Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"That's true, old man. How sure are you?"

Ye Feng's eyes stared. It was just the current level, which had made him unbearable.

Only Ye Feng knew the pain brought by disorganized meridians.

"It should be... That's it..."

Yuan Ling's tone showed a faint hesitation.

Ye Feng felt a chill in his heart. His intuition told him that Yuanling had a bad idea, but at present, he had no better choice, so he had to take a risk as he said.

"The riot effect needs to be combined with martial arts. It's sparsely populated here. It's just for you to keep trying. When you can cross the current waterfall when your meridians are retrograde, the chaotic force will gather rapidly, diffuse the upper fingertips along your arms, and then cut down obliquely with a palm, mixed with a loud sound and burst to the waterfall.

A few feet away, the silver practice that flew down suddenly stopped. The wind blade cut through the place, and a weak thin line appeared and disappeared in a flash.

"Alas, I still failed!"

Seeing such a situation, Ye Feng waved his fist and rioted with some annoyance. Under the stimulation of severe pain, he could break the waterfall with his fingers.

But it's far from breaking the river.

"Boy, this level is not enough. The yuan forces in your body can't all run according to the meridian map. It's always a line short."

Yuan Ling looked dignified and shook his head.

Sitting on the ground, Ye Feng's red awn dissipated in his eyes, looking quite helpless.

The more yuan force he used to urge, the stronger the fierce breath brought by disorganized meridians. Only for one thing, the pain was unbearable. For another thing, he was not sure that he could completely control the fierce breath formed. If he was careless, he might be possessed by evil.

In this way, it is always difficult to give full play to the "riot".

This is different from the negative breath in the eyes of the sea. It is the result of Ye Feng's own cultivation. If he can't adapt, he will never be able to enter the realm of Xiaocheng.

"It seems that there is another mystery in the Dharma door that stabilizes the heart of the Tao like the Buddha."

Yuan Ling frowned and thought of the cableway.

"But you can't understand the same thing as the book that day."

Ye Feng spread his hand.

"It can only be born after death. In the extreme situation, you may be able to feel the true meaning."

After a few struggling looks flashed on his face, Yuan Ling seemed to have made up his mind and said seriously.

"How to live after death?"

Ye Feng feels bad. Every time the old guy is serious, he will suffer.

"Give full play to the fierce breath in your body and find a solution in the desperate situation. However... Once you fail, you may lose your mind and even become possessed. How to choose is up to you."

"It's not that you can't give up. After all, there are many high-level martial arts and mysterious methods between heaven and earth. There's no need to go all the way to black."

Yuan Ling pushed the choice to Ye Feng.

With a slow wave of his hand, Ye Feng blocked the topic of Yuan Ling. His eyes were firm and faintly spit out two words: "come on!"

He doesn't have much time to wait. No matter what the result is, he will try his best.

"Hey, hey, I knew you wouldn't give up."

Yuan Ling smiled like a trick succeeded, waved his big hand and said, "when the night falls, the Yin force increases, and the double coercion of the internal and external environment can better stimulate your body potential."

Ye Feng nodded, stopped talking, sat on the ground and began to absorb yuan force. Before night fell, he needed to restore himself to his peak.

Click!

As the night fell, a touch of silver lightning cut through the night sky, and rumbling thunder fell from the sky. In less than a moment, torrential rain poured down from the sky.

The strong wind suddenly rose, covered by layers of dark clouds, swayed the ancient trees and scattered the leaves.

In front of the waterfall, ye fengduan sat like a clock, his clothes and robes were flying, but his body was as motionless as a sculpture.

"It's raining. This is the time when the Yin Qi in the world is the heaviest."

Yuan Ling looked up at the night sky, and his eyes flashed a little worried. In this weather, the test for Ye Feng is even greater.

"Boy, start when you're ready!"

Yuan Lingshan is now ten steps away, protecting the Dharma for Ye Feng.

Click!

Another bolt of lightning struck down, just like the sharp sword waved by the God of heaven, illuminating the dark sky.

Ye Feng spewed out a mouthful of turbid air heavily. Under the influence of thunder and lightning, the war intention in his body was rising rapidly.

At a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the yuan force in his body was running without reservation.

Rumble

Like a dragon returning to the sea, Yuan Li galloped in the meridians. After running for half a week, the direction changed sharply and began to go retrograde.

Wow, Ye Feng's body surface yuan force changed wildly. The original calm yuan force surged up like a wild fire, which was more than twice as violent.

The fierce breath in Yuanli's body soared with Yuanli. Under Yuanli's full operation, Ye Feng, who twitched all over, suddenly pressed down the terrible pain. He only felt that a bloodthirsty war spirit rushed up to the tianlinggai and constantly wanted to drown him.

The fierce breath climbed higher and higher, and Ye Feng's eyes became scarlet.

In his consciousness, the rational part was rapidly reduced and replaced by bloodthirsty killing intention. All his feelings disappeared and he just wanted to kill.

Click, click!

The thunder and lightning in heaven and earth are like a sea, constantly chopping down, and the heavy rain blowing by the Yin wind is flying and ups and downs, which makes Ye Feng immersed in the killing intention and difficult to control.