Yang Yu sat in the hall of the Haotian Sect, and Yang Ran practiced in front of him.

The Heavenly God Art is a relatively easy-to-practice technique that consumes resources. Yang Yu can practice any technique because of the special purple true energy. He is also practicing the Heavenly God Art, for nothing else. In the future, in order to provide guidance for his son, he must practice this technique.

Now he has cultivated the God Art to the second level, but only to the second level, he has consumed almost hundreds of spiritual crystals.

The second level of the Heavenly God Art can transform into a three-meter-long divine body, which is ten meters high.

"Dad, you have practiced to the second level, why haven't I even practiced the first level?" Yang Ran was very disappointed. He felt that he had worked very hard, but now he transformed is less than 1.5 meters, and he could not meet the 10-meter-long divine body required by the first level.

"You are still young now, and it is difficult to practice this technique, and you have not started practicing from any foundation. Dad started practicing as a god-level warrior. The starting point is different, so the speed of cultivation is naturally different." Yang Yu explained patiently.

Yang Ran stopped talking, his body was more than one meter long and he finally ran out to play.

East Coast.

Yang Yu, Xuanyuan Fengyun and others arrived here.

"Father-in-law, don't know what happened?"

"The Shaolin side has formed an alliance with the Western blood tribes and the Holy See. Since the Nangong family and Chongwu Island joined our side, they have always been a little afraid of us, so they invited some of the blood tribe's great dukes and archangels to visit."

To be a guest, it is just a foreign aid.

Yang Yu saw the Shaolin people, all of them were semi-saints. They were also eyeing Yang Yu and his men, as if they were disagreeing and were about to start fighting immediately.

"Don't be impulsive." Xuanyuan Fengyun warned Yang Yu.

Yang Yu smiled slightly: "Don't worry, father-in-law, I won't take action easily."

In the distance, ten people flew side by side.

Yang Yu looked at it and found that there were exactly five great dukes and five great angels.

"Welcome the Western envoys to come and be a guest. It's a mistake to welcome him." As Xiu walked out, as the abbot of Shaolin, it was his unscrupulous responsibility to welcome allies.

"There is no blood clan prince and divine angel?" Yang Yu was surprised.

"No. Their power will not come to China easily. Although it is an alliance, there is a natural gap between Eastern warriors and Western cultivators. They are also worried that this is our plan. Death of a few great angels and a great duke is nothing. If a blood clan prince or a divine angel is dead, it will be different." Xuanyuan Fengyun analyzed it very clearly.

"If you don't trust, it's easy to do as long as you don't trust." Yang Yu muttered.

Xuanyuan Fengyun smiled but said nothing.

"Huh!" Yang Yu suddenly saw an archangel. There was a strange decoration on his forehead, and the decoration made him feel a strange aura of light, which was so similar to the fragments of the light spirit beads.

"That archangel is the Holy Son of the Holy Son. The thing on his forehead is called the Holy Source, which is something passed down from generation to generation by the Holy Son. As far as I know, if you want to become the Holy Son of the Holy Son, you must merge a Holy Source. After this holy source is merged, it will fit in the middle of the Holy Son's eyebrows. When they practice, they can use the Holy Source to condense the divine power of light."

"Good thing. I want it." Yang Yu thought to himself.

He has merged a fragment of the Light Spirit Bead, and now he has understood the two sub-artistic conceptions of the Light Artistic Concept. Perhaps as long as he gets another fragment of the Light Spirit Bead, he can immediately achieve the artistic conception of the Light.

Yi Xiu received foreign aid and left.

"My father-in-law, I'm back too," said Yang Yu.

"Go!" Xuanyuan Fengyun did not doubt that he was.

Yang Yu did not really return to the Haotian Sect, but quietly followed Yi Xiu and others. He calculated carefully. There were about 17 and a half-saints in front of him, which was a relatively strong force. It was really difficult to take down the Holy Son with one blow and steal the fragments of the Light Spirit Pearl.

He also learned a little about the hidden art of Lingyin Sect.

Now he was hanging behind more than a dozen people with his hidden skills, but after following him, he still didn't wait for a good opportunity. But after moving two hundred miles ahead, he almost arrived at the Shaolin Temple headquarters.

"Can't wait, I'll ambush in front." Yang Yu made up his mind. The fragment of the light spirit bead was an item he had to get, and even the other spirit beads, he also began to order people to find them.

"Son of the Holy Son, Shaolin is not far ahead. From now on, you will live in our Shaolin Temple. If you don't understand anything, we can discuss with each other. Some of Shaolin martial arts can also be observed." Yi Xiu seemed very generous.

The Holy Son was about to speak when a masked man suddenly appeared in front of him.

The masked man is naturally Yang Yu.

"Take it for me!" Yang Yu grabbed the Holy Son's forehead with his claws, and his fingers were inserted into the Holy Son's flesh.

"Who?"

"court death!"

Yang Yu ignored these things, firmly grasped the fragments of the light spirit beads, and took down a ball of flesh and blood. Seeing the bloody fragments of the light spirit beads in his hand, he quickly put them into the master's space.

The Holy Son was angry and punched Yang Yu with a punch, but found that there was no figure.

Yi Xiu frowned, and he slapped the void in front of him with a sudden palm.

"Bang!"

The two palms face each other, the space is twisted, and the huge energy makes everything within a hundred feet around it into pieces.

Yang Yu looked at Yi Xiu in surprise. He didn't expect that the old monk could discover himself so quickly. But thinking about it, the hidden art is not omnipotent. After all, it was just a use of some space power.

withdraw!

Yang Yu would not be able to fight against seventeen. Since he got the fragments of the Light Spirit Bead, his purpose was achieved.

"You can't let him take away the Holy Source, take him off quickly, you can't let him run away."

"Abbot Yixiu, we are here to help you. This happened just after we arrived here. You disappointed us so much. Get this person quickly, otherwise we won't blame us for turning against each other."

Yi Xiu was also a little angry. He had condensed nine seals and was one step away from breaking through to become a holy warrior, but in the battle just now, he did not gain any advantage.

But now is not the time to think about this. No matter what, kill the person in front of you first, so that you can give an explanation to the Western allies.

"Everyone chases him, if you kill him, you will definitely kill him!"

Yang Yu looked back, smiled slightly, and immediately ran towards the sea.

Seventeen half-saints chased Yang Yu to the sea.

When Lingbo used his slight steps, Yang Yu was extremely fast. When he arrived at a place, a hint of mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth. In this sea, no one was afraid of the nine-clawed evil dragon that had not appeared much recently.

"You can't escape!"

"Hurry up and hand over the things, maybe we can spare your life!"

"Super the things, otherwise you will not die a bad death!"

Suddenly, the sea surface rolled, and the sea water within a radius of thirty miles rose, as if it was turning the earth.

The sea was angry, it was the roar of the sea god.

The semi-saint is already very powerful, but facing this power of heaven and earth, it is inevitable that people will be shocked.

boom!

The sea water in the radius of thirty miles swept over seventeen half-saints and directly pulled the seventeen half-saints into the bottom of the sea. They struggled desperately and took more than a minute before they struggled out of the sea.

"Where is a person?" The Holy Son was stunned.

"Why did it disappear?" Yi Xiu was stunned.

"What happened just now?" The group of people were puzzled.

Their spiritual consciousness kept sweeping across the radius of thirty miles, and there was nothing except a big octopus. This was really strange. Did the undersea volcano erupt just now?

"If you can create such a terrifying power, you must be a holy-level warrior." A monk was extremely sure.

"Idiot, will I ambush a holy-level warrior in advance in the sea? If it is not a natural factor, it must be a monster in the sea." Yi Xiu cursed.

"Can it be the Nine-Clawed Dragon?"

When Yixiu heard this, he was stunned: "Go to the shore first, it's too dangerous here."

The Nine-Clawed Dragon is a taboo for all warriors.

The sea surface was calm, and the strange octopus slowly dived into the seabed. No one knew that this monster octopus also had a name called the sea monster Rabu. His body could become infinitely larger, and sometimes it could be larger than an island. In the cosmic sea sea, many people even mistakenly regard the sea monster Rabu as an island on the sea.

Yang Yu returned to the Haotian Sect and felt extremely proud.

Fragments of the light spirit beads were scattered in his sea of ​​consciousness. Without the opportunity to take the Star Soul Pill last time, he guessed that it would be difficult to refine the fragment, but when he calmed down, the countless soul stars each shot a ray of light.

Countless lights condensed together, and the fragments of light spirit beads shining illuminated by these lights began to decompose, and a little bit of understanding of the artistic conception of light surged into my heart.

One day later, the artistic conception of light is perfect!

He could clearly feel the changes in his sea of ​​consciousness. It seemed that the golden light emitted by the super master system changed his soul. The golden light should have integrated into his sea of ​​soul consciousness, making his sea of ​​soul consciousness unique.

Logically speaking, taking the Star Soul Pill should make his soul reach a small perfect state, but now it seems that he is more than that state. His soul may be close to the Great Perfection. He also has a feeling that when these soul stars grow a little bigger, his soul will be sublimated again, and then the entire soul sea of ​​consciousness will become a soul world.

The people from Shaolin were angry. The foreign aid he had just invited was actually robbed. In front of the seventeen semi-saints, they knew that the one who took action was not the saint-level warriors, so those hostile semi-saints became the targets of suspicion. No matter how much he cultivated, he never thought it would be Yang Yu. After all, Yang Yu had the strength of a semi-saint, but it was impossible to compete with him.
Chapter completed!