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The god race's unlucky ghost was still the previous owner of the ring. His terror was beyond one's imagination.

The Shadow Wraith spell was easily broken by him, and his spirit had lost its final shield. He was no longer able to block his exploding body.

"This time, my body has no secrets!" Ling Jun clenched his teeth and endured it. "Violet Frost and Little Ancestor have already entered a state of comprehension, and the situation still depends on him." "Great Transformation Art!"

Rather than being torn apart by the force, it was better to release it. There were two fellows outside who would never be able to eat their fill.

Just as expected, the energy that he had released quickly rushed towards the Little Patriarch and Zi Shuang.

"Hmph, this way the three of you will die." The god race unlucky ghost was still not afraid. He believed that he could effortlessly exterminate the three people in front of him. Although they were people with limitless potential, in the end, potential was only potential, not strength.

It was not certain who would die! While the Spirit was transferring its power, it was also accumulating its power in preparation for a breakthrough. A body that could withstand such an intense pressure already had the conditions to break into the emperor realm.

What are you waiting for? He took advantage of the fact that the unlucky bastard still had confidence to make a big scene and seize the initiative.

Using true strength to blow up an enemy was a very strenuous task, but the unlucky ghost had no other choice, because he suddenly realized that he was unable to use his cultivation technique! There was even a hint of confusion. What sort of feeling was this? He saw what had once been beautiful.

Memories? As a person who had forgotten everything, he didn't know how long it had been since he had reminisced about the past, especially those romantic and beautiful stories.

At that time, he was still very young, and the world was still very bleak. At that time, there weren't many major powers in the world, and at that time, he wasn't alone either.

The long-awaited scent of life from the released flowers after the calamity, the bright red river that gradually became clear, a beauty stepped on a song and came over, shattering the heart of the mirror ?

"This is just a strand of my primordial spirit. How can it possibly have the same feeling as my original body?" Immersed in the beautiful scenes, he suddenly thought of four terrifying words: Redbud Tea.

Anyone who thought of these four words would be at a loss. The people of the god race were no exception. The Primal clones of the Celestials were no exception. But the Spirit is an exception.

His cultivation was already at the peak of the late stage of the King's Realm, and having touched the emperor's barrier, he mustered all his strength to prepare to break through in one go.

Huff, huff. The surrounding spiritual energy started to swirl around the spiritual body. The amount that Violet Frost and Little Ancestor could absorb was already very limited.

It was a matter of principle not to waste a single ounce of ability.

Tch tch, fine, when you make a breakthrough, you still think about exposing yourself. I'm afraid there's no other person as greedy as you. It wasn't that other people were giving it away, it was because they knew that their bodies needed a balance. What they released was loss, but at the same time, it was also a form of metabolism.

As the saying goes, if the old one doesn't go, the new one won't come. Releasing the foul air was good for him. Breaking through seemed like he was only earning money and not accompanying him. In reality, breaking through was far from what he imagined it to be. It was a rather complicated and crazy process.

People often said who was as crazy as they were, and how they dared to fight to the death. In fact, the craziest part of a person was when they break through. He used his entire body to forcibly suppress the spiritual energy in his body.

This meant that as long as your body allowed it, the spiritual energy in the outside world would be sufficient and your body would be able to withstand it.

This was just in theory. No one would be foolish enough to use their own life to conduct an experiment.

However, if one was not insane and did not survive, then one would not know whether they would win or not. The spiritual average was sometimes such a fool. Breaking through to the next level was already an insane state of human beings, so why couldn't he improve further?

He would try to jump directly to the Emperor.

The only restriction on his body was the one from the Death Test. It had proven that he could complete a higher level than himself.

When he came into contact with the King's Barrier, he released all of his concentration and charged forward to break through it.

To put it bluntly, the barrier was the protective membrane that protected the human body. It protects the human body from bursting while also maximizing its capacity.

The level of a cultivator was determined by this membrane. As people cultivated and strengthened their bodies over time, this membrane would also become tougher, allowing them to become more powerful.

At that point, people would choose to fill it up in one go with a brief fit of madness.

The pursuit of maximum benefit is the eternal theme of mankind. It was on the matter of cultivation and on the matter of breaking through.

He didn't know how many times he had broken through, but breaking through to the Emperor level meant that he had to bear the pain of having his body's capacity increase.

Even though he had chosen to break through as a sword cultivator, he was still a magic cultivator and a witch cultivator. When he touched the Emperor's barrier, he could not control the explosive force coming from his body, but it was not for him to break through. And then, his body's true power began to flow towards the path of magic cultivation.

How familiar it felt. This was how the breakthroughs from his previous life looked. The first sword attack and then the second, and the third was Wu Ji. In his previous life, there were only these three. What would it be like now? Spirit is full of boundless passion.

There was an even faster way for a Magus King to break through to the late stage of the Magus King Realm, which was the secret magic Zhu Yue had cast in the Heavenly Gate Mountain. This was plundering! Violet Frost and Little Ancestor's cultivation was completely interrupted. This led to the power of the Redbud Flower Tea to be greatly weakened.

The God race unlucky ghost quickly regained his consciousness. "When he woke up, he was happy again." I heard you used to be one of the Three Saints.

Ling Jun's entire body shook as a large amount of profound mental cultivation methods surged into his mind, severely disrupting his breakthrough.

"Pfft, he, who was unable to calm his mind, was finally unable to endure the invasion of this person's consciousness." "Since you want to give me your public law, take it!"

Crazy spirits didn't think about anything else anymore. They had even tried to dabble in the cultivation techniques of the five clans in their past life. Only the god race was suddenly unaware, and even Du Ruo's identity as a god race was unknown. The action of this strange god race person who didn't dare to show his true face for so long had aroused his innate possessiveness.

"No!" Violet Frost extended his hand into the air, but was forced back by the force emitted from Ling Jun's body.

"Ya, Mystical Yellow Search." Ling Jun had not only used the Art of Searching God, but also its strongest technique.

It was already fatal for a king to use a normal soul searching technique, not to mention the Dark Yellow Great Search. He was ignoring his own body.

Even if the Spirit Searching Technique's great pressure did not destroy the body, the spirit would still fall into a coma after the technique was cast, or the enemy would directly search the spirit and turn the spirit into an idiot.

The Art of Great Search had overshadowed the entire space. Countless black threads coiled around the body of the spirit, each one of them being the meridians of his body.

"You overestimate yourself. I'll take all of yours." A deep and low voice swept up a gale. The god race unlucky ghost's main body was ready to attack. He would become an idiot if he didn't make a move.

The black threads had already fused into his body. He suddenly opened his eyes as two streaks of white light burst through the heavens like swords of anger.