Douluo: My ancestors became gods in Dou Er Gang

When Xiao Yan broke through to the realm of a fighter, an unprecedented power surged into his heart, and he felt as if his entire body was integrated into the infinite energy between heaven and earth.

The skin on his body seemed to be filled with invisible power fluctuations, and every inch of his skin seemed to be cheering for joy, full of vitality and vitality.

This unprecedented power made him excited. He knew that he had entered a new stage of spiritual practice, and this was only the first step towards becoming a strong man.

"Is this the realm of a fighter?" Xiao Yan was filled with excitement and expectation.

Afterwards, Xiao Yan knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed to the ground, and respectfully kowtowed to Shui Wuya three times. His heart was filled with awe and gratitude.

"Master, it is you who have given me such strength, and I will always be grateful for your kindness."

Xiao Yan's voice was full of determination and gratitude.

Shui Wuya nodded slightly and looked at Xiao Yan deeply: "You have broken through to the realm of a fighter, but the road to practice is still long. You must remember and never forget your original intention."

After listening to Shui Wuya's teachings, Xiao Yan became more determined to practice. He knew that only by continuous efforts can he get revenge.

Then, he turned to Yao Lao, bowed respectfully, and said: "Yao Lao, it was you who gave me that precious strange fire. This junior is also grateful."

Yao Lao smiled and shook his head: "Disciple, practicing well is the greatest reward for me."

When Xiao Yan heard this, his heart moved. He knew that even with the guidance of his master, he had to rely on his own efforts to achieve his goals.

He solemnly vowed: "I will redouble my efforts to practice and become a stronger fighter. I will definitely repay the kindness of my masters."

Afterwards, Xiao Yan practiced quietly in the room, feeling the flow of power in his body and trying to stabilize his current state.

At the same time, he began to think about his next plan.

The room was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance.

"By the way, my pile of medicinal materials has now been used up."

"And the three major families seem to have relaxed their search for theft cases recently. It's time to deal with those treasures!"

"Father may have some ideas."

Xiao Yan thought to himself and decided to discuss it with his father.

He stood up and prepared to leave the room and go to his father to discuss the disposal of the treasure.

Just as he was about to go out, he suddenly thought of the masters beside him.

He turned to look at Yao Lao and said with a smile: "Yao Lao, I have something to discuss with my father. You and the mysterious senior will rest here first. I will be back as soon as possible."

Yaolao nodded and said kindly: "Okay, you go."

As Xiao Yan left, the room returned to silence.

Yao Lao raised his head and looked at Shui Wuya who was meditating beside him, and saw that there was a solemn aura surrounding him, as if he was integrated with the surrounding air.

Yao Lao felt infinite awe in his heart. He knew that he and this mysterious senior were both Xiao Yan's masters, and he had to speed up his cultivation and not hold him back.

So Yao Lao also closed his eyes and began to meditate and concentrate on his cultivation.

He knew that only by constantly working hard could he keep up with the pace of this mysterious senior Shui Wuya.

In the space of the dead within Shui Wuya's body, a gray scene still enveloped the world.

Since Shui Wuya has not yet recovered his divine power, the space in this world of the undead is still very limited and has not yet been unlocked.

Suddenly, a faint light of fire appeared on Shui Wuya's palm, which was the kindling of Bone Spirit Cold Fire.

This bone spirit cold fire burns with a deep flame, showing a gray-white color. The flame is mixed with a cold breath, which looks weird and mysterious.

Under Shui Wuya's extremely profound understanding of the law of fire, this bone spirit cold fire appears to be very obedient, but it is also full of unfathomable mysteries.

Naturally, Shui Wuya would not help Xiao Yan in his cultivation in vain. He intercepted a trace of fire from this firepower.

In order to repair the Space of the Dead, Shui Wuya decided to integrate this fire into the Space of the Dead.

He stared at the fire, took a deep breath, and began to integrate it into the space of the dead.

His palm moved slowly, and the fire followed his movements and gradually integrated into the space.

With the contact of the fire, the space of the dead began to vibrate, and a deep wave spread.

The fire gradually integrated into every corner of the undead space, like a tiny root, penetrating into the depths of the space.

Shui Wuya's brows wrinkled slightly. He felt the changes in the space. This was a deep and mysterious force operating, as if an invisible force was awakening this supposedly silent land of the dead.

With the integration of fire, the originally dark environment gradually became brighter, as if a ray of cold light fell on the forgotten world, bringing a more dangerous atmosphere.

The originally gray space began to fluctuate, as if there was an invisible force growing and expanding.

The soul power condensed in the world is intertwined with the power of the world, constantly penetrating and nourishing the Bone Spirit Cold Fire.

The power of these undead condensed countless thoughts and emotions, flowing in the space, like deep rivers, wrapped in the power of flames brought by the Bone Spirit Cold Fire.

They are intertwined with the power of the undead and complement each other, and together they inject endless energy into the Bone Spirit Cold Fire.

During this process, Bone Spirit Lenghuo gradually began to change.

The originally deep and silent flame gradually became active and emitted a dazzling light.

The flame contains a powerful and mysterious force, as if it is condensed from the essence of the world of the dead.

Shui Wuya watched all this quietly. He could feel that the vitality of the world of the dead was increasing, and the bone spirit cold fire was also growing, and his heart moved slightly.

He realized that maybe it wouldn't be long before this strange fire would undergo a change and turn into a brand new strange fire, showing even more powerful power.

In the Xiao family room, Xiao Yan found his father Xiao Zhan.

He gently opened the door and saw Xiao Zhan studying an ancient book intently, so he walked in.

"Father, I have something to discuss with you."

Xiao Yan said, with a hint of expectation on his expression.

Xiao Zhan put down the book in his hand and turned his attention to his son.

"What's wrong? What's the matter?" he asked.

Xiao Yan smiled slightly, fixed his gaze on his father, and then began to talk about the treasure.

"Those two major families have reduced their search efforts. Now is the time for us to get rid of those treasures.

I have done some calculations, and the combined value of all the treasures is enough to sell for more than two million gold coins. "

However, Xiao Zhan did not express his opinion immediately. Instead, he scanned his son's figure carefully, as if looking for something.