In the center of the Purple Mansion's Consciousness Sea, the Void Soul is sitting cross-legged, with wind, water, and fire surging beneath him. The sun is hanging high behind his head, and his sword is gathering white light, as if he is facing a formidable enemy.
Eighty-one rays of golden light sword energy surrounded the surroundings like a formation, sharp and unstoppable.
"Directly attacking the source of the soul?"
Ye Feng's eyes were as bright as a torch. To be honest, the Void Soul was his most powerful support. At this level, it was comparable to the Martial Emperor and much more powerful than his own strength.
Whoosh!
The Zifu Consciousness Sea is Ye Feng's home field. The Void Soul instantly appeared in the center of the formation of eighty-one golden sword qi. He flicked three times with his fingers and shattered the three golden sword qi.
However, the shattered golden light sword energy quickly reappeared, still eighty-one.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!…
Eighty-one rays of golden light and sword energy vibrated together, as if sending some kind of signal, flying and shooting from all directions.
Ye Feng looked solemn and did not dare to slack off at all. With the soul power of the Void Soul, he could shatter several golden sword qi every time he shot. However, after those golden sword qi were shattered, they would soon condense and recover again, as if
Endless.
And these sword energy slashed at his body of emptiness, the pain of his soul being cut apart with a sword was definitely not something that ordinary people could imagine.
The eighty-one sword energy shuttled back and forth at a very fast speed. No matter how he resisted the strong attack, the body of the void soul would still be cut or directly pierced by the sword energy at every moment.
These golden light sword energies specifically attack the origin of the soul, and are endless. The severe pain makes Ye Feng almost go crazy.
After an unknown amount of time, his will was close to the edge of collapse. As long as he relaxed a little and couldn't hold on, the origin of his soul would be torn into nothingness by those eighty-one sword lights.
He didn't want to die and couldn't die, so every time he felt like he was about to collapse, he gritted his teeth and held on.
The Spirit of Creation has been paying attention to the changes in Ye Feng's body from the beginning to the end. From the beginning, he screamed incessantly due to the severe pain, and later he was simply numb from the pain. He sat cross-legged on the ground, silently enduring and resisting the piercing and chopping of his soul.
The pain of cutting and tearing.
Ye Feng didn't know how long this pain had lasted, but for him, every minute and every second was extremely long.
He no longer even has the time to think about why this bullshit test is so perverted. Whenever he feels that he is about to lose his soul, the obsession in his heart will be so strong that he will step into the gate of hell with half a foot alive.
Pulled it back.
Finally, everything calmed down, and his void soul was in a state of ruins. Its original form, which was just like substance, was now blurry, as if it would dissipate and annihilate at any time.
In fact, he has already reached his limit, and it is a miracle that the Void Soul can persist.
This is the power of the mind and will!
This kind of power cannot be described in words, and sometimes it has unpredictable powers!
Returning his mind to his physical body, Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes, his eyes without any sparkle.
When his eyes noticed the Spirit of Creation appearing not far away, he asked: "How long has it been?"
"Ten years." The voice of the Spirit of Creation came slowly.
Ye Feng's body suddenly became filled with violence and murderous intent!
The soul has been chopped by eighty-one sword energy for ten years. Most people would have turned into madmen if they had not died. But these are not what Ye Feng cares about. What he really cares about is how many decades can he have in his life.
?
"A hundred years in the furnace, but only one day in the outside world." said the spirit of creation.
The endless hostility and murderous aura suddenly dissipated.
"Have I passed the test?" Ye Feng asked expressionlessly. The origin of his soul had been tortured to death for ten years, but he felt as if countless years had passed.
At the beginning, he felt that he would definitely become a psychotic lunatic, but when he reached a certain critical point, his will was tempered as firm as steel in this life-and-death torture!
"The first level is a test of your will. You can barely pass it." The Spirit of Creation said calmly.
"Reluctantly?" The corner of Ye Feng's mouth twitched, wanting to say "Fuck you".
"How many levels are there in total?"
Ye Feng asked, but the spirit of creation did not answer her and simply disappeared without a trace.
"Damn it, am I the master or are you the master? What's the point?" Ye Feng has no awareness that he has not been recognized by the spirit of the technique.
The origin of the soul has been tortured for ten years. Although the soul and will have been tempered as firm as fine iron, this terrible experience of struggling on the edge of life and death every moment has really squeezed a boundless anger into Ye Feng's heart.
.
What he needs most now is to vent!
He stepped forward and continued walking on the Qingguang Avenue, not quite sure how important it was for a warrior to have a firm mind and will.
The Spirit of Creation appeared silently, looking at Ye Feng's back with a face without facial features.
"Rumble..."
Ahead, Qingguang Avenue shook violently, as if thousands of troops were galloping towards them.
Looking up, Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of ferocity emerged at the corner of his mouth. After being tortured for ten years, he desperately wanted to vent.
The black spots gradually became clearer from far to near, and it was clear that they were really an army of thousands of horses galloping towards them.
The first general, wearing gold armor and carrying a moon-shaped knife, suddenly pointed towards Ye Feng, "Kill!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Thousands of densely packed cavalrymen shouted in unison. The mounts they drove were not ordinary horses, but rare and exotic beasts, like wolves and tigers, with sharp fangs and as strong as cattle.
And each of these cavalrymen has a cultivation level of Martial King level. The general wearing the golden armor has a peak Martial King level cultivation level.
"hey-hey……"
Ye Feng smiled ferociously, his face full of venom. He was just thinking about venting his anger and killing someone, when he actually came to the door.
He is determined and has been living in this world where the strong are respected for a year. He has no moral constraints on killing innocent people indiscriminately.
Although he didn't understand the purpose of the test arrangement by the Spirit of Creation, since he was unable to resist, he could only obey.
To get out, get in first!
"puff!"
With one slash of the sword, the charging cavalryman and his mount were split into two pieces. As blood spurted out, the spear blades in the hands of other cavalrymen also slashed hard on his body.
A clanking sound resounded, and countless sparks flew out from his body. These cavalrymen were only ordinary martial king-level warriors, and could not break through the defense of his martial body.
Perhaps because he felt that just killing his opponents with one sword was not enough, Ye Feng simply put away the Purple Thunder Sword and tore the enemies apart with both hands. Broken limbs and broken arms were scattered everywhere, and tattered corpses lay on the ground, without a single one.
Complete.
The cavalry seemed endless. In just half an hour, Ye Feng used his hands to tear apart tens of thousands of cavalry, including the general wearing golden armor!
When the anger that had been suppressed for ten years was completely released, the white robe on Ye Feng's body had already been dyed red with blood.
He didn't know how many people he had killed, but he just kept going and killed anyone who stood in his way!
Black hair and bloody robe, the murderous aura around him condensed into substance, making him feel that his whole body was immersed in endless killing intent.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
After venting his anger, he still wanted to kill someone!
The cavalrymen from all directions were also endless, rushing forward one after another like moths to a flame, rushing forward to die.
When Ye Feng came back to his senses after venting his anger, he found that he had unknowingly killed so many people that he was about to be controlled by the murderous intention and lose himself.
In the Zifu Consciousness Sea, the originally chaotic and misty space was almost rendered red, with endless murderous intent.
If the ten years of torture in the first level had not made his will extremely firm, I am afraid that under the erosion of this murderous intention, he would be assimilated into a walking zombie who only knows killing.
The will of the soul and the endless murderous intention compete for the control of the body. Ye Feng's body is completely out of control, tearing apart and killing the cavalry who rush towards him one by one. The more people he kills, the heavier the murderous intention becomes.
Repeatedly for another ten years.
The cavalry generals who were charging endlessly from all directions disappeared without a trace, and the mountains of broken limbs and broken arms on the Qingguang Avenue seemed to have never appeared, and everything was peaceful again.
"How long will it take this time?" The man in blood robe did not turn around, only a calm and indifferent voice.
"ten years."
"Is it another ten years? You have to kill tens of millions and understand the heart of killing to pass the test, right?" The man in the blood robe laughed at himself.
The spirit of creation was silent, obviously the answer was exactly what the man in blood robe guessed.
"First, the origin of my soul was tortured for ten years, and I suffered heart-breaking pain for ten years to temper my will as firm as gold and stone. Then, with this will, I withstood the erosion of murderous intent in ten years of killing and understood killing.
Heart, is this the so-called test?"
Ye Feng sneered and turned around, staring at the Spirit of Creation with a pair of eyes as deep as the abyss, "Why should I be at your mercy?"
"This is all for your own good." The silent spirit of creation said.
"Sure for me! I hate to be controlled and manipulated most in my life!" Ye Feng roared, murderous and full of rage.
"There is only one final test left, and you will win. Then you can take revenge on me in any way you want."
Ye Feng smiled sarcastically when he heard this, "You are just a shameless illusion. How can I retaliate against you? I will crush you to ashes?"
With a cold smile, Ye Feng roared to vent his anger, put on his blood robe and continued to walk forward.
When Ye Feng came back to his senses, he knew very well that the reason he had just lost his temper was because of the unknown anger that was suppressed in his heart at being manipulated. In the final analysis, it was because he was not strong enough, so he had no choice but to compromise.
After a moment, a figure appeared in front of him. This was a man wearing a purple shirt and bare feet.
Perhaps sensing Ye Feng's arrival, the barefoot man in purple slowly turned around and looked at him with his hands behind his back.
The man in purple looked very young, with a pair of eyes filled with unruly pride. He jumped up and slapped Ye Feng on the head.