The Ancient Vast Realm

Feng Xuan held the soul fire emitting faint green light with one hand, and suddenly looked towards the sky above the bronze space. As he waved his hand, little blue light points gathered from all directions in the bronze space. Under Feng Xuan's control, it turned out that Slowly integrated into this group of blue soul fire.

Feng Xuan looked at the soul fire growing under these blue light spots, and the excitement in his heart was simply indescribable.

"Sure enough, although the bronze space will swallow all external souls, the souls born in the bronze space itself will not be swallowed and rejected by it."

Feng Xuan looked at the green ghost soul fire that had grown to the size of a human head with bright eyes, and felt that he seemed to have found another use for the soul essence of the bronze space in his heart.

Until now, except when the soul has not been hunted, in the bronze space, the soul essence Feng Xuan extracted can hardly find many other uses except for strengthening one's own soul. It is only used to derive skills. Fa Fengxuan felt it was too wasteful.

However, the speed at which his own soul absorbs soul essence has never been controllable by himself. He can only passively endure it. It seems that the degree of absorption has always been under the control of the Bronze Space.

It's just that Feng Xuan has a strange feeling recently. It seems that he is absorbing soul essence faster and faster. If the speed of his soul absorption was only a small river before, it is now at least three times wider, but Feng Xuan Xuan didn't know the reason. When he asked about the ancient bronze scroll, the other party kept pretending to be dead and ignored him at all.

Feng Xuan only felt that he had forgotten something very important, but he could not remember it. Naturally, Feng Xuan had some vague guesses about this. Who could influence him so silently, besides But there are no others in the Bronze Ancient Scroll.

The more he practiced, the feeling in Feng Xuan's heart about the ancient bronze scroll became more and more complex while relying on it. Although Feng Xuan didn't know whether the ancient bronze scroll was good or bad for his future, he did know that if there was no bronze, Ancient scrolls, perhaps he should have been buried in that unknown wilderness many years ago.

Suddenly, the Green Nether Soul Fire in front of Feng Xuan, which had grown to a diameter of half a meter, began to tremble inexplicably. At the same time, Feng Xuan also felt a painful feeling coming from the Green Nether Soul Fire from the brand.

Feng Xuan was shocked and quickly interrupted the infusion of the soul essence in the soul fire. After this investigation, he was shocked to find that the soul essence he had just input into it also contained at least 10 aerial realm desolate beasts. The sum of souls.

Feng Xuan carefully held up the soul fire and carefully sensed its state. Only then did he realize that it was due to his own carelessness that it was probably overstretched.

"At this time, I'm afraid I don't know when we can wait until the next enhancement."

Feng Xuan looked thoughtfully at the almost motionless soul fire in his hand, feeling a little regretful.

Today, Feng Xuan has not counted how many souls he has for a long time, but when he looks at the countless bound souls in the misty air outside the bronze space, he is too lazy to count them anymore.

Feng Xuan only knows that as long as he does not display the realm of heaven and man without any scruples, he does not have to worry about the number of souls for the time being.

In the Dayan Monument, Feng Xuan has already begun to deduce the Liufeng Wuying footwork of the middle-grade sea level to the high-grade sea level, but this time is extremely long, but Feng Xuan is not in a hurry about this. Now, even if he is a middle-grade sea-level Liufeng Shadowless Step, he has not yet reached a great level of cultivation, so he is not in a hurry at all.

Originally, Feng Xuan thought that with the huge amount of soul essence in his hand, he could feed the soul fire of this corpse puppet to an extremely powerful state, but now looking at its appearance, although its size is huge, it is only equal to It’s just the soul strength of a wild beast in the middle stage of the Sky Control Realm.

"It seems that even if the soul essence is extremely pure, it is impossible to reach the sky in one step. Unless there are other opportunities, I am afraid that this corpse puppet will not be able to be strengthened in the next few years."

General Feng Xuan was almost unable to move in his hands, and quietly settled the soul fire of the corpse puppet before pressing it into his body again, and he disappeared on top of the opponent's head again.

"It seems that the Fengming Flower is no longer useful."

Feng Xuan took a palm-sized Youhua, looked at it and said helplessly to himself.

The function of this thing is to protect the young soul fires that have just been born, so as to prevent the soul fires from being blown out by a random gust of evil wind. But now, judging from the power of the corpse puppet's soul fire, it is probably of no use at all. opportunity.

In the secret room

Feng Xuan opened his eyes, a look of deep exhaustion flashed in his eyes.

He had forgotten how long he had not rested. He was busy dissecting and studying the body and strength of the corpse-eating troll, and then went through the complicated refining process in the bronze space in a conscious state. Now, even with the strength of his soul, I felt powerful and suddenly felt waves of fatigue coming over me.

Just when Feng Xuan's eyelids were gradually lowered and his consciousness was dying, for some reason, he seemed to see a thick rolling gray fog as if he wanted to escape somewhere.

"This gray fog? It looks familiar..."

...

"The Ruins of Star Domain No. 32 are open?"

In the courtyard, beside the stone table, Feng Xuan looked at Yinfeng with a frown.

"That's right, boss, it's the ruins of Star Territory No. 32. This is a ruins area where star ruins gather outside the Sky Demon War City. It has existed for many years. Now it is this silent star. When the domain ruins are opened again, if we can find one or two star cores or some star remnant souls, then everything will be worth it."

Yinfeng looked at Feng Xuan with burning eyes, waiting for his reply.

"But......"

Feng Xuan shook his head, looking a little hesitant.

"Boss, wealth can be found in danger. If you have enough star remnant souls, you can break through to the giant spirit realm as quickly as possible. There is never an absolutely safe place in the sky demon battlefield."

Yinfeng looked at Fengxuan and said very seriously.

For a long time, Yinfeng felt that Feng Xuan was good at everything, but he was a little too cautious. It seemed that he would not do anything without being completely sure about it. However, for a martial arts monk, this was a bit behind. Inferior.

Hearing Yinfeng's words, Feng Xuan looked startled, and then understood the meaning of Yinfeng's words.

"Do Yue Ling and the others also have the same opinion?"

Feng Xuan was silent for a long time, and then asked Yin Feng.

"Yes, every time the ruins of the Star Territory are opened, it is a grand event. It is also an opportunity to change one's fate against the odds. It is worth fighting for every monk."