused on Populus euphratica. To be precise, it was concentrated on Poor Qidan.

Based on the time, the poor Qidan should almost be ready to be baked - if there is no difference in the middle.

So far, Li Jinsheng has not had any differences.

He is still continuing his alchemy.

If there was a mistake, the process would have been terminated long ago.

Even people who absolutely didn't believe that Li Jinsheng could succeed now can't help but be a little skeptical.

Perhaps, this Li Jinsheng can really refine the Poor Qi Dan?

Perhaps, he can really create a zào miracle?

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was a strong vibration of Yuan Energy.

But it was the medicinal liquid in Li Jinsheng's hand, which seemed to have fused perfectly and was ready to condense into a pill.

This is the last step in refining the Poor Qi Dan. If there are no accidents, Ning Dan should be successful.

The vibration of Yuan Neng became more and more intense, more and more ferocious, as if it was a vast and boundless sea, and suddenly set off a stormy wave, lapping the shore one after another, roaring madly. Some cultivators with relatively weak skills had already had to retreat continuously. It seems that Chen Yan and the others are almost four or five kilometers away from Populus euphratica. However, they were still deeply shocked by the shock wave of Yuan Energy. From time to time, they would feel that their star souls were more uncomfortable.

"Let them in!" said Bernaver.

The gate of Lei Guang City immediately opened, and Du Shanran came out of it.

On behalf of Lei Guangcheng, he warmly welcomed the arrival of Xiao Jianhua, Xiao Yinghua, Xiao Yuzhu, Chen Yan, Lei Ge and others.

"You guys go in first!" Xiao Jianhua said solemnly, "I'm here to protect the Dharma." ”

"Brother, I don't think I need to protect the Dharma. Xiao Yinghua said.

Xiao Jianhua frowned and agreed.

Indeed, Populus euphratica does not need to protect the Dharma at all!

This guy's self-preservation ability is simply much stronger than his Xiao Jianhua.

Don't look at this guy's star soul level is only a measly eleven levels, not as good as everyone present. However, he is too rebellious.

The number of types of exercises he cultivated was too much, and the level was too high, and all aspects were mixed together, and he became an extremely perverted being, and his combat effectiveness was also a mess that was indescribable. Xiao Jianhua could no longer find the right words to describe the perversion of Populus euphratica.

Maybe Li Jinsheng has no way to defeat him openly and Xiao Jianhua for the time being. However, if he Xiao Jianhua wants to defeat the other party, it is almost impossible. This guy, from a certain point of view, is simply an immortal being. Even if a higher-level heavenly master comes, I'm afraid there is nothing to do with him.

"Jingle bell!"

"Jingle bell!"

Suddenly, a crisp wind chime sounded.

All the attention was immediately drawn to it. It's Li Jinsheng again.

But seeing Li Jinsheng's hand, I don't know when, there was actually a small and exquisite, chic wind chime, which was shaking lightly.

The crisp and pleasant wind chimes came out of Li Jinsheng's hands, as if the wind chimes were spiritual.

Suddenly, the wind chimes slipped out of Li Jinsheng's hands and fluttered in the wind.

"Wind chimes?"

"What's going on? Wind chimes?"

"Didn't Li Jinsheng refine the elixir? How did he refine a wind chime?"

Many of the cultivators around him couldn't believe what they saw. They all felt that there was nothing stranger in the world than this. Did Li Jinsheng refine the Qi Qi Dan after all? Why did he refine a wind chime?

"Pills Psychic ......"

"It's actually an elixir psychic......"

Bernafo suddenly muttered to himself, unabashedly burst into tears.

The great patriarch of the Tigray tribe actually shed tears silently and casually in front of so many people, as if he had seen some most touching miracle.

"Pill psychic?"

"How is it possible? How is it possible?"

Xiao Jianhua also muttered to himself in astonishment, feeling that his thinking was completely insufficient.

As a cultivator in the middle stage of the Young Heaven Rank, Xiao Jianhua didn't know much about refining pills, and he only vaguely heard someone mention the words "pill psychic", and vaguely knew that it was a very high-level alchemy realm, and only a very few top alchemists could do it.

The so-called elixir psychic, as the name suggests, is that the elixir has aura. To put it more bluntly, it is to have a sense of autonomy. It will be like a human being, knowing how to think, knowing how to choose, and knowing how to choose. It also has emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and these feelings also have an impact on itself.

According to the different processes of psychic, it can be divided into psychic, incarnation, incarnation, etc.

The lowest level is that with self-awareness, they will break away from the alchemist's control and try to escape everywhere.

More advancedly, the elixir will change into a variety of different shapes. Its purpose, of course, is also to escape the control of others.

The more advanced thing is to become a human. The pill will turn into a variety of people according to actual needs. Its changes are very realistic. Ordinary cultivators couldn't tell the difference at all. It is said that there was once a pill that was transformed into a human form and stored for hundreds of years, but no one found it.

As for the more advanced ones, a pill is a different dimensional space, an elixir is a world, and so on, which is not something that Xiao Jianhua's level can understand. However, if someone said that the starry sky world he was in was actually the result of a mythical-level elixir, he would not feel strange at all. Who can guarantee that at this moment, you are not stored in a pill?