Piaotian Literature Chapter 817 Fake Spiritual Martial Realm
Chapter 817 Fake Spiritual Martial Realm
A long-lost baptism?
Ye Chen murmured softly that every sword-intention calamity was a baptism for him.
The purple thunder and red thunder crashed down on Ye Chen, and Ye Chen's whole body was covered with blood.
However, Ye Chen remained motionless. His eyes were tightly closed, and the shadow of his sword was suspended in mid-air, allowing the purple thunder to train his body.
The more severe the pain, the more scars Ye Chen would have on his body, but Ye Chen knew that this was the only way to exercise the intensity of his body.
Now Ye Chen's physical strength is no less than that of Jue Lin and others. Even if Jue Lin and others return to their true forms, Ye Chen will not be weaker than them.
Looking at the rolling clouds of calamity, Jue Lin and others went from being worried at first to being shocked now. They all stared at the scene in stunned silence, "Can the sword-intention calamity be overcome like this?"
In the rolling clouds of calamity, Ye Chen's figure remained motionless. Zi Lei jumped into Ye Chen's body under the influence of the Reincarnation Art.
Zi Lei destroyed Ye Chen's body with extremely terrifying destructive power. Looking up, Ye Chen looked like a cracked porcelain doll, with cracks all over his body.
The scarlet flesh and blood can be seen from the cracks, which is so shocking to look at.
Time passed by the fingertips like running water. As more and more purple thunder poured into Ye Chen's body, Ye Chen's whole body was filled with a violent aura.
At the same time, the area covered by the calamity cloud in the void became smaller and smaller, until a few moments later, the calamity cloud suddenly dissipated.
In the void, a blood shadow stood proudly, and an aura that was no less than the first level of Lingwu spread out, hitting the surrounding void, causing ripples.
"This aura is no less than the first level of Lingwu, but the cultivation of the fifth generation has stopped at the fake Lingwu level?" Jue Lin asked doubtfully.
"At the same time, the level of concentration of the Five Generations Sword Intent has surpassed mine. If the Sword Intent collides with the Sword Intent, we will definitely fall below!" Qing Jue added.
Hearing this, the expressions of Jueqing and the others changed, and when they looked at Ye Chen, their expressions of respect became even stronger.
This is the fifth-generation moon god, Ye Chen! The spiritual energy of heaven and earth came to him, poured into Ye Chen's body, and transformed into the purest true energy. The true energy fluctuations in Ye Chen's body became more and more terrifying.
As Zi Lei beat him, his superficial skin gradually began to fester, and under the baptism of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the ulcerated skin fell off one after another.
A layer of baby-like pink skin spread over Ye Chen's body. This snow-like skin was enough to make women jealous.
A few moments later, the terrifying coercion on Ye Chen's body disappeared. At the same time, Ye Chen's closed eyes slowly opened, and a bright sword light flickered past him.
Raising his head and looking at the cloudless void, Ye Chen murmured softly: "The third baptism is finally over. I'm looking forward to the fourth baptism!"
Ye Chen's sword intention is now condensed to a degree that is enough to trigger the fourth sword intention catastrophe. However, Ye Chen still suppresses this sword intention tribulation. He is waiting for the generation of sword intention to reach 100%, and then he will march into the spirit world.
This moment in the martial arts realm.
With a flash of white light, Ye Chen took out the martial robe from the Qilin Ring and covered the snow-like skin all over his body.
Standing up, Ye Chen felt the strong zhenqi in his body and the phantom of the sword intent above his head, which was almost real, and murmured softly: "You can handle it even if you are facing an ordinary second-level spiritual warrior, there is no need to flee!"
When he heard that the Moon God Prince was in the Spiritual Martial Realm, Ye Chen felt an inexplicable oppression in his heart. In Huangfeng Kingdom, the stage belonged to the Spiritual Martial Realm, but in the Martial God Continent, the stage belonged to the Spiritual Martial Realm.
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"However, if the rules are applied to the second level of Lingwu, it will be difficult!" Ye Chen murmured softly. The first level of Lingwu to the second level of Lingwu is a qualitative change.
Standing up, Ye Chen lowered his eyes slightly, and his gaze fell on Qing Jue and Jue Lin. Ye Chen still remembered the power of the rules.
"Understanding the rules and evolving magical powers, this is the strength of Lingwu!" Holding the Qilin Sword floating beside him, its sword energy surrounded the Qilin Sword. Seeing this, Ye Chen smiled slightly: "The quality has improved a lot.
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Seeing that Ye Chen had regained consciousness, Jue Lin and others secretly breathed a sigh of relief. They stood up, made a sword salute to Ye Chen in the void, and said respectfully: "I have seen the fifth generation!"
In Wolong Valley, many Qinglong clan members also performed sword salutes and said respectfully: "I have met the Five Dynasties!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen's eyes fell on Qing Jue and he said lightly: "Are you the leader of the Qinglong Clan?"
Nowadays, Ye Chen's every move reflects endless pressure, especially the Moon God mark between his eyebrows, which exudes terrifying pressure all the time, pressure from the soul.
Hearing this, Qing Jue did not have the arrogant attitude that any Lingwu Realm warrior should have. Regarding Ye Chen, Qing Jue did not dare to show any posture, and whispered: "Qing Long Clan's leader Qing Jue has met the Five Dynasties!"
"The Qinglong Clan is willing to return to the Sword God Sect!" Seeing this, Ye Chen said lightly, the long ink-like hair on his back fluttering in the wind.
As soon as these words came out, many Qinglong clan members showed excitement on their faces, especially those elderly Qinglong clan members.
Fallen leaves return to their roots, the Sword God Sect has always been the root of the four ancient tribes, and every generation of Qinglong tribe members are looking forward to the day when the Qinglong tribe can return to the Sword God gate.
Although he knew the purpose of Ye Chen and others coming here, when he heard these words, Qing Jue's face also showed a hint of excitement, "The Qinglong Clan is willing to return to the Sword God Sect!"
"Qingjue of the Qinglong Clan has met the sect leader!" Qingjue once again performed the sword ceremony that a disciple should have on Ye Chen.
Obviously, Qing Jue's words meant that the Qinglong clan had also returned to the Sword God Sect. For a time, thousands of Qinglong clan members also performed a sword ceremony again: "We have met the sect master!"
The sound of shouting was as loud as thunder, soaring into the sky. Ye Chen looked for the sound, and his eyes fell on Wolong Valley. Feeling the thousands of breaths of different strengths and weaknesses, he murmured softly: "What Jue Lin said is true."
Yes, the Qinglong Clan is not as powerful as the White Tiger Clan!"
"Fifth Generation, please enter the Qinglong Palace!" Qingjue said respectfully as he suddenly remembered something.
"Qinglong Palace?" Ye Chen frowned, and the soul power that spread out suddenly stopped in front of a magnificent stone palace.
To say it is a stone palace, it is better to say it is a mountain, carved into the shape of a green dragon, and the door of the stone palace is the open mouth of a green dragon.
Although he had never seen the stone palace, Ye Chen felt a fierce sword intent in the depths of the stone palace. This sword intent was stronger than Qing Jue, "Are there other strong men in the Qinglong clan?"
"Lead the way!" Ye Chen said calmly, while his eyes glanced at Jue Lin's face. Jue Lin knew what Qing Jue was going to do when Qing Long mentioned Qing Long Palace, nodded, and whispered: "There are some things that Wu Dai you should go and get.
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"Things!" Ye Chen was slightly startled and followed closely behind Qing Jue. Under Qing Jue's leadership, Ye Chen and others jumped into Wolong Valley. As soon as they stepped into Wolong Valley, strong winds hit their faces.
For these strong winds, Ye Chen could destroy them with just one look. The Qinglong clan members stood respectfully beside the stone path, their eyes always falling on Ye Chen.
"I've seen the fifth generation!" The deafening sounds gathered together and shot straight into the sky.
In response to the cheers of these Qinglong clan members, Ye Chen nodded lightly without saying anything, and followed closely behind Qing Jue.
Wolong Valley occupies a huge area. Due to the strong wind above the valley, there is not a single snowflake in the valley, and even the quiet paths of the valley are covered with green grass. All this seems to violate the laws of nature.
After bypassing dozens of secluded paths, a few moments later, Ye Chen and others arrived in front of the mountain, no, it should be in front of the Qinglong Palace.
Before entering the Qinglong Palace, Ye Chen and others were standing several hundred meters away from the Qinglong Palace. However, the pressure that permeated the Qinglong Palace still made Ye Chen and others feel oppressed.
The originally peaceful Qilin Ring vibrated in vain. When Ye Chen passed through the Sword Intention Tribulation, the Fire Qilin used the Qilin Ring to collect a lot of purple thunder. After Ye Chen's Tribulation was over, the Fire Qilin went into seclusion to refine the purple thunder.
thunder.
However, not even a moment after the retreat, Huo Qilin woke up again, and its aura fluctuated violently.
"What's the matter? There's something wrong with refining Purple Thunder?" Seeing that Huo Qilin's breath was unstable, Ye Chen asked.
Not only was Huo Qilin's breath unsteady, but his emotions were also fluctuating. His eyes were fixed on the magnificent Qinglong Palace in front of him, and his voice was slightly trembling as he said: "That old immortal Qinglong!"
As if responding to the fire unicorn, its terrifying sword intent erupted deep inside the Qinglong Palace...