Overriding the Heaven

Chu Yan looked down at the floor that looked like a beehive and immediately understood.    

The divine ability the Demon Prince had used had corroded the earth.    

When it was corroding upwards, it was corroding all the way to the point that it was close to the surface.    

If it had lasted a little longer, the rocky terrain would not have been like a honeycomb. It would have turned into a huge, empty pit leading directly to the ground.    

Since they flew out of the ground, Chu Yan didn't want to go back.    

"Don't... "Leave …"    

Just as he was about to control the Spirit Boat to return, Chu Yan suddenly heard the person behind the Gates of Hell open his mouth.    

"Why?"    

"That guy... "It's going to disappear..."    

Chu Yan immediately looked into his sea of consciousness.    

The wisp of soul, which had been on the verge of death, now turned even paler.    

Let alone being confined, even a single breath of air could make it vanish into thin air.    

"How could this be?" Chu Yan frowned.    

"No... I... It's your. Magic treasures … Cut it off … To kill him... and the subject. "The connection …"    

What was rare was that this person was actually able to patiently explain it to him.    

However, after hearing what the other person said, Chu Yan understood.    

The relationship between the Demon Prince's strand of divine sense and his main body was like the relationship between the river and its tributaries.    

By cutting off the connection with the river, the tributary would gradually dry up.    

Moreover, beside this stream, there was the great sun behind the Gates of Hell.    

It was already quite good that he was able to persevere and not get dried up even now.    

However, after hearing his reminder, Chu Yan thought of something else: "Once this thread of telepathic thoughts is destroyed, will the main body immediately sense it and then attack?"    

"Your … A magic treasure … Completely … It was cut off … Contact … Divided out. Divine will … Independence. "An individual …"    

It was all thanks to Chu Yan being used to communicating with the person behind the Gates of Hell.    

Otherwise, if it had been another person, they would not have been able to understand these words.    

"In other words, this strand of spiritual will, even if it is destroyed now, will not cause an immediate reaction from the main body." Chu Yan pondered for a moment and asked, "I said I hope that I can use him to temper my soul. Can I do that?"    

"No... "With..."    

His Highness Chu, "..."    

"Yes... Refine … There was no need … "Train …"    

His Highness Chu, "..."    

"You've learned bad." Chu Yan sighed, "In the past, when you talked, you would never be this breathless."    

If he could directly refine and absorb it, there was no need to refine it. That was obviously a more convenient method, but this guy clearly didn't mean that at the start.    

"Hehe …" The one behind the Gates of Hell smiled.    

However, this laughter sounded like ridicule.    

"Forget it, let's not bother about him anymore." Forget it, let's not argue with him anymore. Chu Yan comforted himself and then continued to ask: "How should I refine it?"    

This wisp of consciousness came from the Demon Prince.    

If he could refine it and increase his spiritual sense, then the effect would definitely be comparable to the effects of elixirs and other miraculous pills that could raise his level.    

This time, the one behind the Gates of Hell did not speak, but used his actions to give his answer.    

The sky-dominating palm that was high above the Gates of Hell suddenly clenched.    

With a bang, the strand of black soul let out a sharp wail and immediately disappeared.    

His Highness Chu, "..."    

Although Chu Yan was a bit worried, he still resisted the urge to ask.    

He knew that the person behind the Gates of Hell was very reliable.    

Sure enough, after dispersing the black smoke, the giant hand did not loosen its grip.    

At the same time, streams of air appeared in the surroundings that could be seen with the naked eye.    

These streams of air transformed into streaks of light and drilled into the fist.    

All of a sudden, Chu Yan heard a "hualala" sound come from the fist.    

This sound was like the sound of rushing water, like washing water.    

This process didn't last long.    

In about the time it takes to eat a meal, Zhang Xuan opened his palm.    

A jade colored pill the size of an adult's fist appeared in this large hand.    

But of course, although this pill was very big, it was still smaller than a sesame seed when compared to this giant hand.    

"This is …" Chu Yan looked inside and looked at the pill, "The pill that refined the soul?"    

What surprised Chu Yan was not that his soul could condense a pill, but that the pill refinement technique was completely beyond Chu Yan's knowledge.    

From Chu Yan's understanding, refining pills required a furnace, a pill fire, and heavenly materials. Only through a special method would one be able to refine a pill.     

However, the person behind the Gates of Hell was able to produce a medicinal pellet in a very short period of time with a wave of his hand.    

During the entire process, he didn't use any magic treasure.    

Moreover, this was all happening in his sea of consciousness.    

"Yes... Now. You can. Directly... "Absorb …"    

"How did you refine it?" Chu Yan asked.    

"Cultivation technique... Now you. Master... No... "Hehe …"    

The first few words sounded fine, but the last one sounded like a joke.    

However, Chu Yan was too lazy to bother with him at this moment.    

As far as he was concerned, the person behind the Gates of Hell definitely had a realm that exceeded Violet Palace Stage.    

Furthermore, the other party had clearly indicated that even Violet Palace Stage did not qualify for him to see the door.    

Thus, it was normal for him to say that he was unable to grasp it.    

Right now, His Highness faced another problem.    

"How do I absorb it?" Chu Yan asked again.    

If it was a pill in reality, it would have been fine to just swallow it.    

However, pills that appeared in his sea of consciousness were difficult to absorb.    

"You first... Find... Place... And then … Let me. "Come..."    

Chu Yan understood. It seemed that in order to absorb the pills in his Sea of Consciousness, he needed a method that he had yet to master.    

"A little. Quick... A bit … The medicinal strength... "They are dissipating..."    

With the warning from the other party, Chu Yan took note of the pills as he controlled the Spirit Boat to fly towards the stone wall below.    

As expected, he saw the color of the pill becoming lighter from top to bottom.    

Thus, Chu Yan did not hesitate and controlled the Spirit Boat to go to a cave on the ground. He stepped out, jumped into the stone wall, and after sitting down cross-legged, he put the Spirit Boat away and asked: "What do we do?"    

"Body... Give it to … "I …"    

This sounded a little strange.    

Chu Yan closed his eyes and let his consciousness sink.    

In the next moment, he felt a force taking over his body.    

"In the future … This way... This opportunity …. No …. More … Thus … Now you. Yes... No... "Use..."    

The other person said with Chu Yan's mouth.    

Then, Chu Yan saw the pellet in his Sea of Consciousness spinning faster and faster, almost turning into a ball of red light before exploding.    

Bang!    

At the same time as the red mist spread, Chu Yan could clearly feel that there was an obvious change in his soul.    

It was as if a piece of steel was fusing with an even purer form of fine steel, and was also being thoroughly tempered, perfectly fusing together.    

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