Cracked appeared on the surface of the gray-white stone statue, and then large pieces fell off, revealing Qin Yu's figure inside. Under his figure covered by a black robe, he was now wrapped in a milky white halo.

In the soul space, a vague shadow appeared. With his arrival, the invisible aura covered all directions and suppressed everything.

Then he took a step forward and directly integrated into Qin Yu's soul. No negative feelings were heard, as if he had drunk a cold drink in the scorching heat, which was refreshing and straight into his heart.

Bang-

Bang-

Qin Yu could clearly hear the sounds of the remaining cracks on the soul after using the dragon soul, one after another, and closed.

boom--

The powerful soul aura burst out!

The soul injury that has troubled Qin Yu to this day has completely recovered at this moment, and the soul power has broken through to a new realm in one fell swoop.

It was a feeling of being one with the heaven and earth, waving my hand to chaotic the sky and the nebula.

The voice of the ancient clan consciousness sounded, "I found that you had injuries on you before, so I would go with the flow to help you repair it. Moreover, having the identity of a saint son is more conducive to your next action."

"Of course, what's more important is that after becoming a saint, you will have the opportunity to inherit the power left by Taoist Lord in this world."

As for the breakthrough of realm, he didn't mention it. Perhaps in the eyes of the ancient clan consciousness, Qin Yu's current power level is too low and it is not worth his attention.

The throne of the Xiling god Ji Xiangtian was stunned for a long time, and finally came back to his senses with difficulty. Looking at Qin Yu, who was wrapped in the light, his eyes were shaken, confused, and shocked, and his emotions flashed through him, and eventually turned into bitterness, unwillingness, and anger.

He never thought that the fate that should belong to him would eventually fall into Qin Yu's hands - a "medium" that he had nothing to do with Xiling and was even more of a "medium" he wanted to kill not long ago.

How can Ji Xiangtian accept such a result?

Taking a deep breath and looking at Qin Yu, the divine throne showed a coldness in her eyes. To inherit the power of the holy light and become a new holy son, you need to have devout faith in the Supreme Taoist Lord in order to merge with yourself.

Otherwise, this holy light would be a terrifying bomb, enough to blow the corpse of the fusion person away!

Will this man in black robe from Wuyin Sect be a devout believer of Taoist lord?

What a joke!

The Lord of the God's throne calmed down. He didn't know why the Taoist Lord chose this person. But this must be wrong... Could it be that because the subject has died, the projection summoned has also lost its mind?

Ji Xiangtian took a deep breath, suppressed the blasphemy thought, and became pious and firm again in his heart, preparing for the next fusion of Duormo's power.

After Qin Yu exploded his body, he was the only one who met the conditions. No matter what the Taoist will consider, he could only choose him...My one is mine after all, but it was just a little delayed!

But in fact, Qin Yu did not notice any feeling of test, and the holy light poured into his body and merged with him directly.

Moreover, as time goes by, the fusion speed becomes faster and faster. After the soul's injury is fully recovered, it continues to push his strength to continue to increase.

How amazing is this clear and perceived improvement? Even though Qin Yu still had a trace of doubt in his heart, he couldn't help but immerse himself in it. He hoped that this process would never stop.

Three breaths have passed.

Ji Xiangtian looked cold, boy, you are going to die!

Three more breaths passed.

Ji Xiangtian's expression continued to be cold, boy, you are going to die!

After three more breaths.

Ji Xiangtian's expression was still cold, boy, you're going to die!

...

Suddenly, the holy light wrapped around Qin Yu began to weaken, with a very fast amplitude, and it was all retracted back into the body in the blink of an eye.

Before the coldness on the face of the Lord God's Holy Holy Lord had time to disappear, he saw Qin Yu appearing in front of him after the holy light disappeared.

Wait? What's the situation?

It was promised to be killed!

Fusion...it actually fuses... this bastard has really fuses...

When his chest was stuffy, his energy that suppressed his injuries suddenly dissipated. Ji Xiangtian hummed lowly, opened his mouth and spurted blood, his face full of miserable expression.

What is this? A strange person who actually successfully merged with the holy light and became the new Holy Son of the Divine Church?

"You, have any resentment?"

Majestic, majestic sounds sounded again, like millions of thunders exploding.

Ji Xiangtian was shocked, his face turned paler, and his pupils shrank wildly.

He suddenly realized something, whether Taoist Lord had died, was just the speculation of him, Duoermo and others.

This is not necessarily the case!

If the Supreme Taoist Lord has not died, then what is happening now may be his choice of his will to descend. As the throne of the Xiling God, he is known as the spokesperson of the Taoist Lord walking on the earth. If he has resentment towards the master of his belief, there is no need to say much about the consequences.

Cold sweat soaked into the robe instantly. Ji Xiangtian knelt on the ground, and his noble head touched the ground, "Your will is the supreme ruler!"

boom--

The space behind him suddenly shattered, sucking Ji Xiangtian in, and directly expelling him from the secret realm of Huangquan.

The Xiling Divine Seal, an existence holding the highest authority of the Divine Cult, was expelled within its own sphere of influence... If this matter is promoted, I don’t know how many people will be shocked.

The black vortex that smashed Duoermo quickly shrank, sank into the ancient clan skull and was flooded with the rich holy light. His consciousness fluctuations immediately rang out, "I know you have many doubts and I will explain it to you."

Buzz —

A ball of holy light flew out and sank into Qin Yu's eyebrows. His mind was instantly sucked into it, and countless pictures emerged in the next moment.

...

Above the towering Dragon City, a bloody dragon roared to the sky. There was a terrifying wound on its huge body, almost cutting it off. You can clearly see the cut bones and large pieces of broken internal organs in the dragon's body.

A battle was clearly reflected in the dragon's eyes, and the wind and clouds were happening in the sky and earth, and the sky was broken and twisted, which made people only see the occasionally appearing figure.

The battle party was the ancient tribe who built the Dragon City, and opposite him was a Taoist in a green robe.

Although standing in front of the ancient clan, the Taoist man's body was as small as an ant, the aura he burst out was like a real sun, hanging high above the nine heavens, so that he did not dare to underestimate him at all.

Even if you face the ancient clan, you will not show any disadvantages. The magical light flows across the sky with every move, bringing a shocking aura.

The opponent's ancient tribe had no fancy action, but with one punch and one kick, billions of powerful forces burst out, enough to open the sky and break the earth.

At the level of power between the two sides, if you let go of fighting, the aftermath will be enough to destroy the world and erase everything in this world. However, a layer of golden light and shadow appeared in the void, offsetting and absorbing the power fluctuations of both sides against each other.

"Daojun, you and I are not the enemy. What is the matter today?" The ancient clan's low voice resounded and released.

The Taoist Lord said lightly: "You are the stepping stone on the road of this great road."

"What a domineering Heavenly King's Road, let's see if the Taoist lord has the power to trample me under my feet!"

The picture changes.

On the towering plateau, large areas of divine palaces stretch out, and blood-colored flames burned on the 109 temples.

Suddenly, the space was broken, and the ancient tribe stepped out and raised his hand to grab the ground.

boom--

The flames soared into the sky from one hundred and nine red pillars of fire, and a sword shadow appeared between the pillars of fire. It was red all over, as if drinking all the blood of billions of creatures. Even if it was just a phantom, it had broken the sky, and huge cracks spread like an abyss.

Outside the temple, hundreds of millions of believers crawled and knelt on the ground, and raised their hands at the same time, looking furious. There were flames burning in the depths of their eyes, and their eyes were red!

In the broken space, Daojun's figure appeared, his eyes fell on the red sword shadow, and he paused slightly and said lightly: "If you develop this sword, I may not be your opponent."

The ancient clan laughed, "Even if you fail to achieve great success, you can kill you!" He raised his hand and drew his sword. The sound of the sword resounded through the sky, and the red slashed the sky like a waterfall in the Nine Heavens, as if he was about to cut the entire world out of it.
Chapter completed!