The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

There are almost no decorations inside, only some daily necessities, but in hell, having a mansion of such a scale is already very good.

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When Mu Bai returned to Shura Temple, it was already night.

Sitting cross-legged on the crimson high platform, he quickly entered the state of cultivation, meditating and comprehending.

During the practice, you can't feel the passage of time, and the years go by, but it's just a flick of a finger.

The sword scars on the four walls of the temple contained Tianba Shura's lifelong cultivation secrets, but it took a long time to comprehend.

Those criss-crossing sword marks turned into vivid pictures and played back in Mu Bai's mind continuously. On the red high platform below him, there was also a strange red flame power, which continuously tempered Mu Bai's soul. Raise the power of his soul.

Before I knew it, ten years had passed!

Ten years in hell, to ordinary undead, feels as short as ten days for normal people, and they are used to this repetitive and boring life.

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Mu Bai, who was sitting cross-legged on the high platform, now had a layer of hot sweat on his face, and his whole body was flushed.

As if he couldn't bear the burning pain anymore, he let out a big breath, and suddenly opened his eyes.

"So sad."

He immediately walked down from the high platform.

Looking down at his palms, a smile appeared on his face, he was very satisfied with the progress of this practice.

Practicing on this high platform, the soul can be tempered by the power of Chiyan, and the progress of strength has improved a lot. Although he is still only at the level of the middle-level main god, he has also comprehended the essence of Tianba Shura's sword skills when he was practicing .

"Pong!"

Suddenly, two red fireballs appeared in Mu Bai's palm.

There was a terrifying energy fluctuation from the burning and jumping fireball, which was even stronger than the dark magic power in his body.

"I don't know what kind of flame this is."

Staring at the fireball in his palm, this is the divine power of Chiyan that he absorbed from the high platform.

Chiyan Shenhuo, the most powerful first fire in hell, the high platform is like a cauldron for breeding fire, and Mu Bai absorbs almost one-third of the remaining fire power.

At this time, the uncomfortable scorching power in his body gradually subsided, and Mu Bai suddenly felt much lighter.

Walking out of the temple, looking at the gloomy sky outside, Mu Bai's face couldn't help but sink.