Chapter: 1891

"You've lost, don't talk yet, it's important to heal your wounds."

Sad Hongqiu said.

"yes……"

Yin Tianshun lowered his head, feeling extremely humiliated in his heart, he didn't dare to look at the crowd, and he didn't dare to look at Ning Qi either.

"Ning Qi, why is your soul so strong? Is it because of the exercises?"

Feng Ming couldn't help asking.

Ning Qi glanced at Meng Qingling, saw her nodding slightly, and smiled at Feng Ming: "Sovereign, in the Forbidden Bone Land, it is already well known that Dou Zun cultivates the soul, and when the soul is cultivated to the extreme, all possessed His power is much, much stronger than this deity, this is the real one—Dou Zun!"

"What? Is there such a thing?"

Feng Ming opened his mouth in disbelief.

He has cultivated for more than three thousand years, but he has never heard of such a thing!

Dou Zun refines the soul?

Isn't it for breaking through Dou Sheng?

The soul can be used to defend against the enemy?

"I have confirmed that the dragons have known about this for a long time, so they have been able to overwhelm our human race for tens of thousands of years. In the Forbidden Land of Dry Bones, there is no ruling relationship between the dragon and human races. The strength is balanced, because they have Concentrate the soul! Therefore, the Dou Zun in the Forbidden Bone Land is stronger than our Dongxuan land, and the Dou Sheng is also stronger than our Dongxuan land, let alone Doudi."

Ning Qi continued.

These words made Hong Qiu wait for the Elder Lantern to fall into deep thought. After a while, Ding Changshun raised his head in shock and said, "Could it be that for tens of thousands of years, our human race's path of cultivation has always been wrong?"

Ning Qi smiled and nodded.

Wang Su smiled bitterly: "Unexpectedly, the suspicion I had when I first entered Dou Zun turned out to be true, and the soul can really be infinitely condensed..."

The eyes of Shi Wen and other true disciples suddenly released hot light, looking at Ning Qi.

"Infinitely condensed?"

Ning Qi smiled and shook his head: "Spiritual souls are also divided into ranks. The lowest grade nine divine souls are only a hundred feet long..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Ning Qi's 180-foot-high soul in shock.

"Ninth grade divine soul is only a hundred feet..."

Feng Ming murmured to himself, and suddenly, a sword-shaped spirit was condensed behind him, with a height of twelve feet, and then Feng Ming looked at Ning Qi expectantly, and said, "Look at my spirit, what grade is it? "

"The ninth rank is the lowest, and the first rank is the highest. The suzerain's spirit is the eighth rank, and it can reach two hundred feet when it is condensed to the extreme."

Ning Qi said.

Seeing this, Bei Hongqiu and others followed suit one after another.

"What about me!"

"Junior Brother Ning Qi, take a look at my spirit?"

The people present released their spirits one after another, and suddenly, dozens of spirits of different shapes appeared in front of Ning Qi.