Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Ha ha, just entering the 15th level, it will be a little different from the past. Don't worry, it's just a slight side effect. After a few hours of adaptation, there will be no more problems."

Yuan Ling changed to sound transmission this time, which finally made Ye Feng feel better.

After the shock, Ye Feng's heart was filled with joy. His ears were clear and his eyes were clear. The effect of the 15th level spiritual intensity was too exaggerated, which made him six senses accessible and perceptive several times.

This is by no means as simple as raising 10%.

Pressing down the joy in his heart, Ye Feng, sitting on the ground, temporarily closed the six senses and began to slowly adapt to the changes brought by the improvement of spiritual power.

As Yuan Ling said, after more than half a day of relief, Ye Feng finally adapted to many, and the noise from the outside world gradually returned to normal.

"The spiritual power of level 15 is as strong as Jos!"

The next morning, when Ye Feng opened his eyes, the surging spirit wave swept past, and cracked the border seal he had arranged earlier.

There is no doubt that with his current mental intensity, if he casts the Dementor needle and Zhenshen wave, his power can at least double.

"In that case, maybe... I'm qualified to challenge the level 4 inscription..."

Ye Feng's heart suddenly moved.

His success rate of inscribing Level 3 inscriptions has reached 34%, but he did not try to engrave level 4 inscriptions. If he succeeded, it means that he can officially enter the ranks of five grade inscriptions masters.

Inscription master.

The whole Diyuan sect will never exceed one slap.

Rao, with Ye Feng's calm mind, can't help but feel hot at the moment.

As the second largest city of inscriptions in the thirteen Terran counties, Jinhua Shangcheng naturally does not lack three or four grade inscriptions and masters who can reach the five grade level, which is also quite rare.

Everyone who can become a master of inscriptions is famous and belongs to the superior existence of the five commodities.

As for the success rate, the higher the grade of the inscription, the lower the success rate. This is inevitable. He wants to engrave it into four levels of inscriptions, as long as he succeeds once out of three times.

"Old man, why are you staring at me like that?"

When Ye Feng was thinking about when to go to the inscriptions union to participate in the assessment of the master of five grade inscriptions, he looked up and saw the old guy Yuanling staring at him strangely.

"Boy, do you think you can't help it? You want to try to engrave level 4 inscriptions?" Yuan Ling guessed his plan like a roundworm in Ye Feng's stomach.

"What? Can't you?"

Ye Feng was flustered by his stare and asked.

"OK, I won't tell you. First, you can try and engrave a secondary inscription first."

Lazily stretched a waist, Yuan Ling said carelessly.

Although he didn't know where he was, Ye Feng, as long as Yuan Ling didn't have a target. After a little meditation, he took out several inscription materials from the storage ring and selected his most skilled "soul" materials. After removing the impurities like clouds and flowing water, he began to depict the pattern.

Boom!

However, as soon as his mind moved, Pei's irresistible spiritual power rushed out of the divine sea, causing the animal skin to explode in an instant, and the yuan force energy suspended in the air suffered from the fish in the pond.

Ye Feng's face was startled for a moment.

His current mental strength has completely lost control. He is no longer like his arms and fingers as before. Once triggered, it is like a river breaking its banks and rushing violently.

"Sleeping trough! How could this happen..."

Ye Feng, who doesn't believe in evil, sweeps the residue in front of him to the ground and takes out a pair of soul accumulating materials again.

But... The result is still the same as before, and the material is still scrapped rapidly.

After many failures in succession, Ye Feng just let out his anger and sat on the ground with his eyes straight. He didn't know why.

In front of him, more than a dozen pieces of material turned into ashes. No matter how careful and meticulous he was, he couldn't finely control the spiritual energy.

In the current situation, not to mention the inscription of level 4, even level 2 cannot succeed.

"Yuan Ling... How could this happen? What's going on?"

Finally, he had to compromise and chose to ask yuan Ling for help.

"Level 15 mental strength is a watershed. Even if you have a strong talent, I'm afraid you can't touch it until you reach the second or third level of the king's territory. However... You get the purple evil XuanHuo. Although your mental strength has broken through to level 15, it's because of external forces. Naturally, it's difficult to control it like your heart."

Yuan Ling said in a deep voice, "only the power that can be fully controlled is your own power. At present, you can't do it."

"How long will it take... To get back to normal?"

Ye Feng raised his heart and said nervously.

"Either, you can improve your accomplishments to the king's realm. Well, it doesn't need two or three times. I'm afraid you can do it after entering the king's realm. Or... Just try to practice and control slowly. You should be able to re inscribe in about half a year."

Half... Half a year

Hearing this, Ye Feng's face suddenly turned green.

There is less than a month before the inscription teachers' university meeting is held. If you can't write the inscription until half a year later, it's special... Isn't it that even the cauliflower is cold and there's nothing else to do.

"There's no other way? You must have a way, don't you?" reluctantly, Ye Feng looked at Yuan Ling again and asked with a sad face.

The old guy always takes pleasure in rectifying himself. Since he let himself take the initiative to refine and improve his mental strength, he should obviously take this situation into account.

Sure enough, seeing Ye Feng's expression, Yuan Ling looked satisfied. After a while, he smiled and said, "what can I do... Of course."

"Haoyuanling... What's the way? Tell me quickly." Ye Feng shamelessly sprinkled Jiao.

"Smelly boy, I can't stand you. Ben Yuanling is a straight man of steel..." Yuan Ling danced quickly on the beam, shaking goose bumps.

"All right, all right, benyuanling tells you."

"As far as I know, there are a lot of inscriptions, and there is often a special thing to hone the power of spiritual control, called the phantom stone, which must also exist in the Diyuan sect. You might as well try your luck in the Mingwen Museum... But Benyuan Ling wants to remind you that the process of cultivating the power of spiritual control is very difficult and you should be prepared."

Ye Feng was stunned when he heard this, but he had never heard of any ghost stone before.

As for whether it is difficult or not, it is not what he is thinking now.

"If you use the phantom stone and spend a month to control and temper, before the inscription normal university meeting, you can not only restore you to the original state, but even... You may improve your mental control again."

"At that time, it must be impossible for you to engrave level 4 inscriptions..."