Profound Dragon Warlord

Shen Longxuan's boring practice relied on these prayer words to relieve boredom. Among them, there was pain and joy, sadness and joy, but what made Shen Longxuan strange was that he even scolded him.

"Shen Longxuan, you are a bastard. You have been suppressed by you for so many years. I finally hope that you will die. I curse you will never survive. There will never be a day of rest. Hahaha ...

Moreover, those who scolded him were very powerful in their thoughts, and played a great role after being integrated into the soul. This only shows one thing. This person is really praying.

"This will do?"

Shen Longxuan felt crying and laughing, but he could not care about these things now, as long as he could recover quickly, whether he was scolded or not, he hoped that the more powerful his thoughts, the better.

He did not know that the outside world had passed for a full ten years, and now his thoughts were getting less and less. He knew that it must have been too long, so many people gave up hope for him.

If this lasts for a long time, someone will even forget him completely, and his thoughts will become less and less, which will directly lead to his recovery becoming slower and slower.

"That does not work!"

Shen Longxuan's soul can now move, and he decided to walk around. If he waited like this, I'm afraid that when Leng Sanniang remarried, he couldn't go back.

He looked towards the black and white Taiji mark under his feet. He once tried that as soon as he left the area covered by the Taiji mark, there was a cold breath that destroyed his soul.

Therefore, only by manipulating the movement of the Tai Chi mark, he can explore around, and he has the illusion that the Tai Chi mark under his feet has become much stronger than before.

"This is the power of my life and death, and I can definitely control it."

Having said that, in his current state of soul, it is also quite laborious to control, but fortunately it can be.

As he moved slowly, the surroundings were also illuminated by the soft light on the mark of Tai Chi. After a long absence, Shen Longxuan had rested countless times, but the space was like an end, and it was always dark.

He practiced while walking like this, although he found nothing, but during this time, his soul was once more powerful.

Now he can transform his original image. Of course, it is still a little unreal, but it is much stronger than the soul fire of the previous candle.

"This looks much more comfortable."

He kept walking in this space, in order to understand where he was.

Finally, one day, the scene in front of me changed, and here was no longer completely dark, but became gray, Shen Longxuan frowned.

"Gray space, does my soul drift to the underworld?"

He continued to move forward, slowly, the gray here completely replaced the darkness, although this gray did not help him much, but the Tai Chi Yin under his feet could actually be absorbed.

"Death! Sure enough, this is the underworld, but there is no such dark space in the underworld!"

When Shen Longxuan's avatar was in the underworld, he almost probed the entire underworld, except for a few Jedi he did not dare to set foot, other places are well known.

But even among those few Jedi, there was never such a huge dark space, which Shen Longxuan can definitely confirm.

The strength of Taijiyin made Shen Longxuan easier to control. Therefore, his speed became faster and faster, and he shuffled in the gray mist, making bursts of sound.

Although the number of people praying for him is gradually declining, the remaining people are persistent people, and their strong mentality, especially those who scold Shen Longxuan, has contributed a lot to him.

Therefore, his current soul strength has returned to the level of one ten thousandth of his life, and this level of soul can become his split soul to control the body of the puppet, so as long as he finds a suitable body, he can borrow Reborn.

Although the seizure will make him recover more quickly, he wants to refine a perfect body by himself. If it is really underworld, he knows the location of several treasure troves. If he is lucky, he relies on his existing soul power It is already possible to use advanced materials to refine the body.

But it is a pity that he has been flying in this gray space, but he has never been able to find any traces in his memory.

"Isn't this a special space in the underworld?"

Shen Longxuan stopped altogether. There is a soul-inducing technique in the soul of Dayan. There are endless souls in the underworld. As long as the soul is attracted, it proves that it is right in the underworld. Fast and powerful.

The soul here is not the soul of the reincarnation in the Stygian river, but the birth of the dead air in the underworld, there is no spiritual wisdom, cruel things.

This thing is a special product of the underworld, just like the monster on the Xuanlong Continent, so Shen Longxuan has no psychological pressure to practice with these things.

This kind of dead soul can not only help him recover, but also cultivate the power of life and death, the best of both worlds.

Shen Longxuan used Soul Technique, and immediately a gust of wind blew from the gray space, blowing away the gray mist around him, and a formation formed by a soul force that could not be seen by the naked eye was engraved in the space.

Shen Longxuan sat aside and waited quietly, just like fishing. The bait had been spilled, and he waited for the fish to hook. As time passed, Shen Longxuan felt a change.

A ghost slowly floated away from a distance. This kind of soul-inducing technique is not very useful for living people, but for dead souls, it is just like delicious food. They simply can't bear this temptation.

"It seems that it should be connected to the underworld, but it's just a long distance away."

Shen Longxuan used the days of his own soul technique to calculate the time. This ghost came here at least half a year later.

Because of the speed, if Shen Longxuan walks this distance, it will take about two months.

"With that, I can use the soul-drawing technique to determine the source and location of the dead soul, so that I can get out of this space."

Shen Longxuan swallowed this ghost with impoliteness. His soul is many times weaker than the original, but it is more than enough to deal with such ghosts.

The figure of Soul Power licked his lips, and he had a feeling of never ending. If he waits here, there will definitely be fish hooks, but he can't wait.

He flew out in the direction where the ghost came, and along the way, he saw that there was still a soul floating towards him, and he ate all of it.

The appearance of the dead soul is extremely ugly. If it is seen by ordinary people, it may be scared to death. Therefore, Shen Longxuan did not expect to eat such a disgusting thing one day, but also eat so delicious.

Things are unpredictable!

Shen Longxuan flew out very far, until the flying soul soul disappeared, he once again cast the soul-inducing technique, and began to sit down and practice again, when the dead soul spirit came, he began to hurry again.

As a result, after eating all the way, he finally found the boundary of this space, which can also be said to be an exit. In Shen Longxuan's view, this exit is more like a pipe, and I don't know where to go.

But just as he was about to fly into the pipeline, there was a breath that made him feel trembling in the depths of the space. The breath with strong resentment seemed to be hostile to everything in the world.

If Shen Longxuan is an entity, he will definitely feel cold hair, but as a soul, he feels more obvious, and this breath is also exuded from the soul.

"There is such a strong soul here, I am not an opponent." Shen Longxuan rushed into the channel without looking back, he wanted to leave here as quickly as possible.

But unimaginable, a horrible suction suddenly erupted from space, and countless dead souls suddenly poured into the channel, and they screamed in horror ...