Peach Fortune Ring

The ten elixirs were imported, and they were transformed into spiritual power in an instant to supplement the spiritual lake in Song Yan's sea of ​​consciousness.

It looks like an increase of two hundred points.

However, the moment his mental strength increased, he was sucked away by the imperial martial spirit in his body.

"Damn it! I've almost absorbed more than 2000 spiritual power from my little master, why can't I still get enough!"

Seeing this scene, Song Yan couldn't help cursing.

In desperation, while urging the meditation formula, he took out a bottle of elixir and took it again.

As before, the medicinal power is absorbed as soon as it is transformed into mental power.

After taking four bottles of elixir to replenish mental strength, the result was the same, which made Song Yan feel that this imperial martial spirit was a bottomless pit.

At the same time, all the elixir to replenish mental power has been taken, and if he wants to satisfy this imperial martial spirit, he can only rely on meditation to find formulas.

Since it won't be possible to fully integrate the imperial martial spirit in a short time, Song Yan is not in a panic.

He stopped practicing and stood up from the ground, only to find that the sword puppet had been forced to retreat two meters under the force of the opponent's battle formation.

"interesting!"

Seeing this scene, Song Yan couldn't help but smile, and then gave the sword puppet an order.

The next moment, the sword puppet flew out, came to the top of the battle formation, and slashed ten swords fiercely towards a certain point with the long sword in his hand.

After ten sword strikes, the entire battle formation collapsed.

The strong energy exploded, forcing many black-armored warriors to flee in all directions.

When they regrouped, they realized that the guy who took it had disappeared.

"asshole!"

Nangong Wushuang couldn't help but slashed the ground with his sword.

[Author's digression]: Second update

Chapter 753 I Actually Fused Three Martial Souls

After several times of continuous teleportation, Song Yan came to a quiet forest.

Now there is only half an hour before the closing of the Wuhun Temple.

He had already obtained the imperial martial spirit, so naturally he didn't have the heart to look for other martial spirits, so he released the sword puppet to protect the dharma, while he sat cross-legged on the ground and practiced meditation formulas.

The imperial martial soul is like a vampire, absorbing his spiritual power all the time.

Now, he only has more than a hundred points of spiritual power left, which can be absorbed by the imperial martial soul for an hour at most, and he has already taken the elixir to replenish his spiritual power, so he can only replenish it by practicing meditation formulas.

After half an hour.

Song Yan stopped practicing, and the mental power in the sea of ​​consciousness barely recovered to [-] points.

With a wave of his hand, he put the sword puppet into the storage ring, and not long after, a throbbing came from the void, and locked the martial soul token on him.

The next moment, a force of heaven and earth enveloped him, and the whoosh sound disappeared and returned to his original place.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already left the Wuhun Hall and came to the high platform outside the Wuhun Hall.

At the same time, Song Yan sensed a pair of hateful eyes locked on him.

Turning his head to look, he found Nangong Wushuang in black armor staring at him angrily.

However, he was not worried that the other party would come to trouble him.

First, he is confident in his own strength.

Second, there are regulations in Wuhundian, no matter how much hatred there is in it, once you leave Wuhundian, you can't take revenge privately.

Of course, for the second point, at least on the surface, everyone will abide by it. As for what will be done secretly, no one knows.

"Brother Liang, did you succeed?" Aunt Xie Huayu quickly walked to Song Yan's side and asked curiously.

Song Yan nodded and gave Gu Xie Huayu an undeniable smile.

"Great!"

A look of great joy flashed across Gu Xie Huayu's face, the only imperial martial spirit was obtained by her lover.

"This is not a place to talk, let's go back first!" Song Yan led Gu Xie Huayu to walk towards Immortal Huangyin and Dalong Jianzun not far away.

"Little Huang, how's the harvest?" Great Dragon Sword Master asked with a smile.

"Not bad." Song Yan also replied with a smile.

"How about you, disciple?" Fairy Huangyin asked Xie Huayu eagerly.

"I have fused two martial souls, one high-level martial soul and one ordinary martial soul!" Gu Xie Huayu said truthfully.

"What? Dual Martial Souls!"

Hearing that Gu Xie Huayu had fused two martial spirits, Xiangu Huangyin was very shocked, and Dalong Jianzun couldn't help showing envy: "Xianggu, you have taken in a good apprentice!"

"That's right, how can my Immortal Huangyin's eyesight be bad!" Immortal Huangyin said triumphantly, but her gaze towards Gu Xie Huayu became softer and softer.

Gu Xie Huayu was also quite happy to be praised by her master, but she secretly looked at Song Yan, her lover had fused three martial souls.

Soon, the rest of the Holy Martial Academy gathered together, so the Great Dragon Sword Master waved his hand and led everyone back to the best inn in the holy city.

Back at the inn, Dalong Jianzun and Huangyin Xiangu called everyone into a room.

Sword Master Dalong glanced slowly across the crowd, and asked, "Which one of you has fused a martial soul, come to my left."

Immediately, nine people including Song Yan, Gu Xie Huayu, Cao Feiyu, and Chen Feng all walked to the left hand side of Dalong Jianzun.

Nine people have obtained Wuhun!

Regarding this result, Dalong Jianzun and Huangyin Xiangu were very satisfied.

You must know that in the past, the Holy Martial Academy obtained only five or six martial souls, and the most at one time was seven. When they return to the academy, they will also have a bright future.

"Cao Feiyu, what level of martial spirit are you fusing?" Fairy Huangyin asked softly.

Cao Feiyu said modestly: "Back to the dean, this junior has fused a high-level martial spirit."

Hearing this, the smile on Fairy Huangyin's face got a little stronger: "Not bad, not bad."