Chapter 1207: The Gift of the Residual Soul, the Blood of the Half-Emperor

The thousand-foot-long Huangquan real body descended into the ancient space. When facing this figure, there would be a terrifying feeling of facing the whole world.

The invisible demon saint real body transformed by the sound wave slowly lowered its head, and its indifferent eyes locked on Xu Xin in the distance. Its mouth slowly opened, and a syllable with an ancient breath, like a thunder dragon shuttled out from layers of thunderclouds, showed its majestic majesty.

"Moo!"

As soon as this word came out, the invisible demon saint real body collapsed, but at the same time, the whole world collapsed.

Xu Xin could clearly see that the space was shattered inch by inch under the spread of the sound wave, and a sound wave impact that was almost destructive surged at a speed faster than light.

This kind of attack was so fast, and the world collapsed so thoroughly, as if the three-dimensional world was hit by a dimensionality reduction attack, and everything between heaven and earth suddenly became a plane, completely destroyed and disappeared.

Xu Xin's soul body, which was hundreds of feet long, was also destroyed under this wave, shattered inch by inch, and kept getting smaller and smaller, and finally collapsed.

This attack came too fast, and it was completely devastating.

The soul sound wave swept through this space like a storm, and everything was turned into nothingness under the impact of the sound wave.

The dark light enveloped the world, and there was only a lonely mountain standing in this dark void.

On the mountain, Huangquan Demon Saint also sat back on the throne, and his already illusory body became more transparent. Obviously, the previous attack consumed too much of his power.

Huangquan Demon Saint raised his head, looked at the dark and empty space, and slowly said: "You can fall in Huangquan Tianfu... You are not dead?"

He looked at the remaining three feet of spiritual light, which was re-interpreting Xu Xin, and his heart was suddenly complicated.

There was a certain flower fragrance floating in the void, and fairy flowers bloomed everywhere in the world. Huangquan Demon Saint looked up as if he had felt something, and the previous voice sounded again.

"Of course I'm not dead!"

A voice sounded behind him. He turned around suddenly and saw another Xu Xin speaking.

"It's worthy of being the famous skill of Huangquan Demon Saint. Just a remnant soul can exert such power."

"It's a pity that you can't kill me. Even if you can kill one of me, there are still thousands of me. If you, Ruoshui, were alive, you might be able to break my Yi Nian Hua Kai, but you are just a remnant soul and don't have this ability..."

Xu Xin told the truth. The so-called remnant soul is like a set program, semi-artificial intelligence, with a fixed upper limit. It is impossible to surpass the strongest moment of Huangquan Demon Saint before his death, and it is even more impossible to have thoughts and be able to crack Xu Xin's secret technique.

"It doesn't matter. In all these years, you are the first person who can withstand the wrath of Huangquan Heaven."

The remnant soul of Huangquan Demon Saint stared at Xu Xin. After a while, he showed a rare smile on his face. He leaned against the throne slowly and said with a somewhat disappointed tone: "This day has finally come."

"Do you regret it?"

Xu Xin walked to the throne of Huangquan Demon Saint. The moment the two people's eyes met, countless Taos bloomed in the void.

"No, it is my luck to see you after death."

"Hearing the Tao in the morning, I can die in the evening... It's a good sentence, isn't it..."

The body of Huangquan Demon Saint slowly collapsed, and a soul wave flashed out, and finally floated in front of Xu Xin and turned into aura.

Xu Xin raised his hand and a stream of information quickly poured into his mind, a complete cultivation method, a font with an ancient atmosphere, and countless memories and experiences, as well as more soul fragments deliberately left by Huangquan Demon Saint.

The first chapter of these memories is the high-level fighting skill of the Heavenly Rank that the Nine Netherworld Python Clan has been trying to obtain for thousands of years, Huangquan Tianfu.

When Xu Xin opened his eyes again, a few light golden streams appeared in front of him, and finally turned into a ball of golden liquid.

As soon as this ball of golden liquid appeared, Xu Xin felt the ancient blood power hidden in his body throbbing, as if he felt threatened.

This golden liquid is naturally the semi-emperor blood that Huangquan Demon Saint deliberately refined and left behind. The strange energy it contains can directly improve the cultivation of the semi-saint.

"Alas, this seat has practiced for thousands of years, and the soul has even entered the legendary emperor realm, but the last step is still unable to be taken... I am unwilling... I hope you can replace this seat and see the scenery above the real Doudi..."

The voice of Huangquan Demon Saint gradually faded away with the wind, filled with endless melancholy and unwillingness.

"Don't worry! How can a mere Doudi stop me?"

At the moment when Huangquan Demon Saint completely dissipated, Xu Xin responded to him facing the throne.

The next moment, the mountain, the throne, and everything else in this world collapsed with a rumble, and finally turned into nothingness and dissipated.

Xu Xin looked at the empty space that suddenly became dark and empty, and sighed lightly. Before this world completely returned to nothingness, his figure slowly disappeared between heaven and earth.

On the altar of the ancestral land of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, Zi Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, and Xiao Yixian and others seemed to have a feeling in their hearts, all looking intently at Xu Xin and the stone tablet with his eyes closed.

A ray of spiritual light suddenly rushed out from the stone tablet and quickly sank into Xu Xin's eyebrows.

The next moment, he lifted his hand from the stone tablet, and the Huangquan stone tablet also emitted a muffled sound. Then everyone saw that above the original finger and palm print, a mouth shape slowly appeared, and a strange wave emanated from the mouth.

"Huangquan Tianfu!"

When Yao Ming saw the new mark, he was stunned at first, and then his face showed ecstasy. He hurriedly sat cross-legged, and his soul power spread out rapidly.

However, just as his soul power spread to the mark, before he could receive the many information contained in it, an extremely powerful soul impact hit his soul fiercely.

"Puff!"

Yao Ming spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body was also shaken away, and finally fell down the towering stairs in a very embarrassed manner.

After a moment, he flew up with a disheveled body and a pale face, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sighed regretfully: "What a terrifying soul shock, I still can't reach the conditions to practice Huangquan Tiannu."

"Swish!"

At this time, a golden light flew towards Yaoming. After he caught it in his hand, he immediately showed joy on his face, looked at Xu Xin, and said excitedly: "Xu, Brother Xu, this..."

"Everyone who sees it will have a share. This drop of blood is yours, don't complain about it!"

Xu Xin smiled and gave the ball of the demon saint's blood to Zi Yan, Medusa and others, one drop each, and he only kept a part for research.