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Chapter three hundred and eighty fifth, white jade bottle

At the same time, far away in the Huohai Huangti Mountain, in the main hall, Fen Tian sat upright on the main seat, looking at the elder Quantai who seemed a little restrained in the hall, he said coldly, "What Liu Fenggu means is to capture these demon kings Wei Yuan used to exchange for the demon kings who were trapped in the creature world by him?"

"Yes, I'm just a sect in Quantai, I'm afraid that Wei Yuan and the two people around him will be trapped in a cage. As long as one of them escapes, returning to the mortal world will cause great trouble. So the sect leader wants to ask the Demon Lord Burning Heaven, what you mean. After all, in this demon world, only you, Huangti Mountain, have the strength to compete with the three people in that group."

The elder of Quantai looked respectful.

Hearing this, Fen Tian raised his eyebrows slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking about, but he nodded at the end, "This is not impossible, but even Quantai and Huangtishan would probably not be able to completely leave the three of them."

"Dominor, please rest assured. My sect master has already sent someone to the Chaos Demon Palace early in the morning. If we combine the power of the three sects and have four supreme cultivators in the Yuanshen realm of killing me, we will definitely be able to leave them all. At that time, Allah and the little character Bai Qi will kill with one sword. We only need Wei Yuan alone."

"With that being said, let alone whether the coward Feng Chengxue would agree to this matter, but if we capture Wei Yuan, the cultivators in the mortal world are still unwilling to release my Demon King in the Demon Realm, wouldn't that be a waste of effort!"

Burning the sky continues to arrive.

"It's not in vain. There are seven supreme killing my soul realm in the mortal world and God. If we can kill the two lackeys around Wei Yuan's trip, there will be only five left. Even if the Yaochi Empress in the Immortal World doesn't love Wei Yuan, the mortal world would not dare to enter the demon world easily at that time. After all, there is still an immortal world staring at it. The group of monks in the underworld who have lived for countless years must also know the truth that the snipe and clam fight against fishermen will benefit."

Hearing this, Fen Tian nodded slightly, "What he said seems to make sense, but this matter is definitely not possible without a Chaos Demon Palace. You will make plans after you have asked the meaning of Fengchengxue. If even his coward dares to take a fight, I, Fen Tian, ​​will not be able to accompany you!"

Hearing this, the elder of Quantai immediately bowed to the end, "The Demon King of Burning Heaven is very wise, so I will immediately rush back to Quantai to report to my sect leader."

"Go."

On the other side, Wei Yuan had been in the Tower of Heaven for half a day. The roar of evil ghosts in the tower never stopped, but it seemed to be much calmer than the beginning. This also shocked Feng Chengxue. The roaring sound always existed, which means that Wei Yuan had never been swallowed by the ghosts in the tower, but gradually weakened. Could it be that this Immortal Lord was already strong enough to suppress the thousands of heroic spirits in the tower! This is too incredible, he is just the realm of the virtual realm.

In the tower, Wei Yuan was not as relaxed as they imagined. At this time, most of his swordsmanship was destroyed. After all, nearly a thousand souls of enlightenment rushed forward and tirelessly. Even if Wei Yuan's soul reached the pinnacle, there would be a cycle of replacement. This uninterrupted mobilization of the domain had already allowed him to enter the end of the strong bow. The fact that more than a dozen souls rushed into the domain had happened not once or twice. If it weren't for the endless huge vitality of the core of the life realm, he would have been dying at this moment, and even died here.

But even so, Wei Yuan's white robe was still covered in blood and dyed into a red robe. He sat upright in a pool of blood, and his mouth and nose could not stop bleeding.

His serious injury did not come entirely from the soul in the tower, but more because of his desperate devour. Although his soul had already reached the realm of transformation, he could not jump out of the heavenly way. Since he was both a soul that had attained enlightenment, if ordinary people swallowed one or two of them, they would have reached the extreme. If they dared to swallow it, there would be danger of soul bursting. At the very least, they would lose all their wisdom and become fools. At the worst, the soul sea would explode and end up with an incomplete corpse.

Wei Yuan's soul is naturally not comparable to ordinary people, but in the past half a day, he has swallowed up hundreds of souls of enlightenment, and the soul sea has almost been pushed to the extreme. If he insists on continuing, he will probably not be able to escape the fate of death.

After feeling that he had reached the extreme, Wei Yuan did not do those reckless men who put aside everything and only wanted to break the extreme, but began to enter into a meditation on the sixth floor of the tower where the evil ghosts roared.

When he entered into meditation, the countless sword lights in the Ten Thousand Sword Talismans map looked like a masterless soul, and there were signs of collapse in an instant.

But at this critical moment, the three thousand swords of sword energy were like spiritual intelligence, and thousands of small swords were scattered, leading the free sword energy to reconverge, resetting the sword formation around Wei Yuan, and line up all the ghosts and evil spirits who tried to take advantage of the situation.

The sword energy of the Dao Slaying Dao is originally the origin of Wei Yuan. After the last time it merged with Wei Yuan's blood, the wisdom contained in it was even raised several levels, which cannot be compared with the same.

Kill the Tao, kill the Tao! Even if the Dao of Heaven is not able to reach the peak, it is not something that these souls attain enlightenment can infect half of them.

Looking at Wei Yuan again, after entering into meditation, his soul entered an indescribable and ethereal state. The world was blank, and the only thing that existed in his eyes was a white jade bottle that was already covered with cracks.

The moment he saw the bottle, Wei Yuan knew that this was the true portrayal of his soul now.

Because he has devoured a large number of souls that have attained enlightenment but has not been completely digested and taken for himself, his soul is like this white jade bottle, which is almost burst.

Now there are only two ways to save his poor soul that is on the verge of collapse. One is to open the bottle plug, spit out the soul, and then spend a lot of effort to nourish and regulate his breathing for a long time, and perhaps he can slowly recover as before.

But would Wei Yuan do this?

Of course, he would not, so he chose the second method to use his current soul to impact the way of heaven. If he could break through, it would be the most powerful soul to break through the way of heaven. Even if he could not break through the way of heaven, he could use the heavenly tribulation that came down from the way of heaven to re-forge his soul and re-cast his soul.

Wei Yuan was not worried that his soul would die under the heavenly tribulation. After all, with the number of those souls he had devoured now, even the arrival of a hundred tribulations in the previous life might not be able to completely erase him. As long as a trace of it can be left behind, the spark can still burn a prairie fire.
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