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The power of the soul is the original power contained in the soul of the living beings. The soul of every living being is composed of the power of the source. Zhang Qian, who has crystallized his soul, deeply understands this.
Witnessing the long rivers of spiritual origin above the clouds, his heart trembled and he took a deep breath.
The innumerable long rivers of soul origin are all condensed from the soul origin of countless creatures. At this moment, the Land of Nine Nethernesses seems to have become a huge melting pot for soul refining.
It kept absorbing the souls of the dead creatures in the prehistoric world, and then suppressed countless souls in the Nine Netherlands, continuously absorbing the origin contained in these souls, and countless copies of the origin of the souls rose above the clouds, and then gathered into one after another The source of the long river!
Zhang Gan didn't feel sorry for those souls absorbed into the Nine Nether Lands, because after the death of the prehistoric creatures, even if the souls didn't come to the Nine Nether Lands, they would still enter the sea of ??blood, and the fate would only be worse.
"Who did this?"
At this moment, Zhang Gan was only left with endless curiosity. He recalled the countless cracks and canyons he saw in the land of the Nine Nethers before, and he vaguely understood that those cracks and canyons had become a melting pot for some existence to refine souls. able to make it.
"Is it Hongjun, or Wanyi?"
Wan Wuyi also hid in the Land of Nine Nethers, maybe he did it.
Swish!
Can Yu moved and flew towards a long river of origin in the distance.
When he came to the Changhe, Zhang Gan took a closer look and found that the soul flowing in the Changhe was extremely pure and pure to the extreme, as if it had been purified by some mysterious power.
The souls of trillions of living beings are extremely chaotic, and the origins of the souls contained in them are also different. However, the origins of the souls in the long river show no signs of chaos.
Without hastily disturbing the long river in front of him, he ordered Can Yu to fly quietly along the direction of the long river.
The winding and twisting long river has no end in sight, and flows obliquely towards a higher altitude. Looking up, there is chaos above. You can only see countless long rivers converging, and you can't see what else is in the sky above.
Zhang Qian suddenly had a whim, and faintly felt that there would be something terrifying waiting for him at the end of these long rivers. He didn't have the slightest fear, and Yushi Canyu hurriedly flew away and flew up into the sky.
It took half an hour for this flight, and finally, Can Yu flew into a chaotic mist, this mist with a radius of hundreds of millions of miles is also the end of all long rivers, and the endless source of spiritual energy converges here .
Boom!
The moment he flew into the mist again, Zhang Gan heard a roar, like the sound of water waves rushing and hitting the cliff.
He sent Can Yu to fly to where the sound came from, and found that the further he flew, the thicker the surrounding fog became. This is a very strange fog, which looks like the air of chaos, but it is not.
"No, this is the turbid air of the earth!"
Suddenly, Zhang Qian came to his senses, thinking of the scene where Zulong was attracting clear and turbid qi before, the surrounding fog was exactly the same as the turbid qi attracted by Zulong.
It's just that the turbidity attracted by Zulong is very little, but the turbidity around Canyu is almost infinite.
Turbid Qi is a kind of extremely heavy Dao Qi. It looks like streams of air, but it is actually heavier than Shenjin.
If it weren't for Can Yu's miraculous powers, it would be impossible to fly away in such a thick turbid air.
Zhang Qian knew very well that a piece of turbid air with a length of about one foot was as heavy as a mountain of ten thousand zhang.
As the remnant jade kept flying away, the surrounding turbidity slowly changed, and the color changed from chaotic to misty earthy brown.
On the contrary, those long rivers of spiritual origin are not affected by the surrounding turbid air, flowing rapidly and rushing forward.
Swish!
At this moment, the turbid air in front suddenly thinned out, and Can Yu suddenly flew out of the thick cloud of turbid air.
Boom!
There was a deafening roar, and countless long rivers of the source of the soul gathered here, turning into a huge waterfall, and the vast source of the soul poured down and crashed down.
"That is!"
Zhang Gan looked down this huge waterfall, and was taken aback for a moment, and saw that there was an altar with a radius of about a million miles under the waterfall formed by the convergence of countless original long rivers!
The whole body of the altar is round, standing on top of the mighty cloud of turbid air, and this terrifying altar keeps absorbing the surrounding turbid air to increase its size.
The waterfall of the source of the soul that hangs from above continuously injects the source of the soul into the center of the altar.
In the center of the altar with a radius of a million miles, there is a big black hole, like a huge mouth that swallows everything, swallowing up the pouring soul essence.
The round surface of the altar is carved with dense Dao patterns. This kind of Dao pattern is extremely strange. It is not any kind of Dao pattern that Zhang Qian has seen or known. It is twisted and twisted like earthworms entangled.
"I remembered!"
Zhang Gan suddenly had a flash of inspiration, thinking of the Dao pattern ball that Wan Wuyi gave Panzu when he met Panzu on Yingzhou Xiandao. No two.
"It really is you!"
Zhang Qian's heart moved, and the imperial envoy Can Yu slowly approached the altar below.
Buzz!
Suddenly, an inexplicable aura of coercion swept out from the altar. This aura gave people a sense of desolation after the baptism of endless years, with a terrifying sense of death, and endless ominousness!
Even though he was hiding among the remnants of jade, Zhang Gan still shivered instinctively, as if a catastrophe was imminent.
"What a terrible breath!"
With an exclamation, Can Yu continued to approach downwards. The closer he got to the altar, the stronger the ominous aura of death and extinction of all things.
Zhang Qian felt that he was approaching a source of destruction.
Involuntary thoughts of quitting.
However, his Dao heart was firm and he stabilized his mind. After a long time, Can Yu finally came to the altar below.
Where is the altar with a radius of a million miles, the turbid air around it is constantly converging towards it, blending into the altar, and becoming a part of the altar.
This terrifying altar grew visible to the naked eye.
Swish!
At this moment, two rays of divine light suddenly flew out of the black hole that kept devouring the source of the soul, and with a swipe of the divine light, it fell directly on the altar.
When the divine light dissipated, there were two figures.
"It's them!"
Zhang Gan's expression was startled, these two people are absolutely foolproof and Pan Zu!
Wan Wuzhou's body is filled with more than a dozen different auras, each of which has the profound meaning of transcending the Dao, but the coercion of his own aura is barely visible, as if it has completely disappeared.
He doesn't feel like an independent creature at all, but more than a dozen creatures forcibly merged into one, and the breath is extremely messy.
"Sages and sages, now that I have lost the authority of the four seas, I cannot instill the original power of the four seas here. If the altar is to be finished, it may take a long time."
Panzu said cautiously, with low eyebrows and pleasing to the eye, without any look of rebelliousness, but seemed trembling.
"Trash!"
"It's too useless!"
"It's ridiculous, the majestic Chaos God and Demon lost to a reptile!"
For a while, Wanwuyi kept speaking, but the voices he made were different, and each sentence had a different tone and tone.
Hearing Wanwuyi's scolding, Panzu didn't dare to refute at all, and just bowed his head in silence. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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