Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 3994: Rapidly growing stronger



As a prodigy of the Holy Land, he had actually been beaten to the point of screaming for help? This was too laughable.

However, this was the only thing Bai Wenxuan could do at this moment. If someone else entered, they might be able to save his life. Moreover, even if he alerted the Yin souls here, it would be good. Taking advantage of the chaos, he would be able to escape.

Ling Han was neither angry nor happy. He leaped out, and he had already caught up to Bai Wenxuan, his fists attacking furiously.

Originally, he had only wanted to take the first place in a low-key manner, and then cultivate the precious technique with Chi Menghan. Then, he would return home. From now onwards, the eternal burial of Ding Yi had nothing to do with him.

But this Bai Wenxuan was determined to trifle with him, and even wanted to kill him.

Then there was nothing more to say. If you want to kill me, you can go die first.

Bai Wenxuan resisted with all his might. There was great terror in his heart, because Ling Han didn't use Destructive Energy, which put a huge psychological pressure on him.

Xiu, xiu, xiu! Right at this moment, seven Yin souls appeared. When they saw Ling Han and Bai Wenxuan, they were like sharks that had smelt blood, and they could feel that they were glowing with excitement.

To Ling Han and the others, Yin souls could nourish their souls, but vice versa, living souls were also a rare tonic for them.

Without the slightest pause, they pounced over.

However, their abilities were too low.

They were either Foundation Building Tier or Cauldron Forging Tier, and there wasn't even a single Core Formation Tier.

Ling Han finally channeled the Destructive Energy. He didn't want to drag things out any longer.

Boom, his fists danced, and the seven Yin souls that had rushed over all collapsed in an instant. The remaining power did not diminish, and landed on Bai Wenxuan's fist. Destructive Energy wreaked havoc, and his right fist instantly disappeared, then spread out along his arm, instantly destroying his entire right arm.

Bai Wenxuan screamed in pain. However, with a shake of his body, his right arm instantly surged out again. It was as if nothing had happened, but it could be seen that his body had clearly dimmed and become slightly transparent.

He could regrow a lost limb even when he wasn't a Saint?n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Of course not. However, Bai Wenxuan wasn't a physical body right now, and he was only a soul. Thus, he could change his appearance however he wanted.

Losing his soul was still a loss, so his soul had become dimmer and more transparent. In fact, it had even become smaller.

Yet Ling Han felt a sense of familiarity. There was energy being absorbed by him, causing his soul to become slightly stronger.

Among it, there were seven Yin souls, and a portion of it came from Bai Xuanxuan. One of his arms had been destroyed, and in truth, he had lost a portion of his soul.

However, Bai Wenxuan didn't dare to say another word, and he hurriedly continued to flee.

Just now, he had finally exchanged blows with the Destructive Energy. This allowed him to deeply experience just how terrifying this kind of high-level energy could be.

He was completely outmatched!

Without the protection of the physical body, the soul was too fragile in front of such high- level energy.

When he left here and returned to his physical body, just see how he would deal with Ling Han.

At that time, his advantage in cultivation level would be fully displayed. After all, Ling Han was only in the early stage of the Core Formation Tier, so there was no way he could rival him.

Just you wait, he would definitely get his revenge.

"You don't have such an opportunity," Ling Han said coldly. He unleashed his murderous aura, forcing Bai Wenxuan to dodge. He caught up to him, and with a furious punch, the Destructive Energy surged. It was too effective against the soul.

"No!" Bai Wenxuan roared in fury. He was the heir of the Holy Land, and was on the level of Dao Child. In future, it was very possible that he would inherit the inheritance of the Holy Land, and could hold the Saint Tool in his hands, looking down on the universe.

Furthermore, his cultivation level was superior to Ling Han's. If he was killed like this, he would not be resigned. He would be too aggrieved.

Ling Han didn't say anything. In his eyes, Bai Wenxuan was already a dead man, so there was no need to waste his breath.

Hong, hong, hong! Under his furious attacks, Bai Wenxuan continued to lose limbs, and his soul became smaller and smaller, and dimmer.

"No! No! No!" Bai Wenxuan screamed. He could already foresee death.

This very quickly became reality. His spirit had completely died out, turning into pure energy of heaven and earth. A sliver of it was absorbed by Ling Han, strengthening his spirit.

"Killing someone would allow one to become stronger. Just thinking about it is truly terrifying. If the conditions permit, wouldn't one be able to cultivate their soul to the level of the Venerate Tier or even Saint Tier in an extremely short amount of time?"

"There is nothing in this world that can reap without sowing. To improve so quickly, there would definitely be disadvantages."

"I can't be greedy and insatiable. Every time I improve, I have to turn around to see if there are hidden dangers left in my soul."

Ling Han said to himself. This kind of method of becoming stronger would really cause one to become obsessed. It was too simple. He only needed to kill.

He naturally would not stop. For the moment, he had not seen any disadvantages. He naturally would not miss out on such an alluring method of improvement.

Bai Wenxuan had already completely dissipated, and his soul had returned to heaven and earth. Even if his physical body was not the slightest bit injured, it was eternally impossible

for him to wake up.

Ling Han continued to advance, hunting Yin souls.

After walking for a while, he discovered that there was a large group of Yin souls that were presently forming a group and heading in a certain direction. Though this group was not very organized, it was a dense mass, and at a glance, he was still filled with shock.

What was going on here?

Previously, though Ling Han had also encountered a considerable number of Yin souls, all of them were like lonely ghosts that would only wander in a certain area, but now, it was clearly different. It was like an army had been summoned, and was presently gathering towards the

battlefield.

However, there were so many Yin souls.

Ling Han's eyes practically lit up - if he really had eyes now. He immediately charged out.

If there were others here, they would discover that Ling Han was like a moth flying into a flame, or like a sheep entering a pack of tigers, charging into the vast army of Yin souls when

he himself was incredibly tiny..

However, in the next instant, Ling Han exploded.

He brandished his fists, and Destructive Energy surged madly. Yin souls fell one after another, reaping as if they were straws.

However, the yin soul soldiers did not have intelligence. Though the yin soul soldiers near him were very afraid of the Destructive Energy, the yin soul soldiers in the distance only smelt the sweet temptation of a living soul, and were still endlessly squeezing over. Thus, Ling Han didn't need to chase after them at all. He only needed to stand where he was and brandish his fists. Naturally, there would be a large number of yin souls charging over for

him to kill.

Every time he killed one, his soul would become slightly stronger, and the rate at which he killed was really too fast. The speed at which his soul became stronger was also astonishingly fast. It was definitely more terrifying than eating natural treasures.

After battling for a long time, Ling Han was finally worried that there would be disadvantages. Thus, he charged out of the siege, and fled into the distance.

The Yin souls were in pursuit, but after chasing for a while, these Yin souls stopped, and returned to their original course, continuing their journey.

Ling Han sat down cross-leggedly, and began to expel the impurities in his soul.

He had clearly only battled for half a day, but he had killed too many Yin souls. His soul fragments had also become very heterogeneous, causing him to feel like he had lost himself. He wanted to keep fighting, just for the sake of becoming stronger.

How terrifying.

Ling Han spent a whole four days' time, and only then did he manage to turn his soul back to a

pure and transparent state.

All right, he would go again.