In the sky above Yang Yan's soul sea, there is a layer of dense fog, exuding soul power fluctuations, and you can faintly feel that there is Yang Yan's will contained in it, especially in the center of the dense fog, where the dense fog is almost condensed into substance, and the soul power and will fluctuations are the strongest.

This is not the same as the mist a month ago, the resistance to the soul attack alone has increased significantly, feeling the soul hammer that is still hammering down now, the gap is obvious, a month ago he was unable to resist at all, but now he can bear all this without changing his face, the soul sea is only slightly shocked by the attack, and he was transferred to the dense fog above and tempered.

"Hehe, it looks like it's time, if you can't hold the last step, don't blame the old man for dying. Seeing that the time was ripe, the old monster in the shadows said twice with bad intentions, but his face was much more serious.

The hammer that was constantly attacking in the void suddenly disappeared, and before Yang Yan could react, a powerful soul pressure descended, even with Yang Yan's current soul strength, he could feel quite a strong oppressive force.

A hammer twice as thick as it was originally condensed and formed on the top of Yang Yan's head, still only the outline, but it was clearer, there was no extra stop after the forming, and it fell straight down, castrating extremely fiercely, as fast as thunder.

At this moment, Yang Yan was not timid, but all the strength of his body burst out, his fighting spirit was high to the extreme, and his will was firm to the extreme, even the sword momentum, wind momentum, and killing momentum were all responding to his fighting spirit, and the madness broke out, the sword qi was fierce, the wind was howling, and the murderous aura was overflowing.

These potentials are not as majestic as the original, but condensed together, not leaking, faintly condensed into a sword, the tip of the sword pointed straight to the sky, roaring out, this is the sublimation of the potential, the realm of micro.

This was a substantial attack, but it faintly appeared in the sea of souls, and there was a throbbing sound in the thick fog, as if declaring war.

"Boom!"

There was no suspense, the hammer hammered the soul sea, above the dense fog, and suddenly the soul sea shook, the soul power rolled, and a soul storm formed from the sky above the soul sea, sweeping in all directions, and the surging soul power converged towards it.

The center of this soul storm was the center of the original fog, and the throbbing in it became clearer and clearer, as if shouting for joy, announcing the birth of something new.

Yang Yan only felt a sharp pain in his head, the whole person seemed to be flattened, his fighting spirit was still high, his will was still firm, he was unmoved, and he supported the immortality of the soul sea.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Yan only knew that there seemed to be a sharp cone stabbing in his soul sea, as if some kind of mutation had occurred in the soul sea, the storm in the sky above was converging towards the center, and the soul power on the periphery gradually became thinner, as if it had been absorbed.

"This little doll has finally succeeded. The old monster seemed to see the changes in the sea of Yangyan souls, and breathed a sigh of relief, just a hint of relief was revealed, and he was wiped out by him, and then complained a little unhappily: "It's still too bad, it's just a rudimentary form of a war soul, with the help of the old man, it took so long, really, a lifetime of wisdom has been ruined by you, it's really unlucky!"

If this idea is heard by those martial artists who specialize in soul cultivation, they have to vomit blood three liters, brother, that is a war spirit, but it is not an ordinary martial soul, how many people want to achieve it but can't achieve it, the requirements can be described as extremely difficult to achieve, the most important yang Yan is the cultivation of the quenching realm, even if it is only a prototype, it should not be able to condense successfully, the general qi refining realm powerhouse does not have the soul strength to support such a soul tempering, and there is no such condition, it is even more difficult to have a strong person of the level of the old monster to help.

Many martial artists who specialize in souls want to condense martial souls, and they have to be after the Lingyuan Realm, and some geniuses with natural resources in martial souls can first condense the prototype of martial souls, but they can only do it around the peak of the Qi Refining Realm, this is still an ordinary martial soul, and the battle soul is even more difficult.

Now that Yang Yan is cultivating the body realm, he has condensed the rudiments of the battle soul in a month, if this is considered "too bad", no one else will live.

Of course, Yang Yan can do this, and his inexplicably powerful soul, the extremely secret soul fluctuations that the old monster feels, as well as his outstanding talent, strong will, and high fighting spirit are inseparable, in addition to the help of the old monster also accounts for a huge proportion, otherwise Yang Yan doesn't even know the battle soul and martial soul, how to condense the rudiments of the war soul?

"Huh?" The old monster just finished complaining, and he sighed lightly, and after a while, a thick look of surprise appeared on his face, which was many times more obvious than when he was interested in Yang Yan, after all, he was just a momentary interest in Yang Yan, and in the end he was just a Quenching Body Realm martial artist, but this time it was very different.

"Oh no, oh no, how many years hasn't it been? Oh shit, the old man didn't even pay attention to what this little kid was doing, and he missed the show in vain. The old monster grumbled incoherently.

His eyes glared at Yang Yan, who was suffering a lot of pain, and said angrily: "It's all you little doll, causing the old man to miss the rare good show, hmph! No matter you, the old man has taken a step first, but fortunately, the big show will not end for a while, but you can't miss it again!"

Then the "whoosh" disappeared, it seems that he really doesn't plan to care about Yang Yan anymore, and he doesn't know what happened to make him so gaffe.

......

Gradually, the storm in the sea of sun-burning souls gradually subsided, the pain receded like a tide, and the whole person seemed to be dehydrated, paralyzed to the ground, and his whole body was weak.

"It's ...... What?"

Yang Yan looked at the soul sea and found that there was a mist suspended in the sky of the soul sea, in the center of the mist, a misty sword could be faintly seen standing still, this sword was only about the same thickness and length as the little finger, and the whole body was golden, but it was extremely illusory, only a vague sword-shaped outline.

Of course he didn't know, this is the prototype of the war soul in the mouth of the old monster, the war soul is a kind of martial soul, but the people who also have the war soul are not the same, it varies from person to person, most of them will be affected by the exercises, martial arts, weapons, etc., and Yang Yan's war soul form is the golden sword, the prototype of the war soul is like this, and the same is true for the war soul in the future, but there will be a qualitative change between the two, which is a leap.

"I guess it's passed. Yang Yan thought to himself, after the strongest soul attack, there would be no new movement, it should be the final blow.

"Trialist, congratulations on passing through the fifth layer, you have half an hour to breathe, and then you will open the passage of the sixth layer. ”

At this moment, the voice appeared again, maybe it was very outstanding through the fifth layer, it was rare, and there were two more words "congratulations" in its words, but it still didn't have any emotion, it was plain.

Half an hour? It seems that there is indeed no reward for this layer, and going to the sixth layer is to face the test directly, so he was given half an hour to adjust.

Of course, Yang Yan didn't know that his battle soul prototype was already the best reward, but it was also because he was "taken care of" by the old monster that he had this achievement, and it was difficult for others to have this treatment, and it was already extremely outstanding to be able to survive a series of soul attacks.

There was no waste of time, Yang Yan had already begun to meditate and pranayama almost the moment his voice fell, now he was almost out of strength, and he had to recover as soon as possible, the test of the fifth layer was linked to the test of the sixth layer, to put it bluntly, it was a pre-test, and even the pre-test he had an extremely difficult time, and the difficulty of the sixth layer can be imagined.

He remembered what the voice said, no one had ever passed through the ninth floor, and it seemed that it was definitely not a lie, and it was difficult for the absolute heavenly pride to pass through every layer behind.

This pranayama Yang Yan found that his aura was running much smoother, and pranayama was twice as effective with half the effort, which was obviously due to the enhancement of his soul power, although he was not clear about the specific connection between the two, but in the month-long soul tempering, his cultivation had indeed been improved to the peak of the ninefold body quenching, and a breakthrough was just around the corner.

After half an hour like this, Yang Yan had already returned to his peak state, and the passage of the sixth layer should also be opened from time to time.

"Boom!"

The heavy sound of opening the door sounded, and I saw that a temple wall in front of Yang Yan was actually cracked from the middle, and then opened to both sides, this turned out to be an extremely heavy door.

After the gate opened, there was a thick reckless aura blowing in the face, blowing a few strands of hair in front of Yang Yan's forehead, behind the gate was an altar, smaller than the altar at the entrance of the ancestral tower, with the same three thick pillars, and the same with the peerless powerhouses on the reliefs and reliefs, but like the pillars on the fifth layer, there was only the middle-aged man in blue.

This couldn't help but make Yang Yan guess that only this middle-aged man in blue was the founding patriarch of the Yunxiao Divine Sect, and the other two were just peerless figures who emerged later, and they were added later when they reached a level comparable to the patriarch of the opening faction, but if this is the case, the middle-aged man in blue should be ranked in the middle of the entrance gate to show respect.

It's still a little unreasonable, Yang Yan doesn't bother with that brain, no matter what, they are all people who have already become ancients, and the Yunxiao Divine Sect has long been destroyed, even if they find out the truth, what can they do?

There was only one platform on the altar, and Yang Yan stood up directly after entering the door, and a dazzling light enveloped him......

Different from the previous teleportation, this time Yang Yan actually had a feeling of soul leaving his body, very ridiculous, but very real, in a trance, he found that his body was still on the altar, but he clearly went to another space, what was going on?

When he came back to his senses, he found that he was in front of a barren world, with collapsed hills, dried rivers, withered vegetation, lifeless, and the scorching sun hanging high in the air, scorching the land like a furnace, as if the culprit had created this barren world.

If an ordinary person comes here, it won't take long for him to be roasted and dried, just like those withered vegetation, even a warrior can feel the incomparably hot, unbearable, Yang Yan came here for a while, and then he felt that his lips were a little dry.