C1337 (2/2)

”Soul transformation!”

As he looked at the Horned Dragon that was attacking him, Ye Zichen's eyes, which were as sharp as lightning, saw that the dragon did not actually exist. Instead, it was formed from thousands of dead souls, yet the energy it contained was extremely terrifying.

As the soul dragon attacked, Ye Zichen raised the power of his God Devouring Brain to the limit, while continuously expanding the illusory spatial black hole, and devoured the flood dragon that was releasing the light of its soul.

”Aooo!”

Under the crazy devouring of the soul devouring brain, the giant body of the soul flood dragon was continuously minced.

In just ten breaths of time, the Godeater Brain swallowed up the soul flood dragon and continued to divide it into brain cells.

Soon, an hour had passed. The soul storm that had swept through the world gradually dissipated, revealing Ye Chenfeng, who was still sitting cross-legged and completely unharmed.

The Godeater Brain had devoured tens of thousands of souls and divided a large number of brain cells. However, as the Godeater Brain transformed over and over again, it needed more and more energy.

”I wonder when this training hall's space will turn into a soul storm again.”

Facing the soul storm that caused people's hearts to tremble, Ye Chenfeng revealed an expression of anticipation. If he allowed the mind to continue to devour, it would definitely evolve once again. At that time, the chances of him leaving this damn place would greatly increase.

With great anticipation, Ye Chenfeng continued to fly in the training hall. Not far in front of him, he found a mountain wall that was as smooth as a mirror. Below the mountain wall, there was a line of bold and powerful calligraphy, as well as a dilapidated ancient array flag.

”I, the Great Sine Heavenly Saint, know that I won't be able to live long. I will leave the mid-grade saint artifact, the Black Crow Sacred Flag, to the fated one. Hopefully, one day, the Black Crow Sacred Flag will reappear in the world.”

As he looked at the inlaid ancient characters on the mountain wall, Ye Zichen's eyes immediately lit up as he looked at the tattered ancient array flag.

”Could it be that a Heavenly Saint has died here, and he left behind a mid-grade saint treasure?!”

With his current strength, he could use half of a mid-grade saint treasure's power. It didn't consume much energy, so it could be said that a mid-grade saint treasure was even more useful in his hands than a top-grade saint treasure, the Nine Dragons Jade Wall.

”Younger generation, if you do not wish to die, then do not approach that ancient formation flag.” Suddenly, a low voice sounded out in Ye Zichen's ears.

”En, there are still undead people in this space!”

Ye Zichen raised his eyebrows and revealed an expression of surprise. He immediately used the mind devouring to sense his surroundings, but did not discover the person who sent the soul message.

The temptation of the Black Crow Divine Flag was too great. He thought for a moment before walking towards the mirror-like mountain wall.

Seeing that Ye Zichen did not listen to his advice, the mysterious voice did not speak again.

When Ye Zichen reached out his hand to touch the Black Crow Divine Flag that was embedded in the wall of light, endless black light spread out from the holy flag, sealing the space around Ye Chenfeng.

The next moment, a crack appeared on the smooth wall of the mountain. A white-haired old man with shriveled skin walked out from the crack.