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"Brother, what are you doing, you won't be moved by that kid, this guy is just a soulful fairy." Hou Tu came over and asked in doubt.

Di Jiang said in a deep voice, "How many years have we been here?"

"I can't figure it out, it looks like millions of years..." Houtu said.

There was a flash of light in Di Jiang's eyes, and he said: "It has been more than two million years since the consciousness was derived from this formation, and I have been thinking about how to leave here, regain my freedom, and reproduce the glory of the great witch era, so Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I don’t want to give up.”

After the other ancestral witches and demon gods heard this, their expressions couldn't help but change. Although they all had such thoughts in their hearts, they also knew that there would never be a way to undo the restraint of the formation, so they never mentioned it in their mouths.

"Brother, do you really think this kid has such a possibility?" said the Rain God Xuanming.

Di Jiang shook his head, "I don't know, but opportunities are always created by ourselves. Sitting on the sidelines will never make things happen. We can do more about this."

"You want to hone this kid?" Tian Wu swallowed hard.

Di Jiang sneered and said, "I'd like to see if what this kid said is true or not."

In the second gate of the Hall of Corpse Souls, Yuan Futu fought fiercely with the group of ancestral witches and demon gods, performing various fairy moves back and forth, and the twelve ancestor witches and demon gods also started a wheel battle, but under Di Jiang's order, at most they could It is the three ancestor gods who go to the battlefield together, so that the situation will not collapse, and Yuan Futu can also display his potential in this extreme state.

It took more than a month for the two ancestor gods that were killed before to be refined again. As they said, as long as the formation is not destroyed, they can be immortal forever.

Yuan Futu is not a body of steel, especially in this level of battle, it will not take long for him to squander his world power and soul, and Di Jiang has given him enough time to recover, but as long as he recovers a little, It will order the rest of the ancestor gods to attack, repeating constantly.

Fortunately, before leaving, he brought enough recovery elixir and more than a dozen extremely rare blood pills. The soul blood pills had been swallowed and refined before, and Yuan Futu continued to refine the world power and the blood pills that strengthened the body. Under this kind of high-intensity consumption, the absorption is faster. In just a few years, the domineering body has broken through to the level of the lower-rank Gangxian. No hair, flowing on the skin, as if fused with flesh and blood, making him look like a blood man, and the explosive power increased exponentially.

As for the realm force, he slowly climbed to the upper rank of Gangxian, and gradually moved towards perfection, but if he wanted to break through Xuanxian, it was still far from being possible with his little resources.

There are also great risks in refining the Hegemony Body and the Jieli Blood Pill, but thanks to the Heavenly Immortal Technique cultivated by Yuan Futu, this backlash effect can be completely suppressed, and then benefited from it.

In the blink of an eye, another seven years have passed, Yuan Futu has not left the Corpse Soul Hall, and the number of fierce battles with those ancestral witches and demon gods has reached hundreds of times. When it comes to the weak point, it gradually gains the upper hand in the battle situation.

……

"rise!"

Yuan Futu yelled, and the three blood-headed gods of the underworld were condensed out, guarding the front, while he pinched the Tiangang seal in his hand, aroused the huge power in the sea of ​​souls, and faced the four-headed witch clan demon gods in front of him. Don't be afraid.

"Before refining so many evil spirits, they were limited by the boundary power of the middle-level Gang Immortal, so they were still unable to condense the third Blood Fiend Underworld God. Now that they have reached the upper-level Gang Immortal, with abundant boundary power, it is finally overcame this hurdle.”

Although these three blood-fiend gods have almost exhausted the realm power of Yuan Futu's lower-rank Immortal, the power displayed is very powerful. You must know that each blood-fiend god is a filthy body, and it is unbearably tyrannical. Compared with Demon Lord Shura, if the other party launched an attack with a fairy weapon, it would be a dead end.

Over the years, Di Jiang, who has never made a move, nodded and said: "Yes, the progress of strength is faster than I expected, Xuan Ming, you go!"

"Yes!"

The Rain God Xuanming rushed up immediately, and with a wave of his hand, the entire hall was surrounded by chaos. Thousands of raindrops were under its control. Underworld was shrouded inside, as if imprisoned, unable to use all his skills.

Yuan Futu squinted his eyes, the seal was released, and the Taishang Xianzun rose up, the giant palm pressed down, and the flames flowed, but it was the seal of burning immortals.

"go with!"

Ru Shou raised his hands above his head, golden lights spewed out from his palms, soaring into the sky, forcibly resisting the Immortal Burning Seal.

Rumble!

The Dutian Shensha formation was activated violently to guard the spirit of the ancestral witch, otherwise it would be destroyed physically and mentally under this blow.

Even the ocean of spirit and soul will dry up and be exhausted. Yuan Futu has already experienced this countless times, so now he pays more attention to skills in fighting, rather than crushing with strength, so that every time he uses it, he has spare power.

This actual combat experience alone is already extremely valuable, but Di Jiang wants to give him obviously more.

Suddenly, Yuan Futu felt a message from the jade slip in the storage ring, and Li Maocai's voice appeared in his mind.

"Master, please come back as soon as possible."

As soon as the words fell, the jade handbag was shattered, Yuan Futu's immortal method was put away, and the blood demon ghost disappeared.

"What's wrong?" Di Jiang said.

Yuan Futu frowned deeply, and said: "It seems that something happened to the Sin Immortal force under my command, and I need to go back as soon as possible."

"Sinful Immortal power?"

In the era when great witches existed, there was no such thing as sinful immortals. It was not until after the establishment of the imperial court in the fairy world that the order of the world was established that those who disobeyed were condemned as sinful immortals and ordered to be killed.

"I have thousands of immortal cultivators under my command, and they are placed in the nearby domain." Yuan Futu explained.

Zhu Jiuyin snorted and said, "Just because you can lead so many immortal cultivators?"

"I have two great saints to help me out, so nothing is impossible. The other one is Black Erosion Dragon. You should have met each other already." Yuan Futu said without hesitation.

"It turned out to be that monster." Di Jiang's tone suddenly turned cold, and he said, "Why should I let you go?"

Yuan Futu said with a smile: "If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it long ago, so why waste so much time, I can see that you are trying to train me, and I will definitely not let you down. I'll come back here after something happens, and then, I'll be stronger!"