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After devouring the 100,000 souls of the soul-raising land, the gun-shaped phantom in the center of the eyebrows finally condensed and formed, like a purple-black mini gun, inlaid between the two eyebrows, surrounded by spiritual mist, confused, holy, majestic, and very domineering.

However, now he doesn't know that there will be an extra mini gun between his eyebrows!

If he knew, he would definitely doubt himself, did he become a monster?

He was very busy now, and his heart was also very unhappy, because his sea of consciousness felt very hungry, as if the soul power in the sea of consciousness had reached the edge of thirst, and he urgently needed to devour the soul power to quench this hunger. It's like a person who hasn't drunk water for a few days on dog days, with a dry mouth and a very thirsty thirst.

He was busy devouring the Spirit of the Spirit, and before he could devour, he had to get through his own psychological barrier, although, the Spirit of the Spirit, had been chasing and killing him, which made him very annoying.

It's it. I almost drove myself to death, it was it. forced the master Xuanyangzi to use a great move in the case of insufficient skills. Now he is still lying in the soul-nourishing spirit jade on his chest, he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, and he doesn't know how long he will have to sleep before he can wake up.

Since I met Master Xuanyangzi. Wu Potian regarded him as his closest person, closer than his relatives, so he didn't have the slightest guilt about devouring the spirit of the murderous soul, he thought. Devouring this nasty guy, as a matter of course.

Cultivation is the cultivation of the mind, to forcibly devour a soul, you must have your own reasons, you have to cross your own psychological barrier, unwilling, then the cycle of cause and effect, there will be retribution.

When your heart is as calm as water, you will be clear and clear. Nothing dusty.

There is a poem that says: The heart lake is calm and clear, and the dust is not stained by the immortals.

Please note. This is the "heart lake".

The three heart caves of the oblique moon, the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, are talking about the word heart. What a cultivator cultivates is also a heart!

Cultivating martial arts to the current realm of Wu Potian has become a cultivator. If you want to move to the next level of profundity. It is necessary to have a deep understanding of the nature of the Heavenly Dao, and the understanding is understood. The realm is over as soon as it passes.

If you want to pass the realm, you must first have a clear mind, if you don't have a clear mind and recognize the self, how can you pass the realm?

As long as the realm is passed, the accumulation of spiritual power is not the same thing for Wu Potian at all. It's just that the Heavenly Dao that Wu Potian needs to comprehend is mainly martial arts, because what he cultivates is martial arts.

After a fierce ideological struggle, Wu Potian finally understood: he got the Yin Yang Holy Fruit because of his fate, and the fierce soul spirit snatched the Yin Yang Holy Fruit was the cause, and now, the fierce soul spirit returned his soul to Wu Potian, and it was because of the antecedent cause of snatching the Yin Yang Holy Fruit that it would bear the fruit that was devoured.

"Karma, it's really unpleasant!" Wu Potian sighed in his heart.

Thinking about this, he didn't hesitate any longer: ripples suddenly rippled in his dark and calm eyes, and a glittering brilliance appeared in his eyes, shooting straight dozens of feet away.

The Nine Ancestors Dragon Soul of the Nine Heads Behind him suddenly found that a terrifying light appeared in Wu Potian's eyes, and he seemed to understand something, the nine heads and eighteen different dragon eyes immediately emitted different brilliance, some were scarlet, some were turquoise, some were pitch black, some were apricot yellow, and a pair of dragon eyes came out with golden light, all of which shot directly at the spirit of the fierce soul.

The spirit of the fierce soul of the grief was already suppressed by the Nine Ancestor Dragons of the Flood Desolation, and its whole body could not move, seeing that this person and a dragon were really going to attack him, he immediately yelled like killing a pig, the voice was extremely miserable, and people couldn't help crying, its whole body twisted wildly, and it couldn't stop trembling with fright......

The Nine Ancestral Dragons of the Flood Desolation grinned at the dragon's mouth, and in the eyes of the eighteen dragons, the pressure increased sharply, and the eighteen rays of brilliance immediately tied up the spirit of the fierce soul that was thousands of meters long, and fluttered towards Wu Potian's body.

Wu Potian, who was shining in his eyes, saw that the fierce soul spirit floated over and was slaughtered, and immediately unceremoniously raised the blue divine sword in his hand, and his whole body power was immediately transported to the divine sword, and a sword gang hundreds of meters long slashed directly towards the huge fierce soul spirit.

Sneer......

Crunch crunch......

With this tooth-souring sound sounding, Wu Potian's hundreds of meters long sword gang, carrying his mutated soul power, was powerless, and the terrifying sword gang frantically discharged on the huge body of the fierce soul spirit.

Yes, it is Xuan Xuan, this is Wu Potian's monstrous hatred for this fierce soul spirit, all of which was vented with a sword gang, and it was vented on this fierce soul spirit.

As soon as the sword Gangfu was issued, the scene of the fierce soul spirit chasing and killing him almost hung up flashed in his mind, and the soul of his master Xuan Yangzi turned from thick to light, and the scene of almost dying appeared in Wu Potian's mind again and again, and a depressed anger mixed with hatred and madness was vented on the body of my fierce soul spirit.

"Wind Shadow Moves!"

With this angry shout, the purple-black mini gun in the center of Wu Potian's eyebrows suddenly shot out a series of linear ripples from the center of his eyebrows, and this soul power appeared in space in the shape of a gun, completely encompassing the entire body of the fierce soul.

Wu Potian, who was inspired, seemed to have suddenly had some kind of enlightenment, and the dark blue divine sword in the hand of the ghost envoy also sent out arc-shaped sword gangs, and the lines were mysterious and strange......

For a while, under the ripples of this ripple, the entire place of soul cultivation seemed to be still, including time, space, and sound, only the gun-shaped arc ripples rippled in this area, rippling out a roar of the wind, with an incomparably powerful tearing power of the wind, wrapped the body of the fierce soul spirit, forcibly tearing apart.

The soul Gangfeng, the torn Gangfeng, has become the only one in this interval!

Fear, pain, and fright, made the spirit of the murderous soul let out an irresistible roar, the voice was very sad, very sad, very sad, the helpless wail of the loser before death.

In fact, with Wu Potian's current strength, it is not so powerful, it is completely because the Nine Ancestor Dragons of the Flood Desolation behind him have controlled the spirit of the fierce soul, so that it does not dare to move, and it must not move, otherwise, even if the spirit of the fierce soul is not defeated, it can completely escape.

But it's sad that it can't now!

With the ripples of this soul arc, the powerful force that tore through everything made the body of the fierce soul finally make a cracking sound of disintegration.

Sneer......

The sound of crunching disintegration came one after another, and before the sound fell, the tenacious body of the huge fierce soul spirit began to completely collapse and disintegrate after a sword slash from the Blue Excalibur, making a strange creaking sound of disintegration.

Although it is just a sword gang, the name of this move is Wind Shadow Movement, this sword splits out, with arc-shaped weird ripples, each ripple is a Flowing Frost Divine Spear lethality, constantly wrapping the huge body of the fierce spirit, frantically destroying.

In this situation, a sword was formed, but it was as if it had been slashed by thousands of swords, causing the body of the fierce soul to quickly disintegrate, completely collapse, and chop up small pieces of minced flesh, and the dragon's blood shot wildly in this space......

But the wind shadow movement is a silent disintegration, there is no strong ripple, there is no huge wind sound, and the spirit of the fierce soul is in such a situation, strangely disintegrated, this strange combination between movement and stillness, makes people feel very uncomfortable and inexplicably weird!

And those pieces of flesh splattered with dragon blood made Wu Potian's glittering essence light from his eyes begin to devour it in an all-round way, and those brilliance automatically wrapped every fragment, they quickly dried up, and gradually, under the wrapping of that brilliance, in a mysterious way, under the visibility of the naked eye, turned into a complete nothingness, and completely disappeared in front of him.

Yes, it's gone, completely gone!

Wu Potian's sea of consciousness that had dried up for countless years suddenly encountered an ocean of souls, and immediately, countless soul ripples shot out from the mini gun in the center of his eyebrows, and began another round of crazy devouring.

As a result of devouring, the mini gun in the center of his eyebrows immediately shone brightly, and the essence shone brightly, becoming more and more condensed, and gradually turning into substance.

This fierce soul spirit was originally the soul body of a hell fierce soul that had been sealed here by the senior cultivators for tens of thousands of years in ancient times, and it couldn't be destroyed, so it had to be sealed here, for tens of thousands of years, in order to get out of trouble, I don't know how many ways to enhance the power of the soul, so it was cultivated to what it is now, but now it has been completely swallowed by Wu Potian.

Three hours later, with a slight tremor, a burst of light shone in the center of Wu Potian's eyebrows, condensed into a small mini gun, and leaped away from the center of his eyebrows, announcing that the hell soul that had been sealed for tens of thousands of years was completely devoured by Wu Potian, and it truly became the tonic of his soul.

Now, Wu Potian's soul is really about to transform......

At this moment, his palms suddenly ached:

Wu Potian looked down and saw that a miniature version of the little black dragon was lying quietly in the palm of his right hand, which looked extremely weird!

Wu Potian grimaced and asked loudly in confusion:

Why is that?!

No one answered his question, because there was no one here but him, who would answer him......?