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An extremely domineering force instantly erupted in Ye Ling's body.
If Ye Ling's body had not been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations, he would have exploded and died the moment he absorbed the soul ring.
But even though he forcibly withstood the first wave of soul ring power, his body still trembled uncontrollably.
The tyranny of this 200,000-year-old golden Behemoth far exceeded his imagination!
Even the Ice Emperor's 400,000-year-old spirit ring was far less powerful than this 200,000-year-old spirit ring!
Especially this golden Behemoth was found and killed inexplicably.
The resentment in its heart was naturally imaginable. Therefore, even its spirit ring was filled with a strong resentment!
This is somewhat different from the second generation Blue Silver Emperor a few days ago.
The second generation Blue Silver Emperor was forcibly catalyzed by Ye Ling to a hundred thousand years, and its own plant-type soul ring was also easier to absorb.
"I possess several hundred thousand year soul rings and have cultivated the 'Nine Transformations of the Witch God' to the fourth level. Am I really afraid of a dead thing like you?"
Ye Ling was furious.
The blood and soul power in the body combined and turned into a fist, which fiercely smashed towards the violent power of the Golden Behemoth Soul Ring.
boom!
A dull sound like thunder suddenly rang out from within Ye Ling's body.
Dark golden blood spurted out of Ye Ling's pores in the form of mist.
Wherever it passed, even the surrounding gravel was shaken up by this force, making bursts of air-breaking sounds.
The meridians in Ye Ling's body were constantly broken by these two forces, and then quickly healed under the treatment of the Immortal Green Emperor's right leg bone.
"Okay, great, come again!"
Ye Ling felt that every part of his body was painful, but also every part of his body was comfortable!
The energy of the Golden Behemoth was dissipated a lot by Ye Ling's punch, but it condensed into shape again in just a moment.
Ye Ling's second punch fell with a bang.
The third punch! The fourth punch! The fifth punch!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of muffled sounds exploded from Ye Ling's body, causing Leng Yulai's brows to twitch when he heard it.
Leng Yulai had never seen or even heard of someone using his body as a battlefield to absorb spirit rings.
Ye Ling was no longer able to care about the situation inside his body. The two feelings of severe pain and comfort continued to stimulate his numb nerves.
He just mechanically gathered the energy in his body, and then turned it into a fist to bombard the energy of the Golden Behemoth's 200,000-year-old soul ring.
This energy was constantly compressed under Ye Ling's hammer, and its volume was gradually decreasing.
Every punch Ye Ling throws will cause the soul ring's energy to overflow.
This excess energy will also be completely refined by the "Nine Transformations of the Witch God" and integrated into Ye Ling's flesh, blood and meridians.
As one thing grew, the other diminished, and the energy of this soul ring, which was condensed from the Golden Behemoth's 200,000 years of cultivation, became less and less.
Finally, it completely merged into Ye Ling's body.
At the same time, it was as if I had received a summons.
A complete dark golden left arm bone flew out from the body of the Golden Behemoth and merged into Ye Ling's left arm.
"There is still enough energy to absorb the spirit bone. It seems that the young pavilion master will have no problem absorbing the spirit ring this time."
Leng Yulai let out a long breath.
It's no wonder she was nervous. For a good person, absorbing a spirit ring is like getting into a fight!
The moment the soul bone entered his body, Ye Ling's momentum soared again!
The only two remaining golden runes on Ye Ling's martial soul left his body and slowly merged into the soul ring that was taking shape under his feet.
A deep yellow line formed on the periphery of this soul ring.
At the same time, within Ye Ling's sea of consciousness, the last two virtual images of the Ancestral Witch slowly took shape!
One has a human face and a tiger body, covered with golden scales, wings growing from his shoulders, a snake piercing his left ear, and riding two dragons under his feet. He is Wu Rushou, the ancestor of gold in the West!
One has a human body and a snake tail, seven hands behind his back, two hands in front of his chest, holding a Teng Snake in both hands, and is Hou Tu, the ancestor witch of the central earth!
As the two last ancestor witches returned to their positions, Ye Ling's sea of consciousness suddenly began to vibrate violently.
Space, wood, metal, water, fire, wind, thunder, lightning, time, weather, rain, earth!
The power of the twelve laws intertwined in Ye Ling's sea of consciousness, and actually evolved into the prototype of a small world!
However, this small world only lasted for a moment before it turned back into the virtual image of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
"What's going on?"
Ye Ling was a little puzzled.
He watched helplessly as his sea of consciousness turned into a world, and then suddenly collapsed.
He vaguely felt that he seemed to have touched a realm above the gods.
But it seems like something is missing!
The virtual images of the twelve ancestor witches were arranged in the ten directions of Ye Ling's sea of consciousness, guiding the "Nine Transformations of the Witch God" in his body to continuously operate along a certain specific route.
Although the twelve golden spells disappeared from his martial soul, they were completely integrated into his sea of consciousness soul ring.
At a certain moment, the six soul rings under Ye Ling's feet shone brightly at the same time!
Twelve golden rays of light shot out from the six soul rings at the same time, and finally intertwined into a golden soul ring under Ye Ling's feet.
Immediately, all the energy and blood in his body surged into the sky, and the twelve virtual images of the ancestor witches appeared one by one behind him.
"Self-condensed soul ring!?"
Leng Yulai stared at the golden soul ring under Ye Ling's feet in amazement.
This soul ring is not a soul ring in the traditional sense, nor is it a simple blood and qi soul ring.
Rather, it is the natal soul ring produced by the fusion of the twelve laws of power on Ye Ling's martial soul, the Ancestral Witch's battle body.
As early as when Ye Ling added the first soul ring to the Qiankun Ding, his soul power level had already reached level 59.
In just a few days, he absorbed a 100,000-year-old blue silver grass soul ring, a 200,000-year-old golden Behemoth soul ring and a 200,000-year-old soul bone.
This combination of factors has allowed his soul power level to directly break through from level 59 to level 70.
Rumble!
Purple-black thunder rumbled above the sky.
It actually ignored Leng Yulai's domain and slashed down at Ye Ling fiercely.
This is not the will of the Douluo plane.
Rather, it is the shackles set by the divine realm on the Douluo plane.
Ye Ling's eyes suddenly opened, and the seventh golden soul ring under his feet instantly lit up.
The twelve phantoms of the ancient witches merged into one behind Ye Ling, transforming into a giant phantom that covered the sky and the sun.
The giant's body was illusory and his face could not be seen clearly.
But with every move he made, the entire space was shaking constantly, and even tiny cracks appeared in some places.
"Break it for me!"
Ye Ling let out a long roar.
The giant's phantom suddenly punched the purple-black clouds in the sky.
boom!
The earth is shaking and the sky is weeping.
The purple lightning snake danced wildly, but eventually turned into nothingness under this fist that seemed to destroy the world.
Almost at the same time, people from the Spirit Hall, Seagod Island, and the City of Killing all turned their gazes towards this place.
The seven soul rings under Ye Ling's feet disappeared along with the phantom of the giant god in the sky.
"Finally a breakthrough?"
Ye Ling slowly opened his eyes.
The originally pitch-black pupils have now completely turned into dark gold.
If you look closely, you can see a circle of strange words flowing in the dark golden pupils.
This added an indescribable nobility to Ye Ling's already strong aura of a superior.