But I don’t know who among the men or women will succeed in improving their strength first. God, it seems that they are not on Mei Ji’s side.

...

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Ning Fan looked at the three souls and seven souls that had the same face as his own. The hesitation in his eyes disappeared, revealing a look of determination.

"I'm going to kill you and sacrifice you for incarnation!" He said to himself to the three souls and seven souls.

"I am you! If you cut it, you can cut it. It can improve your strength. It's the best!" Hun Soul replied calmly.

After the conversation between the two, Ning Fan waved his hand, and a starlight sword appeared in his palm. With one sword, he cut the three souls and seven souls in half from the middle.

In an instant, his face was as pale as paper, a mouthful of blood rushed out, and there were a few strands of white hair on his temples.

Young Bai! This shows how deeply Ning Fan was injured by cutting his soul apart. Reduced lifespan means loss of life force. The loss is not unimportant!

Monks practice Taoism just for longevity. But Ning Fan does the opposite and trades his lifespan for cultivation!

"Using the soul as a guide, the art of mindfulness of the body becomes my incarnation!"

Ning Fan's seven orifices were bleeding, but he suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a ruthless look. In the open space in front of him, a ball of soul power rolled up bursts of dim light, creating a dark clone that looked like Ning Fan.

The only thing that is different from Ning Fan is that the clone reveals the tyrannical power of the middle stage of the Golden Core!

Incarnation is done!

Ning Fan's eyes were filled with joy, but immediately his eyes wrinkled. This incarnation seemed to be imperfect and had such flaws.

Fang Yi left the body and had a faint tendency to dissipate. This made Ning Fan's expression change drastically.

If the incarnation explodes, you will kill your own soul and lose half your life, all in vain!
Chapter completed!