"This..." Zhao Wuji didn't know what to say, but he wouldn't want the cultivation level he got. After all, he also needed to make rapid progress in order to save Xue Yueqing: "Then I won't refuse. Wuji will do his best to the future of the Soul Clan."

"With your words, I feel much more at ease. If you don't miss it, you will definitely do it." Hun Miesheng nodded with relief: "Fengshui turns around. Three hundred years ago, the Xiao clan rose. This time it's my soul clan."

soon.

Zhao Wuji entered the Seventy-Two Snow Caves with the Soul Death.

From the outside, there are many cave entrances, but in fact there is a unique cave heaven here, a huge space, and there is something like an altar in the center, which is very mysterious!

A dark black rotten wood truss actually grew leaves at the top of the altar. If I had known that in the north, it would be winter and spring, summer and autumn.

"It's so wonderful...hahahaha!" When Hun Miesheng saw the rotten wood grow new leaves, his old eyes suddenly shined and bursts of light: "The dead wood meets spring, which means that my soul clan is new!"

As he spoke, Hun Miesheng suddenly looked at Zhao Wuji on the side, and his excitement was unconcealed.

"What? Didn't you before?" Zhao Wuji asked.

"Yes, it didn't have a second ago. Today you come, and it will produce new leaves, hahaha! You are indeed the savior of my soul clan!" Hun Miesheng was extremely excited. This time he did a big thing for the soul clan! It was enough to shine the clan!

"This is too exaggerated..." Zhao Wuji saw Hun Miesheng's smile and looked a little ferocious, and his heart suddenly felt a little shocked.

"Sorry, I'm scared to you, I'm losing my composure." Hun Miesheng also found that he was too excited and damaged his makeup. He immediately took a deep breath to calm his heart and said, "I'm going to start preaching the Dharma to you now!"

Swish!

I saw that the dragon stick in Hun Misheng's hand shot towards one side, and then inserted a small hole into the ice wall, as if it was a formation prepared in advance.

In fact, that's exactly the case.

Buzz!

The dragon stick entered the ice, and a pattern suddenly rose on the ground of the snow cave, with a ray of light shining! An inexplicable force arose.

"Go to the center of the formation to meditate and practice in your normal way." Soul Destruction and Birth.

Zhao Wuji did not hesitate and went to the center of the formation.

Swish swish swish swish!

Widths of spiritual energy in the world suddenly poured over toward Zhao Wuji's body.

"No matter what happens for a while, remember not to interrupt your practice, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted." Hun Miesheng said solemnly.

"I understand." Zhao Wuji nodded.

As time goes by, the mysterious light has become more and more dazzling, and the spiritual energy is many times more intense. This formation is not a spirit gathering array, and this place is not a terrain. This huge spiritual energy naturally comes from the soul destruction and birth.

It seems that although Hun Miesheng was a villain in the past, he has no intention of attacking him now. I think he really wants to pass on his cultivation to Zhao Wuji.

After all, the soul clan also needs a genius to get into trouble. Now that their son and granddaughter are not as good as they are, the grandson-in-law in front of him is the only hope.

Time passes by little by little.

Half a month has passed.

Soul Mishen in the Snow Cave still maintained the operation of the formation, and its hair gradually changed from black to white hair.

The sword energy also had some wrinkles at this moment.

During this period, Zhao Wuji had a little doubt in his heart, and took a sneak peek, and then he was relieved to accept his cultivation power without any threat of taking over the body.

Now half a month has passed, he has broken through to the Five Star Dou Zun himself.

The Nine Stars Dou Zun of Lihun Die and Birth are not much different.

In another three or five days, you can transform all the cultivation levels of Soul Destruction and Life into your own.

Time slipped away quietly again.

Soon, the vitality of the Soul Destruction and Life is about to end, and the light of the maintained magic array gradually fades. With a last sound, the light of the formation completely disappears.

Plop!

Hun Misheng was slightly panting, sweating heavily, kneeled down on one knee, and almost fell to the ground.

chant!

Zhao Wuji's cultivation level is the Eight Star Dou Zun!

At this moment, I flashed to Hun Miesheng and helped him up, feeling a little ashamed: "You old..."

"Child, you don't need mercy to me..." Hun Miesheng's old eyes gradually lost its luster. He recalled his past when he was young, full of sins, but he didn't feel regretful, because it was all for the revival of the soul clan: "Three hundred years ago, he was the lord of the Soul Palace, and he killed too many sins, and he knew that he was seriously guilty. Now this result has been considered a lighter retribution for God."

"Everyone has a different position. The only one who is ruined is the Soul Heaven Emperor, not you." Zhao Wuji said: "The Soul Heaven Emperor even sacrificed his own tribe members in the end. This is his biggest mistake. Two-thirds of the Soul Heaven members died in his blood pool."

"Child, your three views are correct, and the old patriarch is indeed a bit bad. I have to admit this. However, although it is bad, as long as he succeeds, the people who survive the Soul Clan will benefit a lot. This is probably the reason why he wants to give it a try." Hun Mie said in a weak and angry voice.

Zhao Wuji didn't expect that Soul Destruction and Life and Death would still have to speak for the Soul Heaven Emperor: "I don't comment on you, but he is definitely not a good person. You gave me this kind of cultivation. I, Zhao Wuji, have a lot of words, do you want me to become the second Soul Heaven Emperor?"

"No." Hun Miesheng shook his head: "The reputation of the Soul Clan has been infamous for thousands of years because of his ancestors. I am old... I hope you can revive the Soul Clan and revive the prestige of the ancient family."

"Okay." Zhao Wuji Ning pointed at her head without any joke: "I will definitely fulfill your wish!"

"You will definitely become a great man, so I still can't let go of something." Hun Miesheng's old eyes struggled and closed it so quickly, staring at Zhao Wuji: "I saw his microcosm in you... If the ancestor broke the seal and appeared again, he would still waste the lives of his family as he did three hundred years ago, be sure to... ask him to ascend to heaven!"

After speaking, Hun Miesheng's eyes lost their luster, and his dry palm tightly held Zhao Wuji's sleeve. It can be seen that although he had just spoken for the Soul Heaven Emperor, he was still somewhat resentful about the three hundred years of sacrifice to the tribe!

Hun Misheng spent his whole life contributing to the Soul Clan, but the Soul Heaven Emperor finally sacrificed most of the clan members. He had no idea that the blood pool would be like that, otherwise he would not have planned a plan for the Soul Heaven Emperor!

Zhao Wuji looked at the old man with a breathless white hair, felt a little bit candle, and slowly closed his eyes. The life of soul death ended with being closed.

"I have worked hard for the Soul Clan all my life, and it's time to rest, rest in peace." Zhao Wuji lit up the homemade Awakening Medicine King cigarette.

Finally, after Zhao Wuji finished sucking, he left the body of Hun Misheng in the seventy-two snow caves, and waved his hand and turned a Dou Qi into a sword light.

Rumble!
Chapter completed!