The sky is still dark and the environment is still dead. It is extremely matched with Ye Qian and the other two at this time.

Ye Qian was busy practicing and understanding the true meaning of the soul control. The demon flame was busy healing his wounds and his face turned pale. At this time, Ye Qian's soul appeared two upper bodies, one for Ye Qian, and the other for an old man with white hair and beard. The connection part was Ye Qian's abdomen, the place that was penetrated by Ye Qian's attack.

"Boy, your blow is so fierce. With my deep spiritual attainment, I can't get rid of you for a while." The old man's tone revealed helplessness. Although he did not successfully assimilate Ye Qian's soul, he felt regretful, but now he only wants to get rid of Ye Qian.

"Are you a descendant of the Ghost Emperor?" Ye Qian closed his eyes and was still pondering the soul control in his mind repeatedly, but he had just entered the soul, but he could not catch the key points.

The old man showed a mysterious smile, "Boy, if I hadn't seen your soul the most I have seen in my life, and had a heart of love for talent, even if I really died, I would not have passed it to you. If it was not suitable, even if this set of martial arts disappeared into the long river of history from now on, I would not want anyone to bury it."

"Anyway, you have already passed on the martial arts to me and you can also give me your cultivation experience."

"Different people will cultivate different effects in this set of martial arts. What I practice is my way. If you want to inherit my way, then I don't mind accepting you as your disciple."

"Tao? What is my Tao?" Ye Qian opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with confusion. The last time he was confused was when he learned the news of Ye Yinglian's death. That time, he was confused by the choice between life and death.

"Boy, countless people are confused about this problem. You are just one of these countless people. Do you know why so many people did not appear until the half-step imperial Taoist map? That's because they are confused about their own Tao, and they can't find their own way. There is even an emperor who, until he becomes an emperor, is still full of uncertainty about his own Tao, and even hated by his tribe members. He did not understand whether his own decision was right or wrong until the end."

"You are talking about the Ghost Emperor. I have read the documents about him. Most people don't seem to be grateful to the Ghost Emperor. Even if the Ghost Emperor makes the world remember the Ghost Emperor deeply, a race with a very small number." Ye Qian stopped practicing and even input the energy in his body into his soul, so that his soul and the old man's soul could be clearly distinguished.

The effect of doing this is very obvious. The old man's speed of leaving Ye Qian's soul is significantly accelerated, but the process continued for nearly an hour.

An hour later, the image of an old man with white hair and beard floated in the air, but his abdomen was a hole that pierced from front to back.

"Little guy, it's very good. Your soul strength, coupled with the soul control, will be of limitless future achievements. Hahaha, I'm leaving first, I wish you good luck." The old man said, and slowly drifted away. There was no speed of lightning like a strong man.

The demon flame struggled to get up, and the pain from the soul made him unable to adapt. The pain made him pale and his body trembled. He had never experienced this pain, but he didn't know that Ye Qian was feeling it every moment.

"Ye Qian, your soul wound doesn't hurt?" Mo Yan said with difficulty. If he hadn't been really curious, he really didn't want to speak.

"It hurts, but I'm used to it." Ye Qian said indifferently. But Mo Yan thought it didn't hurt so much, so he ignored it. But he didn't know that Ye Qian's pain was much deeper than his.

"Hiss, this soul injury is really tormenting. If I meet someone now, I'm afraid I can't even exert half of my strength." The demon flame slowly walked towards Ye Qian. He only knew the pain, but he didn't know where it hurt. The pain was from the inside out.

"Hold on, this soul injury is not bad, and I will get an imperial-level martial art." Ye Qian's soul stood up, flew to Ye Qian's body, and instantly integrated, "I can't understand this martial art to you later, so I can only do it step by step."

"Imperial level martial arts? Wherever there." The demon flame instantly forgot the pain and rushed to Ye Qian in two steps, with excitement in his eyes.

"Yuhun, I don't know if you have heard of it."

"I haven't heard of it."

"Yes, after all, it's such an ancient thing." Ye Qian slowly stood up, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes. "You may not have heard of the Soul-Rewarding Soul, but you must have heard of the Ghost Emperor and the Ghost Clan. Soul-Rewarding Soul is the Ghost Emperor's Emperor's Emperor's martial arts. You should have heard of it just now. Different people will practice different effects. It will definitely be no harm to learn it."

"Aren't you afraid that he will lie to you?"

"Just just now, my soul and I were one. I could feel it. I could feel it. What he said was true that he didn't want to bury this martial arts." Ye Qian's smile reopened, trying to copy the soul in his mind on the jade slip, but found that whenever he wanted to write, he forgot the content of the martial arts and couldn't remember a word, "It seems that only those who he agrees with can see it. Then your injury will be in vain." Ye Qian said, patting the depressed magic flame, laughing.

"Ah, heaven, play with me." The demon flame roared to the sky, but there was nothing he could do. He believed in fate, believed in heaven, and felt that everything was destined by heaven, and he believed that people could disobey the laws of heaven, but there would definitely be no good ending.

He wanted to become an emperor not to go against the heavens, but to follow the heavens. He always believed that the emperor was still within the jurisdiction of the way of heaven.

He felt that since God didn't want him to get it, it was because the fate had not come.

"I have a lot of pills on my body, but I don't have a single one to cure soul injuries. You can only take care of it slowly." Ye Qian spread his hands and looked at the exaggerated appearance of the demon flame with amusement.

"Wow, my god, are you really playing with me?" Mo Yan was really crying and without tears. He thought that Ye Qian had so many pills on his body and so severe soul wounds, there must be many pills for treating soul wounds. But he didn't know that it was because Ye Qian's soul wounds were too serious that taking a lot of pills for treating soul wounds was a waste, and Yao Yun and Danqing simply did not prepare for Ye Qian.

"Don't complain about God. If you don't agree, just fight him." Ye Qian said with a smile, unable to tell whether it was serious or joking.

"Fighting with the sky? That dust destined to be history, and even fame cannot be left behind. I want people in this world, people in the next world, and people in every life to know that there was once a person named Magic Flame, even if it was notorious."

"Do you go against the heavens? Xiu Yuan, if you think you are following the heavens, he will be following the heavens. If you think he is going against the heavens and changing his destiny, he will be against the heavens. What is the heavenly way? Whether it is forward or reverse, it is up to you. If one day, Demon Flame, if you think you are no longer following the heavens, then your previous way will be completely overturned."
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