At this moment, everyone in the Beast Sea Square is looking forward to it, and after the sixth round is over, someone will definitely choose to give up. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After all, the laws of history are difficult to break, and it is extremely rare to have two people withstand six rounds at the same time. If two people endure seven rounds at the same time, it will simply make the previous emperors ashamed.

Just as everyone was waiting nervously, a figure flew out of the huge mouth.

Everyone stared at it, and immediately saw that it was the figure of Long Congzhi.

The dragon staggered to the ground, slightly staggering, but his complexion was not the pale that had been exhausted, but slightly red, as if he had been nourished by the power of the ancestral soul.

Long Congzhi just wanted to speak, but he sat down, and immediately crossed his knees to concentrate and recuperate his soul.

"Huh, Long Congzhi is really a Tianjiao that is rare in a hundred years, and after bearing six rounds, the benefits must be quite huge. ”

"Yan Lan is really as I expected, he will endure seven rounds, seven rounds, that is a realm that only a handful of supreme Tianjiao can achieve. ”

“......”

Broken ruler Jinghong nodded slightly, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

Yu Wusheng looked up, his expression full of satisfaction and excitement.

Ye Mo raised his sword eyebrows and said with a smile: "Huhu, this little guy is really powerful, it seems that he wants to level the demeanor of the emperor back then." Hey, finally someone can share the respect of others for the emperor, it's really interesting to think about. ”

The blue-haired emperor didn't dare to gasp, the palace Mingxian who was high in his mind finally surpassed it today, and it was a big leap, which made him more and more worried about his previous contempt and arrogance.

If Yan Lan must be compared, then the blue-haired emperor will definitely not have a good life in the future.

After a while, Yu Wusheng said aloud again: "The seventh round of ancestral soul baptism, begin!"

Yan Lan's heart sank, and the depths of his huge throat were like a roar of raging waves, gushing out with unparalleled power, ravaging his soul frantically.

At this moment, Yan Lan finally felt a powerful pain, as if his soul had been torn apart, and it was like ten thousand ants devouring him, and he was miserable.

"How much suffering can I suffer, how much blessing I can enjoy, this round of ancestral soul baptism, no matter what, I have to hold on. ”

Yan Lan clenched her teeth and let that power surge in her soul.

After about six incense sticks, the power of the ancestral soul withdrew like a low tide.

Yan Lan's body shook a little, sweating profusely, and the whole person was steaming as if he had just come out of the steamer.

Yan Lan looked at the soul root, which had expanded to seventy percent, and because it was not filled with soul power, it seemed a little vain.

But this is not the vanity of the foundation, but the vanity of the temporary lack of soul power.

Yan Lan muttered: "Fortunately, with the Thunder Soul Suppression Soul, I can withstand the seven rounds of Ancestral Soul Baptism. It is no wonder that there are very few people who have endured the seven wheels in history, such severe pain, and the huge power of rage, even if they can endure severe pain, the soul will not be able to withstand the power of the ancestral soul and collapse. Whew, it's the eighth round ......"

Yan Lan's gaze shone with a sharp and resolute light.

On the Beast Sea Square, everyone looked up at the giant beast's mouth, and the noise began to spread lowly.

"It's strange, why can't Yan Lan come down, he shouldn't be stunned!"

"Probably he'll need a good rest before he can get his strength down. ”

"It must be so, the dragon will bear six rounds from it, and he will almost collapse, and Yan Lan will bear seven rounds and must be on the verge of losing his strength. ”

“......”

Tu Jin opened his mouth wide, and he suddenly had a feeling that Yan Lan would not stop at the seventh round.

"Crazy, big crazy, this guy is really going crazy...... Oh, and drive me crazy, too!"

Tu Jin muttered in a low voice, and the whole person looked extremely sluggish.

Shi Baojun blinked his eyes and said, "No, it's time for Yan Lan to come down, how can there be no movement, Lord Ge, did Yan Lan faint?"

Shi Quan took a deep breath and said softly, "Yan Lan...... Do you want to make it to the eighth round?"

As soon as these words came out, a deep inhalation came from the entire Beast Sea Square.

Meipuzhou Hu Jingran shook his head vigorously and said: "No, it's impossible, eight rounds, only one person in history can reach it, Yan Lan can withstand seven rounds, he is already amazing." If he hits the eight wheels, how will we live?"

Tu Jin muttered: "Let's not forget that in the process of the battle for taming the emperor, many people also said similar things, and as a result, Yan Lan created a new historical record with incredible results. Though...... It's hard for me to believe that Yan Lan will impact the eight wheels, this is too demonic, my little heart can't stand it, Hu Jingran, lend me your shoulder to help me. ”

Broken Ruler Jinghong was slightly surprised for a moment, and then laughed softly again.

Ye Mo stared at Yu Wusheng with wide eyes, and coughed lightly: "Master Ge, don't sell Guanzi, what is the situation with Yan Lan, tell us quickly." This little guy, shouldn't he be satisfied with the same glory as the emperor, and want to overshadow the emperor, right? Huhu, now it's okay, the emperor will definitely be much quieter in the future, Yanlan, that little guy, hehe, will be annoyed to death by you......"

Yu Wusheng kept laughing and silent, and after ten breaths, the corners of his mouth curled, and said: "Yan Lan didn't faint, nor did he give up, it seems that he wants to hit the eighth round." ”

"What!"

The square resounded with a chorus of horror.

The blue-haired tamer said, "This ...... Is this kid going to die?"

The short-haired tamer glared and said, "Although this kid has a unique talent, he ...... But the impact of eight rounds is too shocking. ”

In the distance, Gong Ming looked at Yan Lan from afar, his eyes were cold, and he was unwilling.

Among all the emperors, the person Gong Mingxian admires the most is the night desert. Only when he saw the Night Desert Taming Emperor would he lower his arrogant head.

But now, a Yan Lan suddenly appeared, not only suppressed the limelight of his palace Mingxian, but now there was also the light that covered his idol Ye Mo, which was unbearable and unwilling.

Shi Baojun shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Hey, that's it, I won't say anything, Yan Lan, this guy, can't be inferred with common sense at all." You haven't seen Yan Lan break the records of the Emperor Taming Competition, it's effortless, and I can't wait to die in the Beast Palace. ”

Ye Mo held his chin and said, "According to what you say, Yan Lan is really not simple." It seems that the emperor's limelight is difficult to keep. Hey, will there be a day in the future when the emperor misses the feeling of being in the spotlight?"

Yu Wusheng smiled and said loudly: "The eighth round of ancestral soul baptism, begin!"

When Yan Lan heard this, he stomped his feet violently, and his entire soul completely relaxed, and only used the thunder soul to guard the last sanity to ensure that he would not pass out.

"Roaring ......"

A long low roar came from the depths of the giant mouth, as if from the mouth of an old man who had been vicissitudes of eternity, with a hint of approval, a hint of admiration, and a hint of joy.

"Buzz!"

Yan Lan suddenly felt dizzy, because of the thunder soul guarding, he left a trace of clarity, and suddenly found that his soul root was actually in the form of a mist, and it was actually torn apart by the power of the ancestral soul. (To be continued.) )