Doupo: Emperor Yan, please exercise restraint, you are really a simple brother.

As his soul power increased rapidly, Zhang Yuan felt the swelling and pain in his Baihui point getting stronger and stronger, but he became calmer and calmer inside, and even had the time to contemplate the Thunder God Picture.

"Ok?"

Zhang Yuan felt a little surprised in his heart.

For a long time, although he could visualize the picture of the God of Thunder, the real image of the God of Thunder could not be clearly seen in the picture. He could only see the general shape and outline of the picture, and knew that it was a human head and a dragon body.

But this time, he found that he could vaguely see the true appearance of the God of Thunder. It was a face that he was very familiar with, and the owner of the face was himself. Maybe?

Just when Zhang Yuan wanted to confirm further, the power of the soul in Baihui Point shook again. His consciousness became erratic, and something had accumulated to the edge of explosion.

"boom!"

Finally, with a sound of thunder, the power of the soul in Zhang Yuan's body finally exceeded the maximum he could bear, and exploded in the depths of his mind, just like the Big Bang at the origin of the universe.

In such an incident, it stands to reason that even if he is not unconscious, he will become confused and confused, but the fact is that he is guarding the mourning platform with thunderous cries, his consciousness becomes clearer and clearer, and he can even see into the chaotic golden light in his mind.

Observing this "sea", he could feel that the soul was taking shape, beginning to turn into substance, and beginning to swallow up a kind of energy.

It was a special energy of heaven and earth that he could not feel before, let alone touch and devour. At this moment, he was attracted by the golden light of his soul and gathered quickly.

As these special energies continued to pour in, Zhang Yuan felt that his soul was becoming more and more solid. His soul felt like his body was bathing in a hot spring, and it was becoming more agile.

In this way, he began to be completely immersed in this special state of cultivation. The feeling of relief that directly affected the soul was as refreshing as suddenly taking a sip of soda in the dog days of summer.

The soul has always been an ethereal and indescribable thing. Not to mention those alchemists, even if Zhang Yuan had the thunder god visualization diagram, he could not feel the existence of the soul. He could only use a substance between nothingness, which he called For soul strength.

But at this moment, the power of the soul is no longer empty, but condensed under the pull of some kind of force, becoming as vibrant as the heart.

Along with the infusion of spiritual energy, a light cocoon appeared, and its surface was constantly squirming. Something was about to be born, but it seemed to be short of breath.

Zhang Yuan has experienced this scene several times. He knows that this is the lack of something to carry it, but now that he has it, he can help this cocoon of light break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly!

"Congeal!"

Zhang Yuan practiced crazily.

Time slipped by my fingertips, and seven days passed quickly.

"boom!"

A shocking loud sound suddenly appeared, causing Qing Yanjing, who was reading a book, to immediately come outside the wooden house.

In the center of the spiritual spring, Zhang Yuan is still there, with only half of his body exposed, but there is an invisible light floating directly above his head, and the vast and majestic strange energy spreads out from it as the origin.

This is Zhang Yuan's soul being completely formed. The energy wave that cannot be dissipated is the power of the soul that is almost condensed into substance. It spreads out in an instant, even penetrating the space blockade created by Ling Ying.

In addition, he can capture a special energy that exists in the energy of heaven and earth.

"This is Reiki."

"Only after the alchemist reaches the eighth level can he absorb the special medicinal materials that can be used to enhance the soul realm and refine the eighth-level elixir."

There is spiritual energy between heaven and earth. Venerable Tianhuo personally told Xiao Yanzi that including the realm of soul, mortal, spirit, heaven and emperor are all divided into early stage, middle stage, late stage and Dzogchen.

Reaching the spiritual realm in the soul realm is a ticket to a strong Douzun. A strong soul in the spiritual realm can definitely become a Douzun, but Douzun rarely has a spiritual soul.

The low-level and mid-level seventh-level elixirs will cause strange phenomena in the world, and the high-level elixirs will attract elixirs. After taking shape, they will have the instinct to avoid the alchemist. The quality of the eighth-level elixirs ranges from two to nine colors, and it has Extremely strong spiritual intelligence, the key to which is this aura.

If you want to refine eighth-grade elixirs, you must have a spiritual soul that can mobilize the spiritual energy in the world.

"Shh!"

Half a quarter of an hour later, the dazzling special power gradually disappeared, revealing its true appearance.

This was a human figure. Qing Yanjing took a closer look and found that it was exactly the same as Zhang Yuan, but there were some illusions.

"Is this... a soul?"

Qing Yanjing thought of a conversation between Zhang Yuan and Ling Ying.

Souls were not rare in ancient times, and many alchemists liked to use the power of the soul as a means to fight against the enemy, because the power of the soul was colorless and invisible, making it difficult to guard against.

But in today's era, there is a secret force that is making the cultivation of souls more and more difficult. Very few people have seen a soul that truly transforms into a humanoid form, and even some powerful warriors find it difficult to do so.

At this moment, Qing Yanjing noticed that Zhang Yuan's body in Lingquan opened his eyes, condensed wings behind his back and flew towards the sky, while the soul body in the sky lowered his head and walked towards him step by step.

With every step he took, the soul body shrank a little. When Zhang Yuan's body met, only a fist-sized ball of light remained, which disappeared directly between his eyebrows.

The moment the light group disappeared, Qing Yanjing felt the pressure on another level dissipate invisible.

"Sister Jing, do you dare to take a slap from me?"

Zhang Yuan's eyes fell on Qing Yanjing.

"I can't beat you." Qing Yanjing rolled her eyes.

Zhang Yuan is very strong physically, and now he is also a fighting spirit. With his powerful fighting skills, he may be able to torture her easily.

"I don't use physical strength or fighting spirit." Zhang Yuan said with a smile.

"Come on then." Qing Yanjing raised her hands and put on a posture.

"Okay."

Zhang Yuan flew to Qing Yanjing and slapped her lightly.

Qing Yanjing also struck out with some fighting spirit, knowing that it would not hurt Zhang Yuan.

"boom!"

The two palms touched each other, the strength of the collision was not obvious, and neither of them moved at all.

Qing Yanjing blinked her eyes and was about to say something, but suddenly she felt a force coming from her mind, which made her feel dizzy. Her legs weakened, and she threw forward and fell into Zhang Yuan's arms.

"You attacked my soul?" Qing Yanjing raised her head and stared at Zhang Yuan, her consciousness still in a trance.

"Yes." Zhang Yuan smiled and nodded.

The soul in the spiritual realm is very strong, and he feels that if he uses it to plot against people, Dou Wang may not be able to resist it.

"What a monster." Qing Yanjing muttered subconsciously.

Zhang Yuan is really becoming more and more powerful.

"Monster?" Zhang Yuan pinched Qing Yanjing's chin and said with fiery eyes: "What kind of monster is this?"

"I have something even better. Sister Jing, do you want to try it?"

Qing Yanjing thought of something, her whole body began to feel weak, and her eyes became watery.

That monster is indeed more powerful than the soul attack.

After all, it is the union of soul and body.

Guys, I didn’t save the manuscript, water hurts the memory, woo woo woo!

There will be another chapter at noon tomorrow, and I will have to work overtime to save the manuscript.