Chapter 136 Inheritance

"Senior, I don't know what your cultivation is?"

"Me?" Dayan Zhenjun looked a little lonely. "Soul saint, if it hadn't been for the frame of the wheel method, I would have peeped through the way of heaven now. The earth is so big that I can go anywhere."

What kind of cultivation does the soul saint have? Zhao Haoran couldn't figure it out for a moment. He had only heard of the Sun Soul, and he hadn't thought about it.

seemed to see Zhao Haoran's doubts. Dayan Zhenjun explained, "After the cultivation reaches the three-day soul, turn the yuan into one, refine the soul into a pearl, and finally reach the cultivation of the soul saint. I have never been to the top, so naturally I can't talk to you."

Zhao Haoran was also confused when he heard it. These things are too far away from him, so he can only reluctantly write them down, which will definitely be useful in the future.

"Senior, I got a lot of benefits along the way and refined those days. Thank you for your kindness, but on the one's, I can't find the person called the wheel method, and on the other, my cultivation is too poor, and I'm really powerless."

Dayan Zhenjun nodded with satisfaction, "I have seen all your performances. That little bit of innocence is nothing. As long as you are willing to agree to me, I have been waiting for so many years, and I am not in a hurry."

Zhao Haoran bowed respectfully, "It is duty-bound."

Dayan Zhenjun can hear the sincerity in Zhao Haoran's words, and this heartfelt thing can't be fake.

"Okay, you inadvertently practiced my fire, which is also a great fate. Now it's my fire city again. Since you promised me to kill the wheel method, the aura I have cultivated over thousands of years belongs to you, so that you can improve your strength faster."

While Dayan Zhenjun spoke, Zhao Haoran only felt that his eyes were as sharp as a sharp knife, which stabbed into his mind, and it was too late to avoid it.

I don't know how long it took, maybe for a moment, maybe for decades, Zhao Haoran found that there were many more things in his mind, with a splitting headache and staggering to stand unsteadily.

The remnant soul of Dayan Zhenjun looks more illusory, as if it will disappear at any time. "I have injected my cultivation experience over the years into your mind, and I can naturally open it when my cultivation is enough. I hope it will be helpful to you."

Zhao Haoran patted his head, which was really unimaginable. The strength of the soul saint was unfathomable.

As long as he knew the cultivation experience, it was very difficult to convey it to others. Unexpectedly, Dayan Zhenjun could transfer all his cultivation experience to Zhao Haoran, but these things were too huge. Zhao Haoran knew that it could not be digested at all in a short time.

"Thank you very much, senior." Zhao Haoran worshipped again. Although the behavior between the two was just a deal, he was still very grateful.

Dayan Zhenjun stretched out a bracelet and appeared in front of Zhao Haoran's eyes. "With it, there is a smell of wheel on it. If it is close to you three feet, you will naturally feel something."

Zhao Haoran nodded. This bracelet is quite aura. After wearing it, it automatically gathers aura, which is also good for cultivation.

"Well, the next step is the last step. You step back."

Zhao Haoran didn't understand what Dayan Zhenjun wanted to do, but he still obediently retreated more than ten feet.

Dayan Zhenjun's fingers began to pinch the magic formula. Zhao Haoran couldn't guess how strong the soul saint's cultivation was, but the aura fluctuation of the soul art was really too strong.

is just a starting style, which has caused a riot of the aura of heaven and earth. With Dayan Zhenjun's body as the core, the nearby area has become a place where the aura is overflowing, which is thousands of times higher than that of the outside world.

Such aura density is no longer a good place for cultivation. It has become a poison. Ordinary souls will burst when they enter this place.

As Dayan Zhenjun's fingers changed faster and faster, Zhao Haoran couldn't help retreating. He has been looking for a place that is the most suitable for him. Such an opportunity is rare in a thousand years, and the cultivation that can find the most suitable place for cultivation is equivalent to at least a year's hard work.

However, this position has been changing, and Zhao Haoran has to retreat and look for it.

After about half a column of incense, Dayan Zhenjun's fingers stopped the magic formula. It seemed that the soul skill had been completed. The time of half-pillar incense pinched the magic formula, and it was also a soul saint. Is it possible to achieve only the effect of gathering aura?

Just after thinking about it, Zhao Haoran saw the fog in all directions rushing in the direction of Dayan Zhenjun like crazy.

At this time, Zhao Haoran understood the meaning of what Dayan Zhenjun said about the thousand years of cultivation, but this fog is extremely difficult to absorb, and so many, I'm afraid that it only takes a few breaths to burst Zhao Haoran.

Obviously, his worries are superfluous. Isn't Dayan Zhenjun a person without vision? Zhao Haoran knows what he knows.

These fogs were not called to be directly absorbed by Zhao Haoran at all, but gathered around Dayan Zhenjun himself.

It lasted for a day and a night to stop. It is really inconceivable how vast the soul power of Dayan Zhenjun's thousand years of cultivation should be.

"Come in." Dayan Zhenjun's voice became weak.

Zhao Haoran went in and took a look, and his young face seemed to be much older all of a sudden. "Senior, how are you?"

Dayan Zhenjun smiled calmly and said, "Dead people, what's the difference between good and bad? Get closer and I will give you all these soul power."

Zhao Haoran saw that Dayan Zhenjun held a foggy aura in his hand, which was a little similar to the fog outside. Is it possible that thousands of years of cultivation is in it?

Dayan Zhenjun didn't say much. He just waved his hand. The fog went in along Zhao Haoran's chest and began to rotate around the martial soul. "It's done. I should be relieved."

Zhao Haoran explored carefully that this fog is like a spiritual eye, releasing endless aura, and I don't know how much soul power the soul saint has absorbed for thousands of years.

Dayan Zhenjun looked up at the folding fan and said to Zhao Haoran, "When you have absorbed my thousand-year soul power, your strength should be able to deal with that round of magic. This folding fan is my previous magic weapon. I hope you are predestined to treat it well."

The folding fan suddenly glowed red and jumped in front of Dayan Zhenjun, who seemed to be telling something.

Dayan Zhenjun sighed bitterly, "That's all. Just go quickly. I'm afraid I can't keep such a strong aura storm. I wanted you to take away the folding fan, but I didn't expect that he would be happy to leave it and bury with me."

The folding fan stopped and lay in Dayan Zhenjun's arms, motionless.

Zhao Haoran knelt on the ground and said, "You are half of my master. You are worshipped by me."

He kowtowed three times, and Dayan Zhenjun waved his hand. Zhao Haoran's body was not controlled at all. He only saw that his face was very peaceful, and then his whole body fell outside the mountain.

The middle finger peak began to collapse, and the remaining four peaks also began to collapse. The huge rocks rolled down. Zhao Haoran worshipped the peak again. The folding fan was still so affectionate, and the era of Dayan Zhenjun came to an end.

The little beast is still asleep, and what happens around it seems to have nothing to do with it.

Zhao Haoran couldn't help laughing when he looked at the appearance of the little beast. If only he could look like it. He was not surprised and didn't have to think about anything. He was a little disappointed that he forgot to ask Dayan Zhenjun what kind of spirit beast this little beast was.

However, these are no longer important. Zhao Haoran set up a hot wheel and flew towards the distance.

What happened? Jiaye has found all this since the fog began to change strangely. He was afraid that something would happen, but it seemed to be developing as he hoped.

The fog slowly disappeared. One day and one night, a very high mountain suddenly appeared in front of him. There was a vague feeling in Jiaye that this matter must be related to Zhao Haoran.

Before he finished thinking about it, he found that the mountain suddenly began to collapse and collapsed for several hours before stopping. Jiaye fixed his eyes and saw that the spirit beasts that had originally lived in the fog may not be adapted to the fog-free environment. All of them died, and the last obstacle that hindered him disappeared.

Jiaye's smile at this time looked more real, and he stepped under his feet and walked towards the depths.