After three years of retreat and a thousand days and nights of study, except for three hours of practice, Tang Luo studied martial arts and studied his own soul almost all the time.

And this kind of thing is never more reliable than praying to the gods and worshiping the Buddha, because it will definitely not disappoint you, so even if it is an unheard of black ball divine soul, Tang Luo has also studied a lot of its characteristics.

For example, although the True Power attached to the Black Ball Divine Soul itself cannot be attached to the Spiritual Skill, it can be transformed through the Spiritual Power.

After infusing a large amount of spiritual power, the Black Ball Divine Soul will become tangible and qualitative, and its weight will be amazing, and it will become larger.

The Black Ball Divine Soul seems to contain some kind of magnetic power, which can attract some specific high-grade ores, and even control them.

The Black Ball Divine Soul has a condensation and tenacity far beyond ordinary Divine Souls, and it is almost impossible to be destroyed by any Soul Technique, Tang Luo once took a Broken Soul Bell from the treasure house, wanting to try the extreme strength of the Black Ball Divine Soul.

As a martial arts master who has awakened the bloodline of heaven-level soul devouring, Ji Shiyun's soul breaking song has always been respected as the nemesis of the divine soul, although there is only one soul-suppressing bell in the soul breaking bell, but it is enough to kill nine out of nine fierce realm divine souls, Tang Luo is relying on his strong body to dare to risk himself.

But even he didn't expect that the soul breaking bell, known as the soul buster, couldn't even make the black ball soul tremble, and the soul breaking bell hit the soul of the god, like a mud cow entering the sea and disappearing without a trace, even his own innate yin and yang two instruments couldn't capture his own black ball soul.

Therefore, Tang Luo was bluffing Duan Nagarjuna in front of the Fire God Temple, the reason why he was able to practice so many secret techniques of strengthening the divine soul was not to die with the enemy at a critical moment, he just wanted to try, where is the limit of this black ball divine soul, but the sad thing is that he has not found it until now, so he can only continue to observe it in the future.

But because of the cultivation of the secret technique of strengthening the soul, the power of the Yuan Magnet of the Black Ball Divine Soul became stronger and stronger, and this led to the design of the thirty-six Falling Imperial Yuan Magnetic Beads.

The star robe was hit by the arc of electricity, and the thirty-six Falling Yuyuan magnetic beads were so fast that only afterimages remained, and the blue arc became brighter and denser, forming a power grid, submerging Tang Luo's figure.

Tang Luo's hands were opened, and the rotation radius of the Luo Yuyuan magnetic bead suddenly expanded, the arc was stretched and extended, some snow clouds were affected, and a faint thunder roar was heard.

With the expansion of the rotation radius of the Falling Yuan Magnetic Bead, the Yuan Magnetic Power Grid turned into a Yuan Magnetic Storm, roaring above the sky.

The Yuan Magnetic Storm is getting bigger and bigger, and the Yuan Magnetic Beads are flying wildly, scattering the thick snow clouds in the sky, and the thunder in the snow clouds is attracted by the Yuan Magnetic Storm and constantly gathers towards the Yuan Magnetic Storm.

Ten miles, thirty miles, fifty miles, one hundred miles!

The snow clouds within a radius of 100 miles were scattered, and the sky naturally stopped falling snow, but it became another terrible scene, the Yuan magnetic storm turned the entire sky above the Vimaqua Plains into a field of thunder, and the blue light and shadow shrouded the grassland for thousands of miles, which was like a miracle scene that shocked the pilgrims to kneel on the ground, and even the ascetic monks stopped and chanted the scriptures thinking that they had encountered a miracle.

Tang Luo didn't know what the people on the ground thought, he only knew that as more and more thunder power was attracted by the Falling Yuan Magnetic Beads, he was gradually a little overwhelmed, and it was conceivable what kind of terrifying power was gathered in his Yuan Magnetic Storm.

And what he had to do was only halfway there, as if Shenwei had descended into the world, eighteen Falling Yuyuan magnetic beads dragged countless electric snakes to the ground, like a pillar of light composed of thunder and lightning, turning the earth into the air and lifting the turf.

Just when the pilgrims thought it was a divine punishment, there was a scene in front of them that they would never forget.

This pillar of light composed of thunder seems to be endless, and extends in one direction, looking from afar, it is like the fingers of heaven condensed by thunder, drawing a line on this vast Vimatian plain, this line from east to west, after the thunder, leaving behind a smooth road surface with melting ice and snow with a heart-warming temperature.

Without the howling snow, the visibility of the human eye was greatly improved, and these pilgrims on the Vimalta Plains bowed down to the thunder pillar reverently.

Eighteen Falling Imperial Yuan Magnetic Beads controlled the thunder above the sky, and the other eighteen attracted the Yuan Magnetic Thunder Pillar to consume the thunder in the sky, and Tang Luo slowly controlled the storm all the way to the west, opening up a real heavenly path for this group of devout believers!

Whether there is a god in the world, Tang Luo doesn't know, but at this time, the people on the Vimalta Plains worship him as a god!

The Yuan Magnetic Thunder Pillar and the Yuan Magnetic Storm extended all the way to the west, and all the believers along the way knelt down to the Thunder Pillar, chanting words in their mouths, although Tang Luo couldn't understand a word, but it didn't prevent him from being in a good mood.

For he had seen that many pilgrims had driven their carts to the path opened by the thunder pillar, and they were cheering, and their faces were no longer calm and numb, but peaceful and joyful, perhaps because they felt that they could reach their destination, or perhaps because this miracle strengthened their mood, but in any case, Tang Luo saved the lives of this group of people from the hands of God.

Yuan magnetic hit the snow, thunder made the way, and the sky fight, really, the fun is endless!

Tang Luo, who was wearing a mask of Gou Chen, grinned at the sky, and the roar of the Yuan magnetic storm in the sky was even louder.

The miracle on the plains of Vimala lasted for a thousand miles, and the reason why there was no way to extend it again was that the thunder in the sky was exhausted.

The snow clouds that stretched for thousands of miles were swept away by the Yuan Magnet, casting this thousand miles of heavenly path, and Tang Luo's control of the Falling Imperial Yuan Magnetic Beads has also been greatly improved, if he said that when he came out of Xiling, his control of the thirty-six Falling Imperial Yuan Magnetic Beads was only proficient, and now it has reached the point of perfection.

This also made him more confident in this mission, after all, outlining this identity is something he attaches great importance to, and if there is a failure, he really can't hang it on his face.

Shaking off the star robe and collecting the thirty-six Falling Yuyuan magnetic beads in the robe, the tall and thin man wearing the Gou Chen mask fell to the ground and stepped into Hyderabad, the first great city that came to Vimaltahara.

Different from ordinary cities, this big city of non-heavenly clan is built on the middle of the mountain, as long as you look up, you can see the magnificent Buddha hall, gold and black, magnificent, solemn, sacred.

Walking into the city, there were monks and a group of kowtowers in obvious costumes, which was different from the tragic situation that Tang Luo imagined, although the people here were not wearing gorgeous clothes, and they were not even neat, but everyone who made eye contact with him would smile at him, and they were not afraid of his strange decoration at all.

It was hard to imagine that this was the city that was not ruled by the irritable and short-minded Tianxiu clan, until Tang Luo met a man who looked like a rakshasa in a golden monk's robe.