Beast Taming Tower

The benefits brought to Chen Xuan after his spiritual power was enhanced were not just the increase in detection range.

For example, if Chen Xuan continues to use the Small Tiangang Sword Formation at this moment, the thirty-six ancient dragon-subduing swords will become more handy under his control.

In addition, the power of any attack that he needs to drive with his divine consciousness will become extremely strong at this moment.

Even the power of the divine consciousness attack that Chen Xuan had just successfully attempted a few days ago would be even stronger than before.

Most importantly, the stronger your spiritual power, the greater the advantage you will have in battle.

For an ordinary late Jindan stage warrior, controlling three spiritual weapons at once is already the limit.

However, a cultivator like Chen Xuan, whose spiritual power is extremely strong, can easily activate four or five spiritual weapons in one breath.

When facing the enemy, every time Chen Xuan activates a spiritual weapon, he can get an extra layer of security.

"Wow!"

Chen Xuan pushed his spiritual power to the extreme, and any movement within a radius of one thousand miles was seen clearly by Chen Xuan.

Only after half a cup of tea, Chen Xuan withdrew his thoughts.

"It took me ten years and a lot of soul-refining pills to cultivate the ancient soul-refining technique to the minor success stage."

"Fortunately, the result did not disappoint me. The range of my divine consciousness has increased by a full 100 miles compared to before."

"However, since I have cultivated the Ancient Spirit Refining Technique to a minor level, I can also try to cultivate the attacking secrets in the Ancient Spirit Refining Technique."

Thinking of this, Chen Xuan was suddenly overjoyed.

Last time, when he attacked the Blood Zombie King, he did not use his divine sense to attack the Blood Zombie King.

Leaving the Blood Zombie King unable to fight back.

It wasn't that Chen Xuan decided to do this on a whim.

Instead, he, after comprehending the ancient technique of refining the spirit, used the spiritual consciousness to launch a spiritual attack.

However, at that time, Chen Xuan had not yet formally practiced the ancient spiritual refining technique, and had no way to perform true spiritual stab.

In order to distinguish them, the divine mind attack is called divine mind shock.

At this moment, the strength of his spiritual power has reached the standard for practicing spiritual consciousness piercing.

Chen Xuan planned to seize the time and continue practicing while he still had time.

Try to cultivate your spiritual consciousness to the level of minor success.

In this way, he can also use his divine consciousness to attack the enemy silently during the battle.

With a flip of his hand, Chen Xuan took out the book of ancient martial arts that recorded the techniques of refining the spirit and studied it carefully.

Just wait until he has mastered the cultivation method of the spiritual consciousness in one breath, and then he will start to try to practice it.

"Spiritual consciousness piercing is when a cultivator uses his or her own powerful spiritual consciousness to attack the enemy."

"However, divine thoughts are different from magic weapons. They are an invisible attack. They mainly target the Niwan Palace of immortal cultivators."

"As long as the immortal cultivator's Niwan Palace is attacked in an instant, the cultivator's attack will be slowed down by half a beat."

"In battle, as long as the Spiritual Sense Thorn is used well, it can have a miraculous effect. It can even determine the outcome of a battle."

After Chen Xuan encouraged himself, he silently activated the spiritual consciousness piercing technique.

Wow!

Chen Xuan's spiritual sense spread rapidly, covering an area of ​​a thousand miles in radius.

But soon, under Chen Xuan's constant adjustments, the range of his spiritual thoughts became smaller and smaller.

But at this moment, Chen Xuan clearly felt that there was an indescribable pain in the Niwan Palace deep in his mind, which almost reached his soul.

This kind of pain was several times more painful than when he practiced the ancient soul-refining technique.

Chen Xuan only held on for a few breaths before cold sweat completely soaked his back.

"what!"

Chen Xuan screamed in pain.

Beads of sweat as big as beans dripped from his face.

After only half a cup of tea, the sweat on Chen Xuan's body had already created a shallow pit on the ground.

At this moment, Chen Xuan has finally reached his limit.

I had to stop.

call!

His mind was quickly withdrawn, and the stabbing pain deep in his mind disappeared in an instant.

At this moment, Chen Xuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It hurts. When practicing the spiritual consciousness piercing, you need to continuously compress the coverage of the spiritual consciousness. In this way, the spiritual consciousness can form a directional and powerful impact in one direction."

"Unfortunately, I can only compress the attack range of my divine thoughts to within a hundred feet."

"At this level, you can't even reach the threshold of practicing spiritual consciousness!"

Chen Xuan smiled bitterly.

Since embarking on the path of cultivation, he has been practicing diligently.

No matter how big the problem was, he never gave up.

It is precisely because of this that Chen Xuan has achieved what he has today, step by step.

But at this moment, facing the pain of practicing spiritual consciousness, Chen Xuan felt the pressure for the first time.

After thinking carefully for a long time, Chen Xuan's reason finally prevailed.

After taking a serious rest for a while, Chen Xuan once again entered the state of practicing the spiritual consciousness thorn.

Just as Chen Xuan continued to stay in the temporary cave, seizing the time to practice his spiritual consciousness, new changes had also taken place in the Miluo Blood Palace.

……

Miluo Blood Palace, in a cave deep in the Biluo Forest.

An illusory old man with long hair was looking at an old man in black robe and another illusory old man in white robe in front of him with surprise.

The old man in black robe is Yunfeng, the ancestor of the largest family in Tianwu Kingdom, Linhe Province!

As for the old man in white robe, he was the powerful demon in Yunfeng's body.

"I can't believe that after so many years, there are still so many residual souls left when the main soul was young."

"Haha, I'd like to know, which remnant soul of the main soul are you?"

The old man with long hair looked past the old man in black and locked onto the old man in white.

If you look closely, you will find that the old man in white robe looks almost exactly the same as the old man with white hair.

The only difference is that the white-haired old man's body looks like a wisp of smoke.

Just a slight breeze would seem to be able to blow his body away.

On the other hand, the old man in white robe had an extremely solid figure.

If it weren't for the lack of flesh and blood, he would be no different from an ordinary cultivator.

"Fellow Daoist, I am not a remnant soul. I am the soul of the master before he died."

The old man in white robe spoke calmly.

As he spoke, his eyes swept over the white-haired old man, and there was a hint of astonishment between his brows.

"After so many years, I never thought that I would meet you in Miluo Blood Palace."

"It seems that after the Soul Forger's death, many of the remaining souls should have come here, right?"

The old man in white robe nodded, but his eyes looking at the old man in white robe became very complicated.

"Soul fragments, you are right. After the fall of the Soul Forger, I and several other soul fragments suddenly appeared in the Miluo Blood Palace for some unknown reason."

"Unfortunately, although there is plenty of demonic energy in the Miluo Blood Palace, almost all of the souls died because of their severe injuries."

"I am the only one who managed to survive in Miluo Blood Palace."

Hearing this, the old man in white robe smiled coldly.

"Fellow Daoist, do you really think I'm a three-year-old child? Those souls that came to the Miluo Blood Palace with you have probably been refined by you long ago, right?"

"This……"

The white-haired old man was slightly stunned.

Soon, he looked at the old man in white robe and laughed fiercely: "Fellow Daoist, you have a keen eye. You saw my identity at a glance. That's right, over the years, the remaining souls of the main soul have been refined by me. Anyway, I am also a part of the main soul. Since the main soul has fallen, I should take its place."

"As long as I can practice seriously in this Miluo Blood Palace for a period of time, I will take the opportunity to seize another body. Then, I will be able to recover to the peak state of my main soul."

"Back then, the mission that the main soul carried out should also be completed by me. The treatment that the main soul enjoyed should also be inherited by me."

“Haha… If that time really comes, my demon race can invade the Fuyao Realm again and treat this weak little plane as our own vassal plane.”

The white-haired old man laughed wildly.

A powerful demonic aura continued to emanate from him.

Seeing this, the old man in white robes looked at the old man with white hair and sneered, "Daoyou, since you have such great ambitions, why don't you stay hidden in the dark? In this way, you won't meet me, and I won't attack you."

"But now that you have met me, I will never let you go no matter what."

"After all, you are a part of the main soul. You naturally know more than this old man's split soul. As long as I refine you, I can also replace the main soul."

The white-haired old man was extremely angry when he heard this.

"Humph, this is not your fault. I was originally cultivating well in Miluo Blood Palace."

"But you have made a mess of the Miluo Blood Palace. If the damned human clan discovers what has happened here, and they try their best to enter the Miluo Blood Palace, as a demon, will I still have a chance to survive?"

"So, for the sake of my safety, I have no choice but to eliminate you, the culprit."

The old man in white robe looked indifferent.

He stared at the white-haired old man for a long time, and for some reason, a hint of anger suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Asshole, we, the demon race, are the overlords that dominate even in the spirit world."

"As a remnant soul of a powerful demon, you actually want to kill me for your own safety, hoping that the human ants will let you go. Haha, you really bring shame to my demon race."

"It seems that even for this reason, I have no reason to keep you here."

Having said this, the old man in white robe was filled with murderous intent.

Without waiting for the white-haired old man to make a move, the old man in white robe pointed his finger in the air, and a striking and violent demonic energy moved forward in the void, while transforming into a tacit spear, which pierced directly into the chest of the old man in white robe.

When the old man in white robe saw this, his expression suddenly changed slightly.

With a quick clap of his hands, a ball of demonic energy several feet in size formed a demonic shield in front of him, directly protecting him behind him.

The incoming demonic spear was directly blocked by the demon shield.

Seeing this, a rare look of surprise flashed across the eyes of the old man in white robe.

"Huh? You can actually withstand my attack? Could it be that you have found the thing that the main soul carries?"

After a pause, the old man in white robe said, "If you are willing to tell me the whereabouts of that thing, I can let you live forever. How about that?"