Martial God Sovereign

Chapter 033 Soul Pressure

Han Yu ran the Canglong Jue and began to consolidate his cultivation. It was midnight when the vitality in his body subsided, and he stood up, and suddenly there was a crackling sound.

As soon as Han Yu thought, vitality gushed from the dantian, flowing through the eight channels of odd meridians, and attached to the surface of his fist. The thickness of vitality has grown to several tens of times that of Yuanwu's sixth time.

What made Han Yu most pleased was that as his cultivation level improved, the black qi spit out from the black dragon also increased greatly. Han Yu punched out casually, and his power increased by about 50%. If you use a dragon-shaped fist, at least it can increase your power by 60%. And because of the sharp increase in black energy, mixed with Han Yu's vitality, his vitality looked gray.

Han Yu regained his vitality, spit out a suffocating breath, and turned his head to see that Xiaojiao had already swallowed the elixir and was asleep. It seems that the little guy has nothing but to sleep besides eating.

Han Yu just broke through, feeling refreshed, not at all sleepy, and simply took out the box.

"With the improvement of my realm, my soul power has also been strengthened. Can I fully open the box and see the contents inside?" Han Yu is a little expectant. Since getting the box, he has never seen the contents inside. And after this time of contact, Han Yu felt that the things in the box were absolutely extraordinary.

Just as Han Yu was about to open the box, a slight voice suddenly came from outside. The voice was at least a hundred meters away, and it was very faint, and most people couldn't even notice it, but Han Yu had already cultivated the power of the soul, and he was extremely sensitive.

The voice was slowly approaching, and there was a sense of unconsciousness.

Han Yu immediately realized what was wrong, hid the box, rolled over, and got under the bed. Now that the Han family and the Yang family have reached the point where their swords are drawn, it is hard not to guarantee that the Yang family will attack the Han family at night, which is not good for them.

"Crack!"

The door was opened, and a foot in black shoes stepped in, almost covering the toes with a long black trench coat. Although he didn't see the person's appearance, Han Yu was certain that he was not from the Han family, and could not help holding his breath, clenching his fists tightly.

This person stopped three meters before Han Yu's bed. Han Yu tried to see the person's appearance, but was blocked from seeing.

"Come out!" Just then, a cold voice sounded. As soon as the sound rang, it seemed that the temperature in the entire space was dropping rapidly, and he shivered involuntarily in the small corner of the bed.

Han Yu was dumbfounded and couldn't help taking a deep breath. This voice was not unfamiliar, and it was the man in the black robe who was at the MoMA Guild at noon today. Han Yu had a bad feeling before, and he didn't expect to come in so soon.

Now that he was discovered, Han Yu simply went out. This was a man covered in black robe, with only one pair of eyes exposed, shining with cold light, and it was the black robe man from the Morma Guild.

The black-robed man suddenly shot out two surprised rays of light, and said unbelievably: "You actually refined all the lower-grade spirit orbs?"

The black-robed man felt Han Yu's growing breath from Han Yu's body, and he had seen the broken stones on the table. Obviously the lower-grade spirit orb had been taken out by Han Yu, and he did not feel the lower-grade spirit orb. So I guessed that the spirit orb was refined by Han Yu.

But it has only been more than ten hours since Han Yu got the stone. Even if he is as strong as him, it is impossible to refine a low-grade spirit orb in such a short period of time. The sixth layer of Yuanwu in Han Yu District, how is it? Did it?

However, the black-robed people soon discovered that something was wrong. With Han Yu's strength, even if he could refine the lower-grade spirit orbs in such a short period of time, so much energy would be enough to blow up Han Yu.

The black-robed man's gaze couldn't help but swept to the small corner lying on the bed, and a thoughtful color flashed in his eyes.

Han Yu was also extremely surprised. With the power of his soul, he could only tell that there were treasures in the cyan stone, but he could not accurately determine that it was a low-grade spirit orb. The black robe man only glanced at the cyan stone and saw the inside. It is a low-grade spirit pearl. This shows that the black robe man has not only cultivated the power of the soul, but also very strong, at least far surpassing Han Yu.

There is no one who has cultivated the power of the soul, and the strength of the black robe made Han Yu feel boundless pressure.

The most important thing is that the black-robed man has already seen the bottom of the cyan stone and gave the stone to Han Yu. Now he ran to find Han Yu. What is his purpose?

Han Yu took a deep breath, resisting the shock in his heart, and asked, "I wonder if the seniors are visiting late at night, what's the point?"

The black-robed man took his gaze back, apparently thinking it was the little horn who swallowed the lower-grade spirit orb. When he looked at Han Yu again, a sudden invisible pressure rushed to Han Yu like a tide.

"Soul pressure?" Han Yu was shocked. This kind of pressure was not effective on the body, but it caused a sharp pain in his soul. Han Yu used his soul power to resist. It is a pity that although Han Yu has cultivated soul power, he has not practiced the soul-type cultivation secrets, so that the control of his own soul power cannot reach the point of handy, and the black-robed man's The pressure of the soul was too strong. In just three breaths of time, Han Yu felt dizzy and slumped to the ground.

Just when Han Yu was about to fall asleep, the constant pressure of the soul suddenly disappeared, Han Yu couldn't help gasping for breath, his whole body was wet with cold sweat. The pressure of the soul makes killing invisible. If the black-robed man wants to kill him, he might be dead.

"Sure enough, the power of the soul has been cultivated, but it is too weak!" The black robe man's voice sounded coldly.

Han Yu didn't speak, the black robe man came to him, the first thing was to test his soul power, obviously there was another plan. Even if he didn't ask, the black-robed man would say it.

Suddenly, a chill came from the sleeves of the black-robed man and poured on Han Yu's body. The exhaustion of Han Yu's body disappeared instantly, and even his slumbering soul couldn't help but shake it.

Han Yu stood up and bowed deeply to the black-robed man: "Thank you senior for not killing!"

You have to be grateful if you don't kill. Han Yu only feels greasy, but Han Yu still understands the reason that people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

"Well, kid, I am very optimistic about you!" The black robe man nodded and said.

Han Yu was taken aback, wondering what the black robe man meant.

With a wave of the black-robed man's sleeve, a black-skinned book fell on the table. From the beginning to the end, his hands were not exposed, as if shy.

Han Yu's gaze couldn't help being attracted by the books on the table, and the four words "Soul Transformation Dafa" were written on the cover of the book.

Black Robe Humanity: "This is a secret book for cultivating the power of the soul. If you practice according to the above methods, your soul power will skyrocket, and you can better control your soul power!"

When the black-robed man showed the pressure of the soul just now, he could see that although Han Yu had cultivated the power of the soul, he did not have a systematic method of cultivation, so that he could not control his soul power well.

Han Yu looked at the black-robed man in astonishment. There is no one in all who can cultivate the power of the soul, and the secret book of soul cultivation is the supreme treasure. Looking at Jingzhou, there are countless martial arts secrets, but there are few secrets for soul cultivation. Even the Han family, who has passed on for thousands of years, has no secrets to cultivate souls.