Must be a green soul.
These words were spoken very loudly.
Jun Changxiao suddenly realized that the so-called supreme thousand-line soul should exist in the city, waiting for those who are destined to inherit it, so he looked at Hua Meigui and said, "Your chance has come."
"I hope."
Hua Meigui doesn't care about the golden soul, but cares more about understanding why the soul race is in the lower realm.
According to the information obtained so far, it can basically be hammered with a stone. The ancestor is Hua Qianxing, and the choice to settle in the barren land is also to hone the resilience of the tribe.
"call out!"
Suddenly, the illusion shattered.
Jun Changxiao and Hua Meigui are still in the hall.
In the open space directly in front, there is an extra crystal surrounded by green out of thin air, exuding vitality.
"Supreme thousand-line soul?"
Just when Jun Changxiao was guessing, Hua Meigui seemed to be summoned by some kind of power, and she walked forward unconsciously, stretched out her hand through layers of streamer, and stuck to the crystal.
"Plop!"
"Plop!"
The heart beat faster, and the lingering light gradually enveloped her like vines, and they resonated with each other.
"Hoo hoo!"
The majestic green energy gushes out crazily, filling the desolate city along the gate.
"this… "
Song Dehen was stunned.
The breath that suddenly appeared obviously belonged to the low-level green soul level, why did it emit a force that made him surrender!
"Plop!"
The old man knelt down and said with tears streaming down his face: "Old master, your great research has finally been inherited by future generations!"
The crystal in the main hall was researched by Hua Qianxing for countless years. At that time, many tests were done, but no one in the clan could inherit it.
"What research?" Song Dehen asked.
The old man proudly said: "A research that surpasses the Golden Soul!"
Song Dehen's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Is the thing recorded in the unofficial history true?"
"call!"
"call!"
At this moment, another powerful aura gushed out from the hall.
The original green was replaced by blue, purple, red, black and other colors, and they mixed together can be described as colorful.
"Plop!"
Song Dehen bent his knees and knelt on the ground, and lowered his head as a golden soul nobleman, with horror and disbelief in his eyes.
The mixed colorful lights that emerged forced him to kneel down and bow.
"call!"
"call!"
The colorful light filled the city with dissatisfaction, and then rushed out of the valley. Almost in a short time, the entire Soul Realm was enveloped.
Regardless of the lowly green soul or the noble golden soul, after feeling that aura, they all bowed towards the ninth gate, as if turning into devout believers.
"call out!"
"call out!"
At the same time, strong men from the other eight sects flew out of their respective cities and headed for the valley at an extremely fast speed.
Because of their strength, they can ignore the disturbance of the breath, but their faces are extremely dignified.
In particular, the masters of the Eight Gates all know the past history and the words that Hua Qianxing left when he faced many strong men in the clan hall: "When the holy light descends on the Soul Realm, it will lead our clan to glory. Waiting will also surrender!"
Many people involved thought this guy was talking crazy, so they didn't take it to heart. Today, the Holy Light suddenly appeared, and the prophecy came true!
"call out!"
"call out!"
After a while, outside the ninth gate city, strong men from the eight gates all flew over.
They were lying in the sky, looking at the main hall bursting out with colorful lights, with complex expressions in their eyes.
"Walk!"
The first door Supreme said in a deep voice.
However, when everyone was about to act, Jun Changxiao flew out of the hall, landed on the tower, and said, "No one is allowed to enter the city."
"Humanity?"
"How could it be in my Soul Realm!"
"Hmph, don't even look at whose territory this is!"
The eight powerhouses were furious.
They were afraid that what Hua Qianxing had said would come true, and they would never allow any changes, let alone shake their own status, so they had to enter the hall to see what happened inside.
"Boom!"
Jun Changxiao stood the Zhizhen Immortal Sword in front of him, put his hands on it, and said: "The one who enters will die but not live."
"presumptuous!"
"call!"
The Eighth Gate Supreme raised his hand, and the golden soul power exploded and turned into a huge palm print to press down. Both the breath and the luster were much stronger than Song Dehen.
As the inheritor of the nine sons of the soul ancestor, he must be the top in the world of soul control.
"Clang!"
Jun Chang smiled and drew his sword, drawing a sharp sword aura.
"Puchi!"
Where the sword light passed, the palm prints were torn.
The Bamen Supreme retreated a distance, and the anger on his face was replaced by consternation.
The Heavenly Soul Palm was easily broken by this guy, and his strength might not be inferior to his own.
"Hoo hoo!"
"Hoo hoo!"
At this time, the seven-colored light that emerged from the hall became more and more intense, making the powerhouses of the Soul Clan present want to bow down even more.
The Supreme of the first door shouted: "Everyone go up together, be sure to rush in!"
"good!"
Several other Supremes responded one after another.
All of a sudden, eight of the most powerful soul masters exploded in cultivation, and locked the humans on the tower with cold and stern eyes.
This obstructive fellow must be resolved.
"tread."
Jun Changxiao put down the Zhizhen Immortal Sword, put the tip of the sword on the ground, and said to himself: "You can rest assured to inherit the opportunity, and I will stop all troubles."
"Come!"
He raised his head and said, "Fight!"
At that moment, Jun Changxiao, standing on the tower and facing the eight top powerhouses in the Soul Realm, became super serious in both painting style and atmosphere.
funny.
He is serious.
serious.
He is also serious.
"superior!"
The first supreme yelled loudly, and the other seven supremes pressed down with their golden martial arts. Because of the sudden burst of energy, the buildings were unbearable and collapsed.
"Buzz!"
With a big wave of Jun Changxiao's hand, the substantial enchantment engulfed the hall, and then greeted him with a sword.
"Oh My God!"
Song Dehen said in shock: "This guy is too fierce!"
One person fights against the Supreme Being of all eight sects alone, such a magnificent scene is definitely something that was never dreamed of before!
"Little friend!"
Ah Cai roared, "I'll help you!"
"boom!"
Before he could finish speaking, the palm print from the first sect supreme directly hit him, his whole body sank to the ground with a 'bang', and then... he vomited blood and fainted.
"..."
Song Dehen muttered in his heart: "This old man is definitely playing dead!"
but.
What should I do
"Song Dehen!"
At this moment, the third door Supreme shouted: "Do it!"
"..."
Song Dehen stood up, picked up a brick from the side, and smashed it on his forehead without hesitation, then staggered back a few steps, and shouted: "Ah! I can't do it!"
"Plop!"
Fell to the ground, fainted.
The whole process is done in one go!
Jun Changxiao's intrepid Song Dehen has experienced it before, even if he chooses to play dead, he won't do anything. This is the way of survival!
"boom!"
"boom!"
In the sky outside the city, various energies exploded like fireworks, and the Bamen Supremes let go of all of them.
They don't know what's going on in the hall, but if they let it go on, they may really surrender completely, so they must stop it!
However.
The human being in front of him was like a wall, blocking all possible paths.
"die!"
"call out---"
One sword is radiant and cold to nineteen continents, and the sword's energy spans thirty thousand miles.
In the main hall, Hua Meigui is inheriting the opportunities left by her predecessors. Outside the city, Jun Changxiao fights for the Supreme Being alone, which can be described as a model couple in the upper universe.