The Great Perfection of the Transcendent Soul Saint!!

After absorbing a whole piece of the Soul-Suppressing Demon Stone, coupled with the polishing and tempering all along, Ye Wuque finally reached the peak of the level of the Transcendent Soul Saint!

At this moment, he sat cross-legged there, feeling that his mind was clear and bright. With a thought, he could spread it with all his strength, and it could cover an endless range. As long as he wanted, he could instantly descend to any place covered by the power of the soul, and launch a soul attack silently, targeting the enemy's soul, appearing and disappearing, killing people invisibly!

Not only that, now his thoughts are surging, observing himself, he can not only sense the power contained in every inch of his bones and flesh, even deep into his bone marrow!

Perfect control!

Unprecedented details!

If his previous control of his own power was nine points out of ten, then now with the soul power reaching the Great Perfection of the Transcendent Soul Saint, it has become twelve points!

"I was right. The total amount of soul power has not increased. Compared with the time when I just reached the extraordinary soul saint, it has shrunk by a full nine-tenths!"

Closing his eyes, Ye Wuque entered the state of introspection. In the soul space, he once again saw himself in the state of Yuanshen. A small golden man, sitting there quietly, and above the head of the little golden man, a small golden sun was quietly suspended!

It was jumping, emitting endless light and heat, and invisibly overflowing with a strong breath of perfection, grandeur, and perfection!

There was a sense of merit and perfection!

This golden little sun was all his soul power now, and it looked like only the size of a soybean was left!

During this period of time, Ye Wuque followed an instinct, constantly refining the soul power, and then compressing it. The soul power slowly condensed and merged with each other, and finally only this small size was left. A

full ninety percent of the soul power disappeared, but the remaining one-tenth had already been refined to an extreme, which was the result of the polishing and accommodation of those disappeared soul powers.

"The power of the soul has turned into... a solid state..."

Ye Wuque quietly observed the golden little sun floating above the head of the Yuanshen, and suddenly found that it had condensed into a solid state. In a trance, it really seemed to have turned into an eternal and motionless golden star!

With a thought, the golden little sun immediately burst into a strong brilliance, and the soul power that was pure to the extreme began to surge, moving with Ye Wuque's will!

It is precisely because of this that only Ye Wuque understands how terrible this solid soul power is at this moment!

"The power of the soul is originally invisible and intangible. When it turns into a liquid state, it becomes extraordinary and incredible. Now my soul power has condensed into a solid state. The level of the Great Perfection of the Transcendent Soul Saint is really wonderful!"

"If the original soul power of the Transcendent Soul Saint is like an egg, then the soul power in the solid state now is comparable to a piece of fine steel ball! The essence has undergone a drastic change!"

Ye Wuque can clearly feel the sense of perfection of merit emanating from this golden little sun, but at the same time he also feels a barrier that cannot be entered!

It seems that the soul power has reached the real limit after being cultivated to this level and turned into a solid state, and the road ahead is over!

Silently staring at the golden little sun, Ye Wuque's mind flashed a deep meaning!

"The realm above the Transcendent Soul Saint..."

After truly reaching the Great Perfection of the Transcendent Soul Saint, Ye Wuque finally began to think, and directly told him from experience that the Great Perfection of the Transcendent Soul Saint is definitely not the end of the soul power!

"Hmm?"

However, at this moment, Ye Wuque, who was sitting cross-legged in the room, quietly opened his eyes again, and his bright eyes looked in a certain direction outside the window, with a cold light flashing in them!

"Such an aura... Is it another assassin from Xiangsi Tower..."

Now, Ye Wuque's soul power has just broken through to the level of the Great Perfection of the Transcendent Soul Saint, and the soul power has undergone a qualitative change. Under the cover of the soul power, within a radius of hundreds of millions of kilometers, there is no wind or grass movement that can hide from his perception!

At this moment, in the void somewhere about tens of millions of kilometers away from the floating battleship, there are about dozens of silver-clad assassins coming at a high speed, exuding a cold and brutal aura all over their bodies!

These dozens of figures are surprisingly the silver-clad assassins of Xiangsi Tower!

"Only dozens of silver-clad assassins of the silver-level human god are sent to assassinate? It's very weird..."

Slowly standing up, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed with a gleam of brilliance, and then he opened the door and walked towards the observation room of the floating battleship.

"Master Ye!"

"Hello, Master Ye!"

"Master Ye!"

...

In the observation room, the Seventh Prince, Wang Shi'an, and everyone from the Qi Ren Mansion were all here. When they saw Ye Wuque coming with his hands behind his back, they all spoke immediately.

"Your Highness."

Ye Wuque nodded slightly to the Seventh Prince.

And Ye Wuque noticed that in the corner of the observation room, there were twelve old figures exuding a decayed and vicissitudes of life, like twelve old ghosts!

The members of the Qi Ren Mansion all subconsciously stayed away.

These were twelve old eunuchs from the depths of the harem!

This time, the Emperor of Shenhuang asked the Seventh Prince to replace the Third Prince to go to the front line. In addition to sending 10,000 golden armored imperial guards to accompany him, there were also these twelve old eunuchs.

To be precise, it was twelve... golden gods!!

These twelve old eunuchs had only one purpose, that is, to ensure the safety of the Seventh Prince!

And from these twelve old eunuchs, Ye Wuque could feel almost the same aura as the old men he had seen in the halls of the Shenhuang Treasury before!

Of course, although they are all golden gods, they are only some of the early golden gods. In Ye Wuque's eyes, they are naturally not worth mentioning.

"The servants greet the Marquis!"

The twelve old eunuchs bowed respectfully to Ye Wuque at this moment, bending their waists very low. The old eunuch with a missing front tooth in the lead spoke.

To Ye Wuque, the twelve old eunuchs were naturally polite and did not dare to be presumptuous.

"No need to be polite, eunuchs."

Ye Wuque said lightly.

"Haha, Master Ye, why did you suddenly come out? Do you feel stuffy in the room?"

The Seventh Prince said to Zi Ye Wuque with a smile.

"Your Highness, thousands of kilometers ahead, there are 32 assassins from Xiangsi Tower rushing over, one is at the peak of the Silver Human God, three are at the late stage of the Silver Human God, and the rest are at the middle stage of the Silver Human God."

Ye Wuque said directly.

The Seventh Prince's eyes flashed slightly!

Wang Shian's face suddenly became cold and gloomy, and a terrible murderous aura emanated from his body!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The twelve old eunuchs who were originally like old ghosts came to the Seventh Prince in an instant, surrounded him, and perfectly guarded him inside, even directly separating the members of the Qi Ren Mansion. Their wrinkled faces were expressionless, but the originally turbid eyes were now as cold and sharp as hawks! .

No one doubted Ye Wuque's words!

The power of the soul of an extraordinary alchemist is enough to illuminate everything!

Buzz! !

In the next moment, a waning moon suddenly appeared in the sky outside the window! It

was cold and desolate, and miserable!

Ashes were still dripping from it, and a feeling of sorrow and longing arose spontaneously, making people feel frightened.

"An inch of longing is an inch of ashes, and we will never stop until we die!"

"Hey! What a great Acacia Tower!"

Wang Shi'an walked in front of the Seventh Prince, and his eyes looked at the waning moon in the sky, flashing with an extremely cold murderous intent!