"Broken soul roots?"

Yan Lan was shocked in his heart, because he had experienced the destruction of the spiritual root before, so he was extremely worried.

After an instant, Yan Lan felt that the soul root was spinning wildly, as if a hand was stirring desperately, and at the same time, the larger the base became, the whole soul rotated with it.

Yan Lan only felt that the whole person seemed to be trapped in the turbulence of time and space, his consciousness was extremely confused, and even his will began to fade away.

"Thunder Soul...... Soul Suppression!"

Yan Lan tried his best to maintain the last trace of clarity, and immediately tried his best to mobilize the power of the soul element.

Zilin also roared again and again, wanting to use the beast soul to help Yan Lan, but Yan Lan refused.

Because, it is not yet the final moment, and the Purple Lin Beast Soul is the last soul defense.

The strong feeling of dizziness lasted for a full half an hour before the power of the ancestral soul gradually receded.

During this period, everyone in the beast sea square raised their heads and looked at the mouth of the giant beast, without saying a word, as if they had been taken to their senses by the giant beast.

Yu Wusheng's eyes were sharp, and his eyes flashed with a strong expectation.

It has been countless years since the League was tamed, and no one has been born with a single brilliant figure.

Although Gong Mingxian is talented, and Long Congzhi is also young and extraordinary, he is still only bright, and he can't reach the dazzling level, and he is even slightly inferior to Ye Mo.

The Taming Alliance needs an earth-shattering figure too much, and it needs a peak powerhouse to guard it too much to overwhelm the Dan Weapon Alliance and the Kendo Alliance.

The three alliances have been competing for a long time, but so far no one has really overwhelmed anyone, and almost all of them are in a stalemate.

In every alliance, at a given time, there will be glorious figures, but there will also be a period of time when there are no special people, all of whom are ordinary.

Now, Yan Lan is actually able to withstand the baptism of eight rounds of ancestral souls, which is the second person in countless years.

The three-wheeled competition for taming the emperor may be the power of the soul.

But the baptism of the ancestral soul is undoubtedly the soul talent of the competition, no matter how strong the soul power is, it is not stronger than the power of the ancestral soul.

When the eighth round of ancestral soul baptism was coming to an end, the entire Beast Sea Square was so silent that there was almost no one left.

In the mouth of the behemoth.

Yan Lan exhaled heavily, looked inside the soul, and found that the broken soul root had been restored to its original state, but the soul root was even larger, almost doubling in size.

In other words, Yan Lan's soul root at this time is twice as large as the original, which is an extremely terrifying concept, if Yan Lan is allowed to expand the soul root by himself, if he wants to achieve such an achievement, I don't know how much energy it will take.

Even if you rely on your own perseverance to achieve it, there is a limit to your soul after all, and it will collapse if you are not careful.

Yan Lan shouted magic in his heart, and for a while, he was a little overwhelmed, because he couldn't figure out what kind of principle the ancestral soul power was to achieve such a strange effect.

This harvest is really too great, and the ancestors of the Taming Alliance who can leave the baptism of the ancestral soul must all be people who have cultivated to the sky.

Yan Lan smiled slightly, and just wanted to leave, but he fell to the ground heavily.

"What's going on? My soul, my body, is so out of sync that I can barely control my body. If I can't control my body, then how can I go through the ninth round of ancestral soul baptism?"

When Yan Lan was frightened, Zilin rolled a few times and said, "Lan, don't forget that the souls of you and me are fused together, my strength is your strength, and my body is your body; as long as you want, your strength can also be my power, your body, or my body." In the ninth round, let me help you!"

Yan Lan blinked, and suddenly realized that Zilin was right, although he was the master of Zilin, when he was in charge of Zilin, he was not like taming a fierce beast, forcibly holding the soul seal, but in the way of soul melting.

If it is said that the soul of the average beast master is a hundred levels higher than the soul of the beast master, then Yan Lan's soul is only half a level higher than Zilin.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for ordinary beasts to control their master's body in turn.

However, as long as Yan Lan is willing, Zilin can control his body.

Yan Lan nodded helplessly and said, "Zilin, the ninth round depends on you, my body, you can use it!"

Zilin tossed excitedly a few times, and immediately urged the beast soul, and immediately after, Yan Lan's body stood up.

If there were outsiders, they would find that Yan Lan's body was filled with an extremely vast ancient power, as if it was about to burn surgingly, and it was unprecedentedly strong.

At this moment, even the Ancestral Soul Giant Beast's huge body trembled violently.

Yan Lan smiled bitterly: "Zilin, restrain your breath a little, it's too scary." ”

Zilin shook Yan Lan's head and said, "Hehe, okay." ”

Yan Lan's body twisted suddenly, and the desolate aura immediately converged, which was basically difficult to detect.

At this moment, on the Beast Sea Square.

The crowd still tilted their heads and stared at the location of the mouth of the giant beast.

Yu Wusheng muttered: "The eighth round of ancestral soul baptism has ended, Yan Lan ......"

Immediately afterward, Yu Wusheng sensed that a strange power burst out of Yan Lan's body, like a storm crashing on the shore, which made him feel terrified.

At the same time, the Ancestral Soul Giant Beast, which was originally immovable, shook its huge body a few times, as if an invisible giant force was pushing the Ancestral Soul Giant Beast.

Yu Wusheng didn't dare to continue, because he instinctively felt that the power was really terrifying, as if if he said it, he would reveal the secret of heaven.

When everyone heard the words of the forgiveness of Wusheng, they all did not understand what it meant to forgive the lifeless.

Shi Baojun shrugged his eyebrows and said, "Lord Ge, this time, Yan Lan must have fainted!"

Yu Wusheng did not answer, still constricting his pupils, looking at the mouth of the giant beast, and the whole person fell into great contemplation.

Ye Mo touched the bridge of his nose and said, "What does the old man of the pardon pavilion mean? Anyway, that little guy of Yan Lan passed the eight rounds of ancestral soul baptism, becoming the second person in the history of this alliance to receive the eight rounds of ancestral soul baptism, and he also successfully covered the light of this emperor. Hey, what's going on, how could the emperor suddenly feel an inexplicable sense of loss, hey, could it be that the emperor is used to being touted by you, and he can't adapt to the feeling of myth shattering all of a sudden?"

When everyone heard Ye Mo talking to himself, their hearts were extremely complicated.

In the history of the Taming Alliance, there have been countless amazing and brilliant characters, but only one person has been baptized by the eight rounds of ancestral souls.

Yan Lan is the second, although I don't know if Yan Lan is still awake at the moment, but in any case, Yan Lan has endured eight rounds after all, even if he bears it in a coma, he can't deprive him of this fact.

Tu Jin muttered: "Yan Lan hasn't come out yet, probably fainted." ”

Hu Jingran nodded and said: "It must be so, if you want to withstand the ninth round, it is really incredible, no matter how strong Yan Lan's talent is, he will not be able to surpass all the ancestors of the Taming Alliance." ”

The rest of the crowd nodded their heads one after another, agreeing with Hu Jingran's statement.

At this moment, the forgiveness of life, who had been silent, opened his lips and teeth: "The ninth round of ancestral soul baptism, begin!" (To be continued.) )