Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Boom!

When the Blue Dragon Totem ended completely on the ground, the world suddenly became quiet.

The horrific dragon underground was suppressed by the whole, and the horrific dragon roar stopped.

The underground dragon city surrounded by fire, at this time, gradually extinguished.

Xiao Chen landed, feeling powerless, all energy and true yuan, all consumed emptiness.

In order to bury the Green Dragon Totem on the ground, it can be said that all efforts have been made.

Until I thought about it, Xiao Chen Pan fell on his knees, took out two Zhongpin Lingyu jade, and closed his eyes to run the purple Thunder Resolutions.

“What's your name, junior? ”

Xiao Chen, who was nervously recovering his strength, once again appeared in his mind that heavy voice, the original owner of the fire of the Phantom.

“In the morning of Xiao. ”

“Shaw? It seems that there is no such thing as the Xiao Clan of the Eight Big Clans of the Green Dragons. However, it doesn't matter, Xiao Chen, I don't have many days. The fire of the Void God can only be passed on to you. ”

Xiao Chen's heart burst with waves and he couldn't bear to tell each other that he was now the only one left in the Green Dragon pulse.

A moment of silence, he said softly: "Is there no other way? Since the blasphemous fire is not extinguished, can I find a shell for my predecessors to resurrect? ”

“It is too late, my fire is too weak, my soul will is only cruel, I cannot succeed in seizing it. Besides, I have no desire to continue living, no need to ask for it. ”

The voice of the Blasphemous Fire is intermittent, showing its state, very incomplete.

Xiao Chen was silent and didn't know how to say it for a while.

“Don't be sad, I've lived long enough, you remember. Within a hundred years, the Black Dragon King will surely be born. This Blue Dragon Totem is only the last resort, unable to trap the Black Dragon King. Unfortunately, unfortunately... at the end of the day, it failed the Bloody Dragon Emperor's entrustment...”

The voice of the Blasphemous Fire begins to weaken and fade away gradually.

“Senpai, Senpai...”

No matter how Xiao Chen called in his mind, the voice never appeared again, making Xiao Chen sigh for a moment.

Wow

Suddenly, Xiao Chen's mind poured out many memories that did not belong to him.

It was the master of the fire of the idols, the story of life, many images, like movies, intermittent, flashing in their minds.

Because it's just a cruelty, and all sorts of memories and information are rather fragmented.

After half a bang, Xiao Chen only sorted out some ideas and gained a general understanding of the Black Dragon King's history.

There has never been a Black Dragon in the history of the Dragon Clan, and there is no Black Dragon in the Seven Colored Dragons.

The Black Dragon King was a natural alien, and on the day of his birth, there were all sorts of terrible omens.

When he grew up, he grew stronger and stronger, almost against the sky, and soon surpassed many of the Dragon Nation's elderly masters.

He called himself the Reincarnation of the Dragon God, killed with an iron wrist, took the position of Dragon Emperor, and was called Black Dragon King by the outside world.

Later sealed by the dragon clan's hidden masters, but they are almost immortal, and can break the seal at the end of each time.

Every time it appears, the dragons will rise up in bloody rain and foul winds, causing catastrophes.

The last time, it was sealed by the Dragon Emperor himself, and then repressed by a dragon's master of the fictional realm, with his own fire.

Neha, to this day, the seal effect has diminished.

The blasphemous fire will be extinguished and it will find an opportunity, if not for Xiao Chen's coincidence.

It doesn't take a hundred years, just now, to succeed.

Xiao Chenton felt afraid after a while, if he had just been himself, he could not seal the totem into the ground.

The birth of the Black Dragon King was not only a death, but also an unpredictable disaster.

At the same time, he also sorted out how to inherit the Fire of the Void God.

The fire of the Phantom, though about to burn out, can contain energy, for him today, is still heavenly.

Think of it as far away as just absorbing magic, and strength expands to palpitations.

The fire of the Void God is certainly no different.

However, Xiao Chen, unlike him, would not forcibly refine and suddenly raise his strength.

Martial arts, where is the shortcut?

Look at how far away we are, human beings are not ghosts, and that's the best lesson.

With its talent, it is really a pity not to be so aggressive at all, to abandon the Buddhist monster.

Beyond the misconception, Xiao Chen began to follow some methods of sorting out, slowly receiving the inheritance of the fire of the phantom.

Eyebrows, that bright flame imprint, slowly dimmed.

Wow!

The energy contained in the Blasphemous Fire, a little absorbed by the flesh, Yuantan, and his own soul, is boiling all over his body and down.

The energy it contains is not a mere true element, or energy, or soul power, but all of it, and there is one most important divine authority.

With inherited natural absorption, Xiao Chen's cultivation, is growing rapidly.

He had a little light on him, and in the dark dragon city, he looked like a firefly, especially beautiful.

This is Xiao Chen, deliberately dispersed.

He was not as greedy as he really was. If he absorbed all the energy of the Blasphemy Fire, his breakthrough was not a problem.

But that's not necessary. The roots are unstable. It's easy to exorcise.

Everything has to be under your control.

Half an hour later, Xiao Chenshu took the early days of Dayuan Dan and rose to the late Dayuan Dan before stopping. He was one step away from the peak.

It's not over yet, when the energy represents the real element, after the inheritance ends.

The energy, representing the power of the soul, continues to be inherited, a strand of pure power of the soul, flying towards the depths of the sea of knowledge that Xiao Chen had never explored.

Are we going to the soul pool?

Xiao Chen couldn't help but be curious. As Brother Ye Feng had said before, he had already condensed out the pool of souls that Xingjun could awaken.

But because of his limited strength, he couldn't find out.

This time, it may be an opportunity.

Consciousness is wrapped around this strand of pure soul power, a little deeper into the sea.

A moment later, Xiao Chen saw a little light in this pitch-black restricted area.

That's the soul pool.

There is still time for a closer look in the future, Xiao Chen's trance entered with pure soul power.

The soul pool is vast and boundless.

A vast pool of souls, hazy and confused. In the center of the Soul Pool, the Soul Power from the Blasphemous Fire flies toward a gleam of light.

That glitter is what the ordinary people call the Three Souls Seven Points. The will of the so-called soul is the Seven Spirits of the Three Souls, combined with the practice of cultivating the power of the soul, concentrated.

The Great Thousand Worlds, any living spirit, whether demonic or vicious, will have three souls and seven spirits.

To cultivate to the high level, all three souls concentrate, cultivate the power of the soul, and derive the soul will.

With the influx of countless powers of the soul, the brighter the glow, the brighter the invention.

Xiao Chen clearly felt that his three souls were strengthening.

The pool of souls, vast, vast and lost. In fact, the vastness of the soul pool, far beyond man's imagination, is the most mysterious part of the human body.

In the far east of the soul pool, where Xiao Chen can't feel it, there is a mysterious tombstone.

The tombstone rose with an ancient aura and powerful writing on the heavenly dome.

After the heavenly tombstone, there seemed to be a heap of graves, not knowing what was buried.

However, Xiao Chen entered by coincidence, his consciousness was weak, everything he saw was dull, and he could not see the eastern tombstone of this remote place.

Until the Soul Power of the Blasphemous Fire is accepted by Xiao Chen.

The center of the soul pool represents a group of three souls, spinning constantly, from which countless stars and glows fall.

A moment later, the stars lit up and filled this pool of souls.

The light group stopped spinning, condensed into a green dragon seal that emitted a terrible dragon power.

Xiao Chen's consciousness withdrew, his eyes opened violently, and the stars flashed in his eyes.

All floating dust, all forbidden.

At this moment, as if everything in the world, is life or death, all in its midst.

Soul will, he accepts the spiritual inheritance of this blasphemous fire, and directly condenses the soul will.

Boom!

Xiao Chen's heart moved and the dragon imprint in the soul pool burst out an eye-catching light. Everything in front of him was counted as dust.

Silent, fearless and astonishing.