Just a cold shout actually caused the eight generals of the Spirit Palace, who had the characteristics of a double spirit community and were also the eighth-level martial saint, to fall to the ground at the same time. Moreover, when they found that they were kneeling on the ground, they wanted to stand up again, but their legs were as if they were filled with a lot of mercury, and they could not raise any strength at all. As a result, the eight people looked at the old man who was in shock.

"What do you think?" the old man snorted angrily: "You eight of you only know how to improve your strength, but you don't care whether you can understand the true meaning of martial arts. You blindly improve, but you don't lay the foundation. Later, you are the ones who suffer. Now, you are not allowed to speak, go to the tombs of the gods and guard the demon monuments for a hundred years. If you don't meet my requirements, you are not allowed to come out. Go."

"ah?"

After coming out of Moran's spiritual sea, the eight people didn't say a word. In the end, they didn't even have the chance to look at Moran. Then the old man in charge of the corpse waved and sent out of the courtyard.

In the spiritual sea, a brief sense of tearing came, which made Mo Ran subconsciously cover his forehead. The next moment, Mo Ran knew that the master-servant connection between him and the eight generals of the Ling Palace had been eliminated forever by the old man who was in charge of the corpse.

At that time, Mo Ran was finally deeply shocked by the strength of the old man who was in charge of the corpse.

Is this level of cultivation the realm of Tianwu?

Looking at Mo Ran's shocked look, the old man said lightly: "No need for this expression, you can do it naturally when you reach my level."

As he said that, the old man surrounded Mo Ran, constantly looking at him, and murmured: "You kid, there are so many troubles on you. Don't move while standing, I'll study it carefully, old man."

I don’t know if this ** Gods’ Tomb is really a space. Anyway, Mo Ran stood there motionlessly, and could still feel the cool wind blowing his body, which was lukewarm and hot, which was very pleasant.

He stood there for three days, and the old man in charge of the corpse kept thinking about something, making a decision, overthrow, and then overthrow, as if he was making some careful plans.

Three days later, even though Mo Ran was in a firm mood, he was not enough to stand.

"Senior~"

Just as he was about to speak, the old man who was in charge of the corpse frowned and waved his hand and interrupted, "Stop talking, it's almost done."

Mo Ran closed his mouth when he heard this.

It was really soon. After a while, the old man in charge of the corpse suddenly slapped and said, "It's done, that's it."

"Senior, what's up, that's the matter." Mo Ran asked in surprise when he heard this. Although he didn't understand what the old man decided, at least he had a result and he didn't have to stand up so bored.

The old man didn't say anything, and reached out to take out a round and jade bead and handed it to Mo Ran and said, "I don't know what kind of martial arts you have practiced, you don't have to tell me. I only know that this thing should be missing in your body. Now I will refine it."

As soon as this object appeared, Mo Ran was stunned.

"Original Golden Spirit?"

After searching for a long time, Mo Ran lurked in Xuanguang Pavilion. In addition to the disillusionment jade talisman assigned to him by Chen Hao, what Mo Ran wanted most was the original golden spirit that could allow his Brahma Art to be perfect. Although he didn't know how the old man discovered the state in his body, Mo Ran would not doubt his strength. The most important thing is that the last original spiritual crystal that he lacked in his martial arts has appeared in front of him.

Mo Ran didn't feel excited, as if his mood had improved. Perhaps the appearance of the last original spirit crystal made him confused.

The Brahma Art says: Breaking and then setting up is the final level of martial arts. The appearance of this last original spirit crystal made Mo Ran surprised that his Brahma Art can finally be perfectly cultivated, but what will happen next.

The Heavenly Martial Realm is far away in the sky. After you have achieved perfection, what kind of path to seeking heaven will you face?

For a moment, Mo Ran became confused.

The change in expression can explain a person's mood changes, whether sad, happy, or never change, and in short, it will not be false. But Moran's calmness surprised the old man in charge of the corpse.

"This state of mind will definitely become a good material." The old man couldn't help but sighed secretly.

As he looked back, the old man who kept the corpse coughed lightly and said, "Okay, don't think too much. Follow the steps I taught you to practice hard. Sooner or later, you can defeat that silence. Now, go and refine this thing."

After hearing this, Mo Ran raised his head and asked, "Senior, how long will it take for me to pass this test?"

"How long?" the old man thought carefully and said slowly: "This is the fastest ten years, and the slowest one will be within a hundred years."

"What? So long?"

The old man's words were really scared, as short as ten years or as long as a hundred years? So what's the use of practicing? A group of his relatives and friends will not be killed by the sacred eagle and will all be returned to the loess?

Looking at Mo Ran's sudden round eyes, the old man frowned and said, "What are you doing when you stare at me? I'll say less about this. If you didn't have the Ziming Qi, it would be no exaggeration to have a thousand years of time. Do you think it's so easy to practice and ascense? Don't think too much, go and refine it quickly. Time is yours. If you waste a little more, your friends will be a little more dangerous."

"But~" Mo Ran was still waiting to say it, but the old man in charge of the corpse interrupted impatiently: "No, now you only have this path to choose from. Don't worry, that silence is not much better than you. The power of the soul that has been accumulated with great effort has long been consumed by you. If it weren't for Lingjie Mirror, it would have disappeared just now. It is impossible for him to quickly refine those souls, which is impossible without ten or eight years. You should practice with confidence. As long as you succeed in practicing, I will find a way to let you out. Of course, that is also a test. After all, I have not reached the point of ignoring the laws of heaven and earth. Go."

After saying that, the old man in charge of the corpse waved his hand and saw that the scene in the courtyard was twisted. The hut had disappeared. When Mo Ran looked back, he suddenly felt that he had returned to the soul refining pit. Apart from the endless empty space, there were also a large group of tombs, and even the mountain of corpse disappeared.

In the space, the voice of the old man who was corpse-man in charge came from afar.

"Now I will teach you the method of sacrificing the soul. You must learn to integrate it. The souls in this tomb group are the so-called power of the soul. You can absorb them with confidence, improve your strength, and refine the original golden spirit. When you succeed, I will come to you again."

The echo echoed in the empty and ethereal space, and it never stopped.

He shook his head helplessly. Mo Ran knew that he could not get out of here at the moment, so he could only calm down and focus on practicing.

Holding the golden spirit of the golden origin, Mo Ran sighed in his heart, his eyes couldn't help but look far away, but he prayed: "Old ancestor, father, brothers, I hope you will be fine, wait for me to go out."

Thinking of this, Mo Ran suddenly raised his head, sent the original golden spirit into his mouth, followed his throat, into his internal organs, and then entered the Zi Mansion.

There was no discomfort. When the original golden spirit entered the purple palace, it immediately caused an uproar in the purple palace and in the spiritual sea.

The four kinds of internal qi in the origin, plus the purple qi origin, became active at this moment, as if they had seen their brothers who had not seen for a long time. Under the command of the purple qi origin, these four kinds of internal qi immediately surrounded the original golden spirit.

By then, due to the great consumption, Mo Ran, although the internal energy in the original source is sound, there is no extra force to activate and refine it.

The soul sacrifice technique that he had just obtained from the old man who was a corpse-man, appeared in his mind. Mo Ran gently lifted his palms, and ten strands of souls quietly floated out of the tomb group, lingered in the air for a while, and quickly rushed into Mo Ran's seven orifices.

The technique of primordial spirit sacrifice and refining is indeed worthy of being the supreme method of Tianwu. The arrival of these ten strands of life souls immediately made Mo Ran feel abundant power again.

At this moment, the black and white spirit bodies hidden deep in the Moran Spirit Sea flashed out as promised.

Mo Ran was stunned, and his mind suddenly entered the Purple Mansion, and then took a trace and penetrated into the Spirit Sea.

The introspection of the true soul power made Mo Ran clearly see the two black and white elixirs, devouring the excess soul power with joy.

This kind of devouring is similar to the technique of sacrifice and refining the soul that I just obtained. If Mo Ran’s technique of sacrifice and refining the soul is acquired, then at present, the method of devouring the black and white elixir is innate, subconsciously absorbing the power of the soul.

Seeing this, Mo Ran laughed in a brief period of loss of consciousness. Although he didn't know what the black and white elixir would look like in the future, he understood that these two were simply improving their own strength.

When I recalled the person who called himself "Pan" he saw when I entered the wordless pill scroll in the Chaoxing Sea, Mo Ran became excited.

If that "pill" is really transformed from pills, why can't I? If it is true, Mo Ran hopes to see what the "pill" he has nurtured in the spiritual sea one day will look like.

"It seems that you are like me, and you need this kind of thing now. Since that's the case, let's practice together, at least, this will not make me feel lonely."

With a chuckle, Mo Ran waved his hand again, and ten strands of souls flew into his body. At that time, Mo Ran's eyes closed tightly and he refined with all his strength.

Deep in the void, in the tombs of the gods, the old man in charge of the corpse stood in the air, and behind him were the three tall tombstones.

Looking at Mo Ran, who could only shine with a glimmer not far away, the old man nodded and said without looking back: "You three are still unrest after so many years of death, now you are satisfied."

As soon as this said, the tall tombstone engraved with the throne seemed to be responding to the old man and kept trembling.

The old man felt a feeling in his heart, nodded with a faint smile, then suddenly looked up at Cangtian, and murmured: "Heaven, what will it look like if it changes? I am really looking forward to it."
Chapter completed!