Therefore, no matter how strong a person's soul power is, he can't guarantee that he can withstand seven rounds, let alone eight or nine rounds.

Unless, this person's soul power surpasses the ancestral soul power.

However, the ancestral soul is a super strong tame in the history of the Taming Alliance, fusing the beast soul of an extremely strong natal beast, and performing a secret method before the death of the immortal, and the strange soul power left behind. Therefore, the power of the ancestral soul is the power of the fusion of the taming soul and the natal beast soul, and it is said that it is possible to leave the power of the ancestral soul only if it reaches the taming level at least the taming level.

Even tens of thousands of years before there can be a cultivator who can leave the power of the ancestral soul.

Therefore, if the soul power wants to surpass the power of the ancestral soul, at least it must have the soul power that surpasses the taming.

This kind of soul power is definitely a rare existence in the world, so it is almost impossible for the soul power to surpass the power of the ancestral soul when receiving the baptism of the ancestral soul.

Yan Lan listened intently to everyone's discussions, and couldn't help but be more curious about the baptism of the ancestral soul.

At this moment, another wave of monks came.

Yan Lan stared at it, and saw that the person at the head was a blue-robed emperor, with a high nose bridge, full of green hair, eyebrows like a sword, and a proud temperament, like a peerless king.

Behind this person, there were more than thirty monks, some of them were of the king level, and some of them were of the alliance Tianjiao.

However, there were two monks who were also the emperor, but they respectfully followed behind the head of the emperor, as if they were born inferior.

On the Beast Sea Square, the blue-haired emperor and the short-haired emperor saw this, and hurriedly turned around to greet them, and bowed their hands respectfully: "Welcome to the predecessors of the night desert." ”

Yan Lan saw that the original five emperors were all surrendered, and the rest of the kings Tianjiao and many members of the competition also bowed one after another.

Even Long Congzhi was respectful, even more respectful than when he saw Gong Mingxian before.

There are only a few members, looking blank and looking at each other, not knowing what to do, probably they are all members of the fringe states, and they don't know much about the central area of the Lion Country, just like Yan Lan.

The night desert taming emperor who was the leader waved his hand, and wrote lightly: "It's okay, hey, it's really troublesome, why is everyone respectful when they see this emperor, can't they let this emperor be low-key and indifferent?"

Yan Lan was stunned, the tone of this person's speech was really narcissistic.

Ye Mo came to the front of Yu Wusheng and the broken ruler Jinghong, and arched his hand casually: "The two great emperors, they look good, they must be proud of the spring breeze, and they are happy!"

Yan Lan was surprised to find that the broken ruler Jinghong actually bowed slightly, as a great emperor, he actually saluted an emperor.

Yu Wusheng said with a smile: "Ye Mo, you are really becoming more and more free and casual, no wonder you have always refused to attack the Great Taming Emperor, with your strength, you were the Great Eunuch a hundred years ago." ”

When Yan Lan heard this, he immediately understood why the broken ruler Jinghong would pay tribute to Ye Mo.

Ye Mo grinned and said: "The emperor and the emperor are just names, but the emperor is free, the emperor is not free, the emperor has no responsibility, he just wants to be free and happy." Hmm, the results of this emperor-taming competition should come out, which two are they, stand up and show the emperor. ”

Yan Lan smiled in her heart, although Ye Mo was narcissistic, but compared to the arrogant and rude Gong Mingxian, he didn't know how much better, so he immediately stood up and arched his hand: "Junior Yan Lan, meet Ye Mo and tame the emperor." ”

Long Congzhi also respectfully worshipped: "The younger generation Long Congzhi is the emperor of this session. ”

Ye Mo looked at Long Congzhi, smiled slightly, and said: "From it, this emperor already knows your name, like thunder, and you are famous." When I saw it today, I was really handsome and heroic. With your strength, you must be the first emperor of this session. ”

Long Congyi was stunned, not knowing how to refute.

The faces of the people around them were embarrassed, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

Ye Mo shrugged his eyebrows and raised his head and said, "What's the matter? Could it be that this emperor said something wrong?"

Yu Wusheng shook his head and smiled, and said: "Hehe, it is said that the eyes of the night desert emperor are like torches, golden mouths and jade teeth, and things are like gods, but I didn't expect that today, but I looked away, it's really rare to see." ”

Ye Mo blinked a few times and said lightly: "Oh? Could it be that this little guy named Yan Lan is the first emperor?"

Yu Wusheng nodded and said, "Haha, you're right." ”

Ye Mo took a slight breath, widened his eyes and said: "No, this emperor looks at the life wheel of this little guy, he is only about nineteen years old, and he has such ability, hehe, he really has the demeanor of this emperor back then." ”

Yu Wusheng nodded and said: "Of course, your original demeanor is unrivaled, and it is really rare for a thousand years." ”

Yu Wusheng looked at the puzzled people, and even Yan Lan frowned, and immediately said loudly: "You don't know, hehe, this Night Desert Emperor was the emperor hundreds of years ago, and he was the first emperor of that session. The most dazzling thing about him is that he has undergone the baptism of the seven rounds of ancestral souls. ”

"Seven rounds!"

Most of the people immediately widened their eyes and exclaimed.

They know that there are very few people who can withstand the seven wheels, and there are very few people in the history of the Taming Alliance.

Even Gong Mingxian only endured six rounds.

In other words, Ye Mo's talent is still above Gong Mingxian, and it also surpasses Long Congzhi, and even above Forgiveness Wusheng, he is an extremely rare person who has the soul talent of taming the alliance.

Ye Mo waved his hand again and said: "Motimoti, it was all hundreds of years ago, hey, let this emperor stand on the cusp again, and be worshiped by you, it's really troublesome, troublesome." ”

Yan Lan also took a deep breath, and his casual and informal personality made him quite impressed.

Especially Ye Mo's talent made Yan Lan feel even more surprised.

The most important thing is that Ye Mo actually looked down on the battle for fame and kept the title of taming the emperor, which is not something that ordinary people can do.

Yu Wusheng glanced at Ye Mo and said, "You guy, you haven't been serious all day long. This pavilion advises you, you should hurry up and sit in the position of the great emperor, and prepare to attack the tamer, otherwise, if you go out, you will only be an emperor, and others will look down on you. ”

Ye Mo smiled and shook his head and said: "It's okay, it's okay, others look down on the emperor, what's wrong? If you fight with the emperor, the emperor can pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, majestic, how happy." Hey, don't talk nonsense with the emperor, hurry up and baptize the ancestral soul. ”

Yu Wusheng nodded, and immediately rose into the air, pinching the trick with both hands, and chanting words in his mouth.

After ten breaths, the air currents of heaven and earth are turbulent, and the wind and clouds are unpredictable.

Immediately afterward, the clouds of the sky converged in front of the body.

Soon after, a giant beast was formed.

The giant beast couldn't see its form clearly, and its body shape was uncertain, but it burst out with a strong ferocity, making everyone feel awe and dare not blaspheme.

Yan Lan looked at the giant beast in astonishment, as if looking up at the gods, and the thought of reverence couldn't help but welling up in his soul. (To be continued.) )