War God Asura

"boom"

Suddenly, Xing Jue's closed eyes suddenly opened, and at the same time, dark soul power emerged from his body. At this moment, Xing Jue's body began to slowly rise, and his breath suddenly reached high. The level of Wuzong of Xiu Luo.

"The emperor rank soul is really extraordinary, my soul exploded and finally restored its true power."

Xing Jue both grasped his fists and spread them out slowly. Jun Lang's face was full of joy. Now he is not only a middle-level Asura Wuzong, but with his soul burst, he can instantly reach a high-level Asura Wuzong, and all of this All because of the strengthening of his soul.

If you ask how strong the soul power of Xing Jue is today, then you can make a simple comparison to make it clear that soul power is divided into soldiers, generals, kings, emperors, emperors, and gods.

Ordinary people are just general-level souls. Even Shura Wuzun is mostly king-level souls, but Xingjue is now an emperor-level soul. Such soul strength is enough to maximize his Soul Eater art, not to mention the same level. There is no rival among them, even if Shura Wuzun, Xing Jue is sure to fight.

Moreover, the effects of the ten soul orbs did not stop there. Although they could not directly break through to the high-level Asura Wuzong, there was already a large amount of Asura power accumulated in the body. Xing Jue believed that another breakthrough would not be far.

"Xing Jue! Xing Jue! Xing Jue..."

As soon as Xing Jue came out of the Soul Devouring Order, when he returned to the room, he heard loud and familiar voices, shouting constantly outside his door.

"Squeak~"

"Big brother, when is it, why are you sleeping like this?"

As soon as Xing Jue opened the door, a figure rushed into Xing Jue's room with lightning speed and hurriedly closed the door, and this was Han Feng.

It's just that at this moment, Han Feng is not only disheveled, but also sweating profusely. There are traces of a woman's kiss on his chest and his face is panting with panic.

"Master Han Feng"

"Young Master Han Feng"

"Where are you? It was so hard for the slaves to find you."

Seeing Han Feng's appearance, Xing Jue wanted to ask what happened, but at this moment, there were waves of women's calls outside the palace. Looking at Han Feng at this moment, Xing Jue was already clear. Could not help but set off a teasing smile.

"I said, Brother Xing Jue, don't laugh, let's go quickly, I will die here if I don't leave." Han Feng cast his pleading gaze on Xing Jue, and kept begging for mercy with both hands.

For three full months, Han Feng hadn't practiced for a day. It was not that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't get away from the group of women.

Three months of drunken life and death, from the beginning of enjoyment to today's suffering, Han Feng really can't wait to leave here, and vowed that he will not touch a woman within a year.

As for Xingjue, now that he is done, he is thinking of leaving here, because as far as Xingjue knows, Guiyinfeng's annual appraisal of true disciples should be about to begin.

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