Looking from a distance, the entire Demon Realm seemed to have turned into a sea of purple fireworks, with demon stars exploding and frightening magical energy escaping everywhere.
Although the magic energy is powerful, it cannot harm the soul, nor destroy the spiritual veins of heaven and earth and the essence of demonic energy.
Su Poman slapped his forehead, and a soul body that looked the same as him flew out. It was also dressed in a white robe. More than half of the corners in the body had been converted into the power of immortal energy, so the whole body looked extremely elegant and free. It seemed as if he was about to ascend to the fairyland at any moment.
Within the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows of the Yuan Shen, the Soul opened its mouth, its eyes glowed, and activated the magical power of 'Swallowing Souls'.
The next moment, a huge abyss mouth made entirely of soul power appeared from the sky above his soul. It was as dark as ink, with no trace of light visible inside.
Those with physical bodies didn't feel anything at all, but the demon monks whose bodies were destroyed felt a suction force like facing a black hole, and each of them uncontrollably turned into a ball of light and flew into the huge mouth of the soul-swallowing body. among.
The sky is full of souls, like moths flying to the flame.
The monk who was belatedly stared at the huge mouth with trembling eyes.
"What on earth is that? It's so scary!"
"Compared with this monster, none of us are worthy of being called demons!"
"Ah, don't swallow my demon soul, I will live another life!"
"God's way, what kind of existence have we offended, and we have caused the disaster of annihilation? Lord Demon Lord, help me!"
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The wailing sound of the demon soul echoed throughout the star field, and the sound revealed desolation and despair.
At the same time, Su Poman's physical body instinctively opened its mouth, and the laws of blood were activated. The blood in the entire galaxy seemed to be summoned and gathered together, forming a bloody tide that swept the world.
On every cultivating star, a long river of blood appeared like a red ribbon. The width of the long river reached an astonishing million feet, and its length could almost circle the planet. The shocking blood reflected a large area in red. .
So, on top of the huge picture composed of stars, there were red vines next to the purple flowers all over the sky.
Su Poman's soul controlled the biological force field to spread out, grabbing the spiritual essence scattered among the stars.
Although most of these spiritual essences contain demonic energy, for Ziyuan Roulette, as long as they belong to energy, they will accept all comers, and all kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures are converted into energy points.
Su Poman no longer cares about the balance of energy points. After his strength reaches such a level, he will no longer be short of energy points. The only thing he lacks is time.
As long as there is enough time, he believes that with the magical function of the Purple Source Roulette, not to mention surpassing the Immortal Emperor, even the legendary Heavenly Lord and Great Heavenly Lord can be easily crushed.
It didn't take long for Su Poman to feel that his soul had reached an extremely solid state. Purple light flashed all over his body, and his soul power was like a sea. Under the control of his consciousness, he felt that his soul realm at this time had reached an incredible level. At the same time, the excessive soul power seemed to be slowly dissipating because he failed to digest it in time.
With a thought, his soul power turned into a big purple hand and grabbed a meteorite the size of a mountain range not far away.
In an instant, a tangible feeling was transmitted to his mind, and he controlled his soul power and grabbed it with a slight force——
Click!
The meteorite, which was bigger than the Blue Star Mount Everest, fell apart into pieces.
"How could my soul reach such a state..."
Su Poman's face showed a look of contemplation. With a flick of his hand, a high-level lightning spell was released, attracting a thundercloud with a radius of thousands of feet.
He tried to swim through it with the power of his soul, and was surprised to find that this kind of spell, which could seriously injure a monk in the tribulation stage, could not harm his own soul at all.
Then, with a thought, a fiery red Dharma form that reached into the sky and covered the earth, like a huge star, appeared behind him.
"Golden Crow Transforms into the Sun!"
With a soft drink, the three-legged golden crow in the dharma image behind him screamed loudly, and then flew into the air, with infinite light and heat blooming all over his body.
The halo gradually formed a spherical shape and turned into a giant sun.
Su Poman's thoughts moved again at this time, and the soul returned to the physical body. With a trace of instinctive control remaining, the soul jumped out and flew directly towards the giant sun.
The purple brilliance around him fluctuated violently when encountering the bright sun, just like boiling water.
The soul belongs to Yin, and the sun transformed by the Golden Crow Dharma is hotter than ordinary stars, contains endless true fire of the sun, and can easily kill monks in the Mahayana period.
Once the two met, they became incompatible and fought fiercely.
The purple brilliance continued to melt under the true fire of the sun, evaporating into traces of ownerless soul energy and dissipating.
If it were an ordinary monk, how could he dare to let his soul face the sun, let alone approach and attack it so actively?
Su Poman absorbed the power of a demon soul that was close to a star field. The soul power inside the soul was almost endless. Even one breath could melt and evaporate the soul power of a Mahayana monk. His soul did not change color and even began to bloom more. Burning brilliance.
In the rich purple brilliance, there is accompanied by the terrifying soul power that makes the gods and ghosts cry. Even if an immortal comes at this moment, he will be surprised by such terrifying soul power.
Su Poman endured the pain of the sun burning his soul. He silently felt the wonderful changes that occurred when the soul and masculine energy clashed. His whole person gradually fell into a wonderful state of emptiness and darkness, and he realized his memory. Another way to practice.
"Although I don't have the cultivation method of that path, I don't believe it because I have strong soul power, and I can't deduce the method of yin pole and yang generation!"
This was also an excellent opportunity. Su Poman silently realized that his soul power was evaporating rapidly, like ice and snow thrown into a furnace.
At this time, the entire Demonic Realm had become dim, with no spiritual essence and no living beings. Only a terrifying sun was left, burning a purple figure.
The figure sat cross-legged next to the big sun, with mist constantly escaping around her body, and her eyes tightly closed.
After an unknown amount of time, Su Poman suddenly woke up. At this moment, his body was much more illusory than before, and the purple brilliance on his body also dimmed.
But the moment he opened his eyes, two golden lights burst out from his eyes, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed.
"Hahaha, that's it, that's it. This is the secret of Yin and Yang's life!"
At this moment, the golden light in his eyes suddenly spread, and his entire soul was gradually filled with golden light. The original yin-attributed soul power was transformed into a trace of yang-attributed power.
Soul pure Yang!
"The realm of Yangshen is completed!"
Su Poman's divine soul body was completely transformed into gold, and then the golden light converged and turned into an ordinary skin color. The brilliance of the near-immortal-level sun transformed by the golden crow could no longer damage it in the slightest.
"The realm of Yangshen in my memory only has 480 million thoughts. If the thoughts are not extinguished, they will be immortal, but I seem to be exaggerating!"
As soon as his soul body moves, endless thoughts will come out. After a brief perception, he can't feel the end of the number of thoughts.
"This should be regarded as the realm of Yang Shen's 'infinite thoughts'!"
Su Poman silently sensed it, and countless Yangshen Taoisms were derived from his mind. It seemed that he could create thousands of different Taoisms at will.
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