The Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron

In the memory of Ling Huyang, Su Yu recognized that this is one of the seven ancestors of the soul saint!

Unlike the other forces, the soul saints can already live forever because of the practice of soul mysticism.

Ordinary creatures will gradually die due to the decline of their bodies, just like the old monsters of the Heavenly League.

Cultivation is strong, and it can't stop the decay of the body.

But the soul saints, even if their bodies are decaying, they can be transferred to the rest of their bodies through soul ancestry and continue to survive.

Therefore, almost all of the sacred people of the soul are immortal.

As a result, the prosperity of countless ancestors in the clan.

Of course, Tiandao Weiheng.

The soul saint has gains and losses.

One aspect that has been lost is that the ability to reproduce offspring is extremely weak.

They seem to be cursed. Usually there is only one offspring in a generation, and the excess is either unable to conceive or is conceived.

If a certain generation appears to be extinct, leading to a fault, then this branch is basically cut off.

Therefore, there are very few sacred people in the soul sacred group. There are only three males and seven female descendants in the contemporary age. The number of people is scarce, and it is not proportional to the family size.

And this elder is the seventh ancestor, one who cultivates to reach the level of the Great Holy Being.

In terms of strength, he is no weaker than the Korean won of the Heavenly League.

"Who made your injury?" The seventh ancestor asked, staring at the injured child.

Linghujie gritted his teeth because of the pain, and said, "It's Linghu Yang! Seven ancestors, you have to do justice for us. We didn't do anything, and Ling Huyang bullied us."

"Bulled you? He?" Qizu Mulu was surprised.

Anyone who oppresses them is possible, except for Huyang.

What's the situation of Lingyang, can he not know?

"It's him!" Said several other juniors who had been taught.

Oh?

Qizu's somber complexion eased a lot: "Is it really him?"

He set his sights on Yan Feiying, thinking thoughtfully, "Feiying, what about Huyang?"

"Go out." Yan Feiying looked complex.

Seven ancestors asked again, "Ling Huyang has made great progress recently?"

The person who knows Linghu Yang best is the person beside him.

Yan Feiying was silent, she was struggling inside.

With her wife's keen senses, it is difficult for her to believe that the man who is fierce and decisive is really her husband.

Although this Linghu Yang is like her dream, but it gives her a very strange feeling.

Not only this sudden strength, in many details, she clearly felt that standing in front of her eyes was not Linghu Yang, but another person.

Just when she didn't know what to answer, Su Yu stepped in in time and hugged her fist: "Back to the Seventh Ancestor, Yanger did make a little difference."

In Ling Huyang's memory, the seven ancestors cared for him a lot and were very friendly.

He is often called Yanger.

This self-proclaimed self made Yan Feiying finally find a little familiarity.

Those in the non-soul holy tribe do not know these details.

Qi Zu sat in the teacher's chair, looked up and down, and said, "Your injury has recovered?"

The palm of the Nine Dead Trolls that year was a severance of Linghu Yang's cultivation.

Su Yu shook her head: "That's not true, but under the action of my panacea and omnipotent panacea, my soul strength has grown a lot."

Yan Feiying's eyes were bright again, and the tone was like Ling Huyang.

She didn't know that Su Yu knew from Linghuyang's memory that Linghuyang had been intoxicated with elixir for many years. It was not playfulness, but trying to recover her body.

I look forward to giving Yan Feiying his dignity and life as early as possible.

But these are all covered by his seemingly cynical appearance.

"Really?" Qi Zu smiled slightly, stretched his palm, and gently pushed towards Su Yu.

Suddenly, Su Yu felt that an intangible thing passed through his soul.

Looking back, there is an looming stele behind him, showing forty-nine steps above.

"Forty-nineth-order soul power?" Qi Zu was surprised.

Linghujie and Linghuyun took a breath.

Tier is a criterion for measuring the strength of a person's soul.

From first order to ninety-nine.

There is no mortal who cultivates in the slightest, there is only one order.

In order to reach the ancient sage level, Xiu has thirty-nine steps.

Reaching the Great Holy Level, there are forty-nine steps.

The level of Halloween should be fifty-nine steps.

As for the upper level, it needs special cultivation of soul power to reach it. It cannot be achieved by the reinforcement brought by cultivation.

The highest known record is one of the Ten Great Heavenly Sons, with soul reaching level 99.

Followed by an existing ancestor of the soul saint, the first ancestor, the soul reaches ninety.

In that realm, the soul has become so powerful that it affects the operation of the heavens, and detaches itself from the body.

Among contemporary juniors, Linghujie, 39th-level is the strongest soul before. This is already the best situation for the talents of soul cultivation among juniors.

Now, Linghu Yang has practiced silently to the 49th level. Who can believe it?

He had barely reached the 30th level before.

"You are really Linghu Yang?" Linghu Jie gaze stared. "No outsider, do you occupy Linghu Yang's body?"

The juniors full of seats are also doubting.

The change that made Huyang not only turned the world upside down, it was simply a change of person.

Su Yu said indifferently, "Do you want to say that someone can cultivate the forbidden skills of my clan, can the soul exchange?"

As we all know, that forbidden surgery has long been destroyed and no one can learn it.

Linghu Jie stared at Yan Feiying: "You said! Is Linghu Yang really practicing soul power? As a wife ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ you should know best!"

After a pause, he calmed down a lot, saying: "His truth and falseness are related to the future of the soul saints, so you have to consider carefully."

Everyone's eyes fell on Yan Feiying one after another, expecting her to give an honest answer.

"Say!" Ling Hujie urged.

Yan Feiying was silent for a long while, shaking his head, "I don't know! But, I know, he must be my husband."

With that said, he stepped forward and took his arm, standing beside Su Yu with firmness.

Linghu Jie patted the coffee table and said, "You lie!"

I can hardly believe that there have been such earth-shaking changes in Huyang, and they all blame.

"Enough!" Qi Zu said with a light expression: "He is Ling Huyang."

The crowd was quiet, he smiled with relief: "A person's strength may be fake, but the memory will not be, and the memory of my soul saint is even more!"

The memory of the soul saints cannot be taken away by outsiders unless it is voluntary.

With a little resistance, memory will self-destruct.

Others wanted to capture Linghu Yang's memories and put them in their own souls, and then they would pass by. It was impossible at that time.

It turned out that in addition to testing the strength of his soul, the palm of Qi Zu's hand had also secretly turned over Linghu Yang's memory, confirming that he was himself.

What he didn't know was that Su Yu was just hiding his memories, only revealing Lingyang's memories.

At this point, he was hiding. (https :)

Remember the first domain name in this book:. Mobile website reading URL:

Dear, click in and give a praise. The higher the score, the faster the update. It is said that the beautiful wife was found at the end of the new score!

Mobile station new revised upgrade address :, data and bookmarks are synchronized with the computer station, fresh reading without ads!