Peerless Martial Soul

Those flying symbols are much less, but they are still swarming toward the treasure.

Although the treasure qi has been weakened by 60% to 70%, the remaining 30% to 40% is enough to make people feel shocked!

Chen Feng leaped up into the air and grabbed this thing directly in his hand.

At this time, Chen Feng could also see clearly that this treasure was a ring, about the thickness of his wrist, and the whole body showed a hazy black iron color.

This black iron color gave people a illusory feeling, which seemed to be not the same as the real thing.

This treasure finally fell into Chen Feng's hands.

Chen Feng closed his eyes, and then he took a deep breath, a fascinating look appeared in his eyes, and murmured: "What a fascinating martial arts power, what a pure soul power!"

It turned out that after Chen Feng closed his eyes, in his perception, there was nothing in front of him.

Where are the bracelets?

Some are just a piece of strength to the extreme martial arts!

Moreover, this piece of martial arts power is pure to the extreme, noble to the extreme, huge to the extreme, and it is even no less inferior than his Scarlet Sea Purple Golden Dragon Martial Spirit.

Moreover, the power of this martial soul is not the same as the power of Chi Hai Zijinlong's martial soul.

He is not just a pure martial arts power, but like a medium, with lively and huge power circulating in it.

Although Chen Feng didn't know what this thing was, he knew very well that this thing was definitely related to Wuhun.

Moreover, it is very likely to be able to make one's own martial soul further.

However, I am afraid that Chen Feng would never think of the specific effect of this thing!

The magic of this thing is far beyond his imagination.

Chen Feng kept the dark iron-colored treasure close to his body, and he was not even willing to put it in the soul-man space.

Only by putting it close to the body can Chen Feng feel safe enough.

It can be seen how much Chen Feng cherished this treasure.

Then, Chen Feng went around the altar again, wanting to see what else was valuable.

However, he found that the altar had long been broken.

Except for the giant bronze laurel tree, Chen Feng didn't see anything of value.

In the end, his gaze fell on the giant bronze sacred laurel tree, a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he chuckled softly: "The ability to transform moonlight into the power of martial soul is simply the ultimate in kidney energy."

"If I have enough ability to control you in the future, it will be of great benefit to my spirit."

"Even if I can't do it, but if I really come to the country of Qingqiu and offer them this bronze laurel tree, they should be quite happy!"

"After all, such a huge bronze laurel sacred tree, I'm afraid it is rare in the country of Qingqiu."

With that said, Chen Feng came to the giant bronze laurel tree, and then took a deep breath.

In the next moment, Chen Feng's soul-man space was directly released, directly covering the giant bronze laurel tree.

Then, the next moment, Chen Feng came to the Soulman Space, and saw that the bronze laurel sacred tree had appeared here.

However, the root of the bronze laurel tree is still connected to the altar.

At this moment, Chen Feng suddenly moved his brows and said to the old An old man next to him: "Old An, you say, can I bring this altar in with me?"

"I always feel that the altar in the soul tower is a bit smaller. If you want to sacrifice, if you want to exchange something for the soul servant, the altar seems to be indispensable."

"After all, the tail feathers of the yellow bird and the scales of the snake are so huge, I really can't let go!"

"I've been thinking about this problem before."

"Hey, don't tell me, it really is." An old man raised his brows and said.

He looked at Chen Feng and sighed: "No one has encountered your situation before, do you know why?"

Chen Feng smiled slightly: "I probably guessed it."

"You guessed it should be correct." An Lao said: "When others are at your level, they are only second-rank and third-rank soul sects, and they only have one level of soul-recalling tower."

"Usually, their strength is not very high, and the treasures they can get for sacrificial exchange are not so big. A small altar is big enough to hold it, so it's like you!"

He sighed and said in an awe-inspiring tone: "The treasures you get, such as snake scales, yellow bird feathers, and some 8-Rank 9-Rank Soul Sect cannot get it!"

"You guy, you are indeed a pervert!"

He thought about it for a moment, and then said softly like Chen Feng: "Chen Feng, you do this like this..."

He gave a whisper.

Chen Feng nodded, thought for a moment, and then came to the altar.

In the next moment, in this soul-man space, the endless soul power gushed out, and then wrapped the giant bronze laurel tree.

After the giant bronze laurel tree was wrapped, the surface suddenly emitted a quite resisting light.

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows lightly: "Oh, he would emit such a resisting light?"

In the next moment, Chen Feng would know why.

This bronze laurel sacred tree was here, shrouded in moonlight for many years, and already had spirituality. At this time, it was naturally quite unwilling to put it in the space of the soul.

However, there was no way he was unhappy, his spirituality was quickly crushed by the power of the soul.

Then, after the power of the soulman wrapped it, it shook violently.

The root of the bronze laurel tree connected with the altar began to be shaken and cracks appeared, and there was some fragmentation.

Finally, after shaking for two full hours, this giant bronze sacred laurel tree finally burst and uprooted.

Then, he floated directly in the space of the soul, which meant that he had completely integrated into the space of the soul.

At this time, Chen Feng felt that his soul-man space had become very heavy, as if the air had been condensed into iron.

Chen Feng himself felt as if a mass of paste was stuffed in his mind, very uncomfortable and very stagnant.

Chen Feng asked, "Old An, what's the matter with me?"

An Lao said in a deep voice, "This is because your soul person's space level is not enough and there are too many things in it."

"If things go on for a long time, it will even affect the combat effectiveness of your soul-man space."

Chen Feng nodded: "So that's it, I don't feel like I can put anything down anymore."

An old man nodded: "This is not an illusion, but it is true. Now unless you increase the level of the soul-man space, you can't let go of anything, including this altar."