Chapter 101 Punishment

Drunken and dreaming of death, this is a soul illusion. Xu Le's breath is deeply restrained and his soul is quiet. On the surface, he seems to have been tricked. In fact, in the sea of spiritual suffering, he is deduce the essence of this illusion with all his strength.

Although the power of the soul is weak now, his understanding of the soul is higher. In addition, how many soul fighting he has experienced is rich in experience, so he can still deal with this unexpected secret attack calmly.

In the boundless sea of bitterness, the mirror-like illusions are repeated, but the other party is confused by the humanoid monsters controlled by Xu Le, and his divine body hides aside to absorb the essence of deduction.

The more he understands, the faster his soul cultivation progresses. After a period of late practice, his soul path has returned to the peak of the later period of concentration. As long as the soul power of Lu Madman and others is transferred, he can advance to the quenching world anytime and anywhere.

However, the deeper the accumulation in each realm, the greater the benefits after the breakthrough, so he resists the impact of promotion.

When the silver-haired young man saw Xu Le's intoxicated appearance, the corners of his mouth couldn't help raising slightly and said disdainfully, "In those years, the love tyler only broke free after 18 breaths in my 'drunk life and death'. Your boy is more arrogant than him, but you don't know whether his talent is more evil than him?"

As time passed, Xu Le stood there for half an hour without moving, and his face changed with various rich expressions and couldn't extricate himself. Many disciples also gathered in the meritorious hall. Most of them stood aside in awe and saluted the silver-haired youth, and then observed Xu Le, among which there were some powerful martial arts masters.

The whisper gradually sounded, and an hour passed, and the disciples who were crowded in the hall shook their heads secretly. Xu Le's limelight was still far from the top disciple.

At this time, another red-haired man walked into the hall. The onlookers' disciples were scared to get out of the way and knelt down to salute. Even the silver-haired man's eyes condensed and hugged his fists and said, "When did Brother Tianyu come back from trial? Please forgive me if I missed the distance."

"Brother Fu Yi, do you still have my brother in your eyes? Xu Le is the first disciple of our Sacred Heart Church. Your practice of 'drunk life and dream death' can make people's souls degenerate and full of magic thoughts. What on earth do you mean?

Sage Fu Yi calmed down when he heard the question and said with a smile, "Since you are the chief disciple, you must have the corresponding strength and cultivation. If you can't even break free from my illusion, what qualifications are you to win the holy realm? Don't forget that soul practice in the immortal world is the real aristocrat.

"You used to be against me everywhere. I didn't expect that you were so narrow-minded that you didn't have the ability to deal with me to vent your disciples. Brother Fu, you are really getting more and more promising."

The saint Tianyu walked to Xu Le and raised his hand to pat him on the eyebrows, trying to wake him up. However, Saint Fu Yi snorted coldly, "He has been addicted to an hour, and his soul is full of magic. If he wakes him up at will, his magic will be deep, and his life will be completely ruined."

"What do you want?" A force is surging on the Tianyu saint's body. There is a torrent in his body, which never stops. His hair is burning like a fire, and the heat is vigorous.

"At the fourth level of the Holy Land, I didn't expect that the senior brother also broke through, but I'm afraid it's not appropriate to threaten by force."

The Fuyi saint also exudes the power in his body, and the source of power in his lower abdomen is endless, just like a huge dragon lurking.

The disciples in the meritorious hall were oppressed by the breath of saints. They were like carrying mountains on their backs, as if they were incinerated at any time on the crater.

"Remove his illusion, I won't care about you today. Otherwise, I will ring the bell of judgment and let the Presbyterian to deal with this matter.

sage Fu Yi clenched his fist, but then restrained his breath and said strangely, "Brother Tianyu, why do you have to be angry? I just punished him for his own good, so that he would not lose his heart of practice arrogantly. In this case, the little brother will release the illusion.

He stretched out his finger to Xu Le's eyebrows, and a spiritual energy poured into it.

"I haven't woken up yet."

There was no movement, and Xu Le showed no sign of waking up at all. The face of the saint Tianyu sank, and the eyes of the saint Fuyi changed slightly. He increased the input of soul energy, but the change rose sharply. His soul energy is like entering an endless black hole, in which there is an extremely terrible devouring power.

"No?"

As soon as the saint raised his hand, he flew out more than ten palm-sized charms. The runes on the surface walked with dragons and snakes, which were changeable and colorful.

Things changed so suddenly that it was too late for the Tianyu saint to rescue. He watched the dozens of spells explode and burn, and the power of those spells turned into a sword and flying arrow, attacking not only the human body but also the human soul.

Each charm is very powerful, and the saint actually hit more than ten at a time, which is to turn Xu Le into ashes.

The crackling crisp sounded, and gorgeous sparks bloomed out. Xu Le's body is tougher than metal, and those energy swords and arrows can't be broken at all. And the forces that attacked the spiritual bitter sea also disappeared and were swallowed up by some strange existence.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and even the Tianyu saint who was ready to do it hesitated.

Xu Le suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes emitted infinitely deep divine light, and the light was like stars. The breath of the whole person became unpredictable, like a fairy out of the mortal world.

He opened his five fingers and took the first two steps to grab the forehead of the saint, and roared like an ancient beast in his throat.

The saint Fu Yi screamed and weakened after only ten breaths. Then his face turned gray, his eyes turned white, and his body collapsed softly to the ground.

On the boundless sea of suffering, he licked his tongue endlessly, with a * smile on his face.

"Inheritor, what is the power of my move [the method of birth and destruction]? Unfortunately, my branding power has recovered less than one in ten thousand, otherwise his soul would have been sucked out and swallowed in one bite.

Xu Le quietly spread a wisp of mental fluctuation: "Will you put me in a desperate situation?"

"Well, there is no perverted figure behind that evil genius. Inheritor, you have already have the combat power of saints when you are at level 9 of quenching. When you advance to level 10 of quenching, some saints in the first level of the sanctuary, or even the second level of the sanctuary may not be your opponent. So even if I don't take action, people with intentions will take action against you. There is no such thing as shame in the immortal world, only stronger. However, you should keep in mind that martial arts practice can easily bring strong combat power, but soul practice can increase the source of life and make your longevity longer.

There is hope to live!

"The three-flavored real fire you refined can help you advance to martial arts faster. When your soul is promoted to the quenching realm again, I can quench the fire for you. The more your mind changes, the deeper the accumulation, the more terrible the power it brings. Moreover, after being promoted to the spiritual realm, the power of martial arts will gradually weaken and be replaced by the law of heaven.

Xu Le is a little puzzled.

For example, the five elements in heaven and earth, yin and yang, light and darkness, wind and thunder, etc. all belong to the scope of the law. For example, if you understand the power of the law of water, you can raise your hand to move the clouds and rain. You have understood the power of the law of light and darkness, and that moment can turn the day and night upside down. Understand the power of the law of yin and yang, which can regenerate dead wood, turn vitality into death and so on. All of these need to be understood and deduced by the soul. If your soul is not strong, how can you be qualified to understand the way of heaven?

Without infinite emotion, "Inheritor, you still have a long way to go. After the pupils of your kings condense, your road will be better." After saying that, he turned around and walked into the stone sword silently.

Xu Le returned to his throne and saw the saint Fu Yi fall to the ground like a dead dog. He looked at Xu Le with a godless look, full of horror.

The saint of the hall has such a tragic end, even if the martial arts power is weak at this moment. Because his soul can't control the body, how can he display the power of martial arts? Xu Le finally understood the words of the seventh master, and soul practice was the best strategy.

The corners of Saint Fu Yi's mouth twitched a few times and gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to say a word.

The Tianyu saint was also dumbfounded, and a cold current rose in his heart. A small fairy gate may not have a saint for decades or even a hundred years. Daxianmen such as Canghai Xianmen have also been promoted up to three or four in a hundred years. Every time a saint appears, he has to open an altar to offer sacrifices to heaven and invite forces from all sides to watch the ceremony.

What is more rare is whether he is a saint or a soul practitioner, and he is a strong man with a high level. The soul quenching divine realm, how difficult it is to break through, but such a person is lying on the ground like a dog at this time, and the soul cultivation is strangled in the cradle.

Is this Xu Le's own method, or is there a master behind him secretly helping him?

The more Tianyu saint thinks about it, the more shocked he is. He doesn't know whether it is a blessing or a curse to have such disciples in the Sacred Heart Church.

"Bold Xu Le, what magic skills have you practiced, what despicable and shameless means have you used, and secretly hit the meritorious elders. This is a desphemer of the majesty of my Canghai Xianmen, a provocation to the prestige of all saints, and an intolerable and unforgivable death crime of Xianmen."

Sage Xing Nie walked out of the hall murderously. The two middle-aged women beside him were also the ancestors of saints. The three did not have a good face. As soon as they entered the door, they locked Xu Le.

"Heavenly feather saint, Xu Le openly used magic methods to plot against our immortal saint. His strength is extremely strange and unreasonable. There must be a demon saint behind his back. We must take him back for strict interrogation, and we must also find out the matter. If he really colludes with the devil, he will definitely be sent to the beheading platform.

Sage Xing Nie's tone is stern and unquestionable, and he has characterized this matter as related to the magic.