The Martial King True Yuan was successfully condensed, and the process of advancing to the Martial King was half completed.

Ming Qi was quietly suspended in the air, and the surging True Yuan around him began to boil.

Although the remaining many divine powers have not been completely refined, the power of refining is enough for him to condense the second martial soul, and the first martial soul is all-encompassing, but it needs a strong force to back it up. Therefore, Ming Qi's current thinking is very clear, the killing heart has affected his mind, and he has completely returned to that cold-blooded state, so he will refine a killing soul, so that the tenacious and persistent thoughts of the killer in his previous life are always engraved in his heart, so that whenever he fights, he will be more committed and more focused, so as to constantly break through the limit and grow rapidly.

The sharp edge of Xuanyue behind him began to flutter, as if it was a lonely ghost in the dark night, floating up and down involuntarily.

Ming Qi's eyes were closed, his expression was solemn, and the lines on his cheeks became more and more resolute like a knife.

Although this is a process of promotion, it is not a complete transformation of him.

Ming Qi had always been a little uneasy, and he was even a little afraid to return to that world where there was no emotion and only swords, guns and artillery fire, but now he had no choice. He seemed to be a lone wolf in the dark night that had been sleeping for a long time, and at this moment he began to rearm his claws and teeth, and once again rushed into the vast darkness, bringing devastating blows to his enemies.

Everyone sat there quietly, they didn't dare to chat, and even Zong Long, who had always been angry, had to keep his mouth shut.

The Xuanyue light began to rotate rapidly under the traction of the Ming Qi Qi Machine, and gradually became regular.

A quarter of an hour later, the light turned into a small whirlpool storm that began to gather at his fingertips.

The most condensed point of the funnel-shaped vortex of light was fixed on the tip of Ming Qi's right index finger, and the umbrella-shaped power vortex compressed and condensed little by little while constantly rotating.

There is no fixed routine and discipline for condensing martial souls, and any monk who has reached the martial soul realm has his own idea of condensing martial souls.

Compared to a monk, condensing the martial soul is equivalent to the creator creating a perfect masterpiece, relying on his own unique perception and control of power, to complete the process as he wants.

There are countless monks in the world, and the martial souls are also huge and complex, some pay attention to form, some pay attention to strength, some pay attention to appearance, and some pay attention to connotation, and so on.

Ming Qi is naturally not the kind of flashy person, which can be seen from the fact that he is condensed and bleeding exquisitely.

Compared to the martial souls of most monks, Ming Qi's blood exquisiteness looked very inconspicuous, just a red and somewhat demonic bead, and no one would associate it with the terrifying power of killing monks of the same rank in seconds.

An hour later, the funnel-shaped vortex of power finally condensed into a little light at Ming Qi's fingertips.

From a distance, this small light is beating strongly, like a vibrant heart.

Ming Qi quietly felt the feeling coming from the light, and after stopping his movements for a few minutes, he saw his left hand suddenly grab in the void, and then pointed at the light on the tip of his right finger.

At this moment, he saw a faint white flame flowing along his left hand towards the point of light on his right hand.

This is the power of the Divine Fire, and it is precisely because Ming Qi has considered how to exert his own power to the greatest extent that he decided to try to integrate the Divine Fire into this light.

But obviously this is a long and difficult process.

Although the miserable white divine fire was only a little bit, it flowed extremely slowly, and it was impossible to see that it was really flowing with the naked eye, as if the two were frozen in space.

Everyone could clearly see that little bit of light was constantly shining with a dazzling edge, as if it was preventing the entry of the divine fire, but after all, it was only created, and in this world dominated by Ming Qi, everything had to go according to his will.

In the end, Shenhuo still broke through the resistance of the light point and completely integrated into it.

It's a wonderful process and it seems to be a moment of miracle birth.

The sky is sinking in the west, indicating that a long time has passed.

After merging with the divine fire, the point of light seemed to be a little larger, and it looked even more eerie and gorgeous, it turned into a transparent water droplet, and a miserable white dragon was wandering in the water droplet.

The next moment, behind Ming Qi, Blood Linglong quietly appeared, and with a shake of his fingers, the light point slowly floated up, approaching Blood Linglong.

When the two were so close that they were almost sticking together, Ming Qi suddenly urged a huge mind to instantly withdraw the blood Linglong.

Because of the light point sticky band, it was a little difficult to recover the blood Linglong, after all, this way of condensing the martial soul was too strange, and even Ming Qi didn't know why he chose such a technique.

Suddenly about to bring a strange thing back, Blood Linglong obviously resisted instinctively, but this resistance was quickly suppressed by Ming Qi.

As the blood flashed and disappeared, the light point disappeared completely.

The Ming Seven Room did not allow the operation of the true element, and at the same time looked inwardly all over the body, although it was said that this killing soul was brought in by the blood Linglong, but it could not occupy the position of the blood Linglong.

Sure enough, as soon as Blood Linglong submerged into the ocean of Ming Qi's divine consciousness, it immediately took over and settled firmly in its own area, as if it was a hegemon.

At this time, Ming Qi naturally wouldn't put the two together, and it was very likely that when they collided, they would hit a terrifying martial soul counterattack.

Control the Killing Soul and settle it in a remote corner of the Divine Consciousness Ocean, alongside a few relatively faint and infrequently mobilized energies.

By this time, the condensation of the second martial soul was already nearing the end, and what Ming Qi didn't notice was that the sky was already bright at this moment, and it was very close to the time to leave Fuyao Island.

Ming Qi simply adapted to the new ability that this killing martial soul brought to him, then meditated and breathed, and when the true yuan in his body was completely stable, he slowly returned to the ground and opened his eyes.

"Brother Ming, congratulations!"

As soon as Zong Feng and the others saw that Ming Qi had successfully advanced, they all came over to celebrate.

Ming Qi didn't speak, just nodded slightly, and even the habitual smile on his face was a lot less.

"Due to the ban on the island, you won't have much movement when you advance to the Martial King, and the others won't notice it, but you can't hide it from the shadow guards on the island, and it is estimated that the shadow guards will arrive soon. ”

The voice of the Northern God sounded in Ming Qi's mind at this time.

"Shadow Guard?