Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

In a stone chamber on the fourth floor of Jingfa Taoist field, Ye Feng looked dignified and was looking at a top-grade inscription "Yun soul" in his hand.

This time, he did not exchange the yuan Dan for the God protector, but prepared a "Yun soul" for himself, hoping to use the inscription to resist the interference of the spiritual illusion in the Sutra Dharma field.

He took off his clothes and robes, and his strong chest was full of muscles. After a long period of hard cultivation, his physique was particularly strong.

Take a light breath, follow the method indicated by Guan Buyu before leaving, Ye Feng's fingers close together and point to his chest.

Boo

A slight wave of Yuan force diffused from the chest.

Feeling the fluctuation, the other hand lightning removed the redundant corners of the inscription, then gently picked it up and pressed it down against the place where the fluctuation was the strongest.

Dong

At the moment of sticking to the skin, a strange wave rushed to the whole body from the fitting place, making Ye Feng full of energy.

In the position of the chest, a faint cool breath came, which made people feel refreshed.

Without the slightest hesitation, he urged the meridians and introduced a wisp of Yuan force into the inscription.

Boom!

With the invasion of Yuan force, the inscriptions suddenly burst out of bright light, and you can clearly feel the endless fluctuation of Yuan force energy, such as a small furnace, releasing incredible power.

The disturbing force that lingered around, when it was about three feet close to Ye Feng's body, it was no longer possible to score an inch.

"Is this the power of soul inscriptions?"

Seeing that the strange phantom power was dispelled, Ye Feng couldn't help shouting. It's no wonder that a "Yun soul" would be fried to the sky high price of more than 20 million spirit stones.

After suppressing the joy in his heart, he sat on the jade platform, placed a zongmen Taoist symbol in the dent and began to close his eyes for cultivation.

Ye Feng's intention this time is to directly impact the jiuzhong of the virtual environment. The three sect Taoist talismans add up to 12 days of cultivation time. His current cultivation has reached the later stage of the eightfold of the virtual environment, and should be able to meet the needs of the impact.

Buzz!

With a buzzing sound, vigorous yuan force rushed from everywhere and turned into a torrent into Ye Feng's body.

With the blessing of inscriptions, the interference of illusions can be almost ignored. Ye Feng refuses anyone who comes. His veins are open all the time, and he swallows yuan power like a whale sucking a cow.

Just one day later, the yuan force of dantianzhong increased a lot.

"This cultivation speed should be the end of this retreat, and you can impact the jiuzhong of the virtual environment."

While excited, Ye Feng also had some feelings.

As the most precious practice place of the yuan sect of heaven and earth, the time for each disciple to enter the practice is limited. In this way, those who are gifted will get more yuan power, and those who are less gifted will naturally get less.

Spend the same time and pay the same price, but get different results. It's not fair to some disciples.

Unfortunately, this is Jinhua Shangcheng, where the capable live, and the resources... Will only be left to the strong.

As soon as he shook his head, he threw away the thoughts filled in his mind, and Ye Feng's mind penetrated into the state of cultivation again.

With the passage of time, the yuan force in his body was accumulating rapidly. On the seventh day, the crystals in the Dantian became more and more crystal, and almost occupied most of the Dantian position.

Ye Feng knew in his heart that when all his yuan forces were condensed into crystals, he should be able to step into the king's realm.

Without the interference of illusion, his perception of Yuan Li is more acute. At the moment, his body is like a river running, and it is possible to break through the eight fold and enter the nine fold at any time.

Unfortunately, on the eighth, ninth and tenth days, Yuan Li was still slowly filling up, but there was no significant increase.

The more backward, the less obvious the growth of Yuan force.

On the last day, it was the same as before. Seeing that Yuanli was almost ready to meet the promotion demand, he just couldn't enter the promotion state.

"Shit, what's going on!"

In the evening, Ye Feng, who had been struggling for several days, had to give up his struggle, and some of them roared angrily.

The scene in front of him made him a little unimaginable. It seemed that there was a layer of hidden shackles that limited the arrival of promotion.

"Boy, recently you have been addicted to inscriptions and neglected your understanding of Yuan Li, resulting in insufficient state of mind training. Maybe... As long as you have a war or two, you can usher in the next promotion."

Yuan Ling's lazy voice came out.

After listening to his words, Ye Feng couldn't help laughing bitterly.

Yes, since joining the Diyuan sect, I have been busy with the improvement of inscriptions and spiritual power. I do have some slack in martial arts and.

Today, he is like a lake in winter. There is a thin layer of frost floating on the water surface, which makes the lake unable to fill out.

However, as long as we break the frost with the help of external forces, we can get the opportunity to advance.

Looking at the fading Guanghua in zongmen Taoist talisman, he had no choice but to shake his head. When he met the bottleneck, he had no way to think about it. Ye Feng had to choose to go out of the cultivation stone room.

Being continuously in the Sutra Dharma field with extremely high yuan force concentration made his mind swell, but he was relaxed and happy after coming out.

When he was about to leave the inner door and return to the factotum building, the road ahead... Seemed to be blocked by a figure.

Under an ancient tree not far from the outside of the octagonal Linglong Pavilion, there stood a majestic figure of a man.

He was tall and shaped like an iron tower. He was carrying a huge glass hammer. He was holding a green grass in his mouth. He was waiting for something with his eyes closed and arms held.

The tall man's breath didn't go out at all, but he felt extremely depressed. It seemed that there was a sharp force all over his body.

Many disciples of Tiandi yuan sect stood and watched from a distance, pointing to the man and whispering a few words from time to time.

"Domineering side leakage!"

Just a simple glance, Ye Feng gave his own evaluation.

The man has huge muscles and bones, prominent finger joints, calluses on the back of his hands, long hair flying wantonly, uninhibited eyebrows, and slightly closed eyes frowning from time to time, which seems to be dissatisfied with the eyes around him.

The heavy hammer on the back is even more exaggerated. The hammer head is the size of a washbasin. It is as dark as ink. There is a faint smell of blood from above.

Most of the people of tianyuanzong also deliberately avoided this man, except a few powerful guys who stood not far away with a look of wait-and-see after looking at the man meaningfully.

"Elder martial brother, what happened here?"

Unable to restrain his curiosity, Ye Feng asked a disciple of diyuanzong who passed by.

"I don't know. Maybe someone who doesn't open his eyes provoked that guy again. He has been standing there for nearly two days."

The inner disciple stopped by Ye Feng answered with his mouth tilted.

"Oh? Who is this?"

Ye Feng continued to ask