During the ancient battlefield, Mr. Wei once borrowed Ye Fan's body to fight against the leader.
After withstanding the vast and majestic power of Mr. Wei, Ye Fan's body was already riddled with holes. Fortunately, he had this spiritual vein, and the power of pure Yang continued to nourish his body.
But now, Ye Fan unconsciously performed the "Kunpeng Swallowing Heaven Technique", absorbing all the pure Yang power in the field at once, and the power in his body had accumulated to an extremely exaggerated level.
Accumulate and make progress!
Even a supreme immortal like Mr. Wei, at least in the early stage of Nascent Soul, might not be able to compare with Ye Fan.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan's skin showed a shining golden light, and every reshaped bone in his body also glowed with a white light. Although it was not very dazzling, it gave people a warm and clear feeling like glass.
, completely natural, without a single flaw, just like a work of art.
The blood flowing in his body was deafening.
The major acupoints on the head, left arm, and right arm were also opened at the same time, bursting out with bright and dazzling light.
Copper skin and iron bones!
Golden muscles and jade bones!
Reborn!
Refining acupuncture points!
This is the symbol of the different stages of Cangtian Hegemony.
But now, incredible changes have taken place in Ye Fan's body.
"Rumble, rumble, rumble..."
The massive amounts of pure Yang power he absorbed continued to flow towards the upper Dantian Niwan Palace. The Nascent Soul villain inside was baptized, and his appearance changed subtly. He seemed to have grown up a bit compared to before, and he seemed to be older.
Eight or nine years old.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan felt an overwhelming force pouring into his limbs and bones, as if a thin piece of paper had been pierced invisibly.
His cultivation realm finally broke through the bottleneck and reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
At the same time, a mysterious aura was also bred in his body, which circulated for seventy-two times, and finally went upstream and arrived at the Niwan Palace, as if a fish was jumping over a dragon's gate.
"boom!"
In an instant, Ye Fan's consciousness was greatly awakened, his energy was high, and he felt an unprecedented sense of power, as if the power of the stars in the sky were added to his body, and with a casual blow, the wind and clouds could change color, and the sky would collapse.
As the saying goes, it takes only one or two Qi to build a body of gold!
This majestic energy represents that Ye Fan's Heavenly Hegemony has also broken through to the fifth level.
Qi cannot be explained clearly, it is mysterious and mysterious.
In the secular world, even people who don't know martial arts, if they hold high positions all year round and give orders, they will have their own aura and intimidate others.
And there are many types of qi, including righteous qi, evil qi, murderous qi, evil qi, domineering qi...
Now Ye Fan condenses this majestic energy, which contains both the domineering self-respect and the supreme pride.
At this moment, even though Ye Fan was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, in the sight of Ruan Hongli, Lin Tatian, and Dugu Xin, they looked extraordinarily tall and majestic. Even if they were not as good as the sky-covering giant hand of Elder Zhaixingzi, they were no less than the leader's hundred-foot-long hand.
's demonic body.
A hint of majesty was revealed inadvertently, which made the bodies of the three of them tremble slightly, giving rise to a sense of worship.
"Stab it!"
Suddenly, Ye Fan opened his eyes, and two dazzling rays of light shot out from them. There seemed to be invisible electric sparks flashing in the air, and the sound of sonic boom sounded, and the air was torn apart.
This is a gaze that ignores the body and directly strikes the soul. If a monk with a lower level is swept by the gaze, I am afraid that he will immediately crawl to the ground and bow to the ground.
Ye Fan stood up, not angry but showing off his power, which was enough to frighten the world.
For a moment, Ruan Hongli and others turned pale, as if they were weighed down by thousands of mountains, and even breathing was a little difficult.
"Eh? Hong Li, Ta Tian, A Xin, why do you look so ugly?" Ye Fan looked at them and asked curiously.
"Ye...Young Master Ye, please control your breath, we...can't hold on any longer!" Dugu Xin stammered, his voice trembling.
"What?"
Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted and restrained his aura.
In an instant, Ruan, Hongli, and the three of them breathed a long sigh of relief at the same time and relaxed, but their vests were completely soaked with sweat, as if they had experienced an unprecedented battle.
Seeing this scene, even Ye Fan himself was frightened by the power of that majestic energy.
The power contained in it is like the dragon power of the Nine Heavenly Dragons. Once released, it will have invisible suppression on opponents whose cultivation level is lower than one's own.
Ruan Hongli, Lin Tatian and Dugu Xin looked at Ye Fan as if they were looking at monsters.
In the past, when Ye Fan was still in the early stage of Nascent Soul, he could instantly kill the cultivators who transformed into gods, and even escaped from the hands of demons who were comparable to the True Immortal of Tribulation Transcendence.
But now that Ye Fan has broken through the realm, the aura he inadvertently revealed made them feel like they were facing a formidable enemy, and their combat power plummeted.
Being able to join Yunhai Xianmen means that they are all top geniuses, especially Ruan Hongli, who ranks third among the millions of disciples in the outer courtyard.
However, compared with Ye Fan, they are nothing.
Comparing people to each other is so annoying!
…
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside:
"Senior Sister Ruan, is Junior Brother Ye Fan here?"
After hearing this, several people walked out, only to see an unfamiliar face standing outside the mansion.
"Are you...?" Ye Fan looked at the man and asked curiously.
"Junior Brother Ye Fan, on the order of Elder Shang, please come over and discuss the rewards for this trial!" the monk said.
When Ye Fan heard this, his eyes lit up and he was filled with expectation.
In this trial, he achieved many victories and deserved to be at the top of the list, and he also handed over half of the Innocent Spiritual Spring to the sect.
According to common sense, the award given to him by the sect this time will be very shocking.
"Okay, I'll go right away!"
Ye Fan immediately nodded and followed the monk away.
Soon, Ye Fan discovered that the monk did not go to Elder Shang's residence, but walked towards the depths of the Yunhai Immortal Gate.
A quarter of an hour later, the two came to a simple and majestic building. It was shaped somewhat like a Buddhist Scripture Pavilion. On the plaque were three large characters with iron paintings and silver hooks -
Divine Weapon Pavilion!
These three words should have been chopped with a sharp sword. The words contained a soaring sword intent, unparalleled, as if it was about to surge out at any time, enough to defeat the world and shatter the sun, moon and stars.
"Junior brother Ye Fan, these three words were written by Yunhai Xianzun, the founder of the sect. The will in them has not been erased even after ten thousand years. If you are not strong enough, it is best not to read too much, otherwise your spiritual consciousness will be affected by the sword.
Injured!" the monk reminded.
Ye Fan was greatly moved when he heard this.
The three words casually written by Yunhai Immortal Lord still have such power after ten thousand years. Then how powerful and invincible he must have been at his peak!
"Kick! Kick! Kick!"
At this moment, Elder Shang came over from not far away and said: "Ye Fan, you are here!"
"Meet the elder!" Ye Fan bowed and bowed.
"No need to be polite!" Elder Shang waved his hand and continued: "Ye Fan, I will report your deeds to the sect master! The sect master is very happy and has specially granted you permission to enter the Shenbing Pavilion and choose a spiritual weapon!
"
"Ah...it's just one piece..." Ye Fan muttered softly, feeling a little disappointed.
You must know that the impure spiritual springs he handed over are worth hundreds of thousands or even millions of black black stones.
Now the sect just gives him a spiritual weapon, which is really stingy.
"Are you still dissatisfied?!"
Elder Shang raised his voice: "Let me tell you - not just any spiritual weapon can be put into the Divine Weapon Pavilion! In this Divine Weapon Pavilion, all the heaven-level spiritual weapons collected by the sect over the past ten thousand years have been gathered.
There are everything from low-level to high-level heaven! And you can choose one at will, do you know what this concept is? I have been serving the Yunhai Immortal Sect for hundreds of years, and I have never received such treatment!"
After hearing this explanation, Ye Fan understood the value of this award.
Heaven-level spiritual weapons can be said to be the top of the pyramid in the world of immortality. Only the true immortals who have transcended the tribulation can refine them.
As for the heaven-level high-grade spiritual weapons, they are legendary existences. They are exclusive to the ninth-level tribulation masters and are priceless treasures.
For example, the God-Burying Sword that Ye Fan obtained through so much hard work is a heaven-level high-grade spiritual weapon, and its power is self-evident.
Although the Innocent Spiritual Spring is precious, you can still buy it with money, while the high-grade heaven-level spiritual weapons cannot be measured by money. No matter how many black black stones you have, no one will sell them to you!
Of course, such magical weapons are rare, but the Yunhai Immortal Sect has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, and the collection of them for thousands of years is a very exaggerated concept.
Not to mention Tianshu Star, looking at the entire Beidou Galaxy, there is probably no sect that can compare with Yunhai Xianmen in terms of background.
"Ahem..." Ye Fan coughed dryly and said, "Elder Shang, I'm sorry, I misunderstood just now! Well... can we go in and select the magic weapon?"
Elder Shang nodded, and then stepped forward.
There is no one guarding the area around the Shenbing Pavilion, but there is an extremely terrifying formation.
Not to mention the invasion by foreign enemies, even members of the sect who break in without permission will be killed by the terrifying formation.
Elder Shang took out a token and slowly inserted it into the groove on the door.
"Boom!"
The next moment, the door opened.
Ye Fan followed Elder Shang and walked into the Shenbing Pavilion.
In an instant, Ye Fan only felt that the divine light was flickering in front of his eyes, the fairy light flickered, and the room was filled with radiance. He was dazzled and dizzy for a while.
It took him several seconds to get used to the dazzling light.
Looking closely, I saw that this was a very open space, the size of a standard football field. There were countless weapon racks inside, and densely packed magical weapons were placed on them.
In addition to the regular weapons of the Eighteenth Class, there are also uniquely shaped magical weapons such as bells, drums, tripods, lamps, fans, pens, bows, etc.
A rough estimate is that there are at least thousands of pieces.
Even after so many years, these magic weapons still exude a gleaming brilliance, which is extraordinary at first sight.
Ye Fan stepped forward and walked towards the nearest weapons rack, on which was placed a three-foot long sword.
He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, wanting to pick it up and try it out.
Unexpectedly, where it started, it was as heavy as a billion pieces of stone, heavier than thousands of mountains, as if it carried the weight of a star.
"Bah!"
Ye Fan shouted loudly, stimulating his inner energy as if he refused to admit defeat, and his strength skyrocketed.
The power of one dragon, the power of two dragons, the power of three dragons...
Ye Fan suppressed his blush and raised his strength to the limit, which was enough to have the power of ten dragons, before he reluctantly raised the hilt of the sword.
However, it was impossible for him to swing freely!
"Boom!"
Ye Fan had no choice but to let go, and the long sword hit the weapon rack heavily.
He looked defeated, never expecting that even though he tried his best, he still couldn't pick up a sword.
However, Elder Shang next to him was dumbfounded. He looked incredulous and said tremblingly: "You...you actually raised this heavy sword?"
"Chongshenjian? Is this sword famous?" Ye Fan asked, with a curious look on his face.
"Of course!" Elder Shang nodded and explained: "This sword is the sword of the eighth generation sect master of Yunhai Xianmen. It is a middle-grade spiritual weapon of heaven level. The cores of ninety-nine stars are taken as materials and refined.
It took hundreds of years to finally condense this heavy divine sword! With the power of ten dragons, I can barely move this sword, but to fully control it, I need at least the power of a hundred dragons!"
Hearing these words, Ye Fan was secretly speechless. This heavy sword is too perverted.
Ninety-nine stars are compressed into the shape of a three-foot sword. How terrifying is the weight?
You don't even need to use any magical powers when fighting with people. Once this sword hits the enemy, the opponent's body will be shattered directly, leaving no chance of survival.
