In a stone chamber on the fourth floor of the Dharma Temple, Ye Feng looked solemn, looking at a top-grade "Soul-loving" inscription in his hand.
This time he did not exchange the guardian god's Yuanzhuan, but prepared a "soul-abundance" for himself, hoping to use inscriptions to resist the interference of spiritual magic illusions in the sutras and Dharma temples.
He took off his upper body robe and his strong chest was tangled with muscles. After a long period of hard work, he made his body particularly strong.
Take a breath and follow the method that Guan said without saying anything before leaving. Ye Feng put his fingers together and pointed it at his chest.
Bo...
A slight fluctuation of the Yuan force spread out from the chest.
Feeling the fluctuations in it, the other hand removed the extra corners of the inscription like lightning, then gently picked it up and pressed it down at the place where the fluctuations were the strongest.
Dong...
The moment he pressed on his skin, a strange wave rushed from the fitting point toward his whole body, making Ye Feng tremble all over.
A faint cool breath came from the chest, making people feel refreshed.
Without any hesitation, he activated the meridians and introduced a strand of Yuanli into the inscription.
boom!
With the invasion of the Yuanli, the inscription suddenly rushed out of the bright light, and it could clearly feel the energy of the Yuanli in it fluctuated continuously, like a small furnace, releasing incredible power.
When the interference force that lingers around him approached about three feet of Ye Feng's body, it was no longer possible to make a little more progress.
"Is this the power of the soul-abundling inscription?"
Seeing the strange illusion power being dispelled, Ye Feng couldn't help but exclaim. With such a powerful effect, it's no wonder that a "soul-loving" would be sold at a sky-high price of more than 20,000 spirit stones.
After suppressing the joy in his heart, he sat cross-legged on the jade platform, placed a sect talisman in the dent and began to practice with closed eyes.
Ye Feng's plan this time is to directly attack the ninth level of the virtual realm. The three sect talismans have twelve days of cultivation. His current cultivation level has reached the late stage of the eighth level of the virtual realm, and he should be able to meet the impact needs.
Buzz!
With a buzzing sound, the powerful Yuan power rushed from all over the place and turned into torrents and rushed into Ye Feng's body.
With the blessing of the inscription, the interference of the illusion can be almost negligible. Ye Feng will not refuse anyone, and the evergreen veins will be opened forever, and the whale will swallow the Yuan power like a drink of a cow.
In just one day, the Yuan power in the dantian increased a lot.
"At this kind of cultivation speed, you should be able to reach the ninth level of the virtual realm after the retreat ends this time."
While excited, Ye Feng also felt a little emotional.
The Sutra Dharma Temple is the most precious place for cultivation in the Yuan Sect of Heaven and Earth. Every disciple can enter the cultivation time. In this way, those with extraordinary talents can obtain more Yuan power and slightly less talent.
Of course, there should be fewer people.
Spending the same time and paying the same price will not result in the same results, which is not fair to some disciples.
Unfortunately, this is Jinhua Shangcheng, where those who are capable live, and resources... will only be left to the strong.
With a shook his head and threw away the thoughts that filled his mind, Ye Feng's mind once again penetrated into the state of cultivation.
As time passed slowly, the energy in his body was accumulating rapidly. On the seventh day, the crystals in his dantian became more and more crystal clear, and almost occupied most of the dantian.
Ye Feng knew in his heart that when all his energy is condensed into crystallization, he should be able to enter the king realm.
Without the interference of illusions, he felt more sensitive about Yuanli. At this moment, his body was like a river rushing inside, and he could break through the eighth level at any time and advance to the ninth level in one fell swoop.
Unfortunately, things went against my wishes. On the eighth, the ninth, and the tenth day, the Yuanli was still at the level of slowly filling up, but it did not increase significantly.
The more you go, the less obvious the growth of Yuanli will be.
On the last day, it was the same as before. Seeing that Yuanli was about to reach the promotion needs, he just couldn't enter the promotion status.
"Damn, what's going on!"
In the evening, Ye Feng, who had been struggling for several days, had to give up his struggle and shouted in a pissy manner.
The scene in front of him made him a little incredible, as if there was a layer of vague shackles that restricted the arrival of the promotion state.
"Boy, you have been addicted to the inscription recently and neglected your understanding of Yuanli, which has led to insufficient training in your mood. Perhaps... as long as you come to such a battle or two, you will be able to advance next time."
Yuan Ling's lazy voice came out.
After hearing his words, Ye Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly.
That's right, since joining Diyuan Sect, I have been busy improving the inscription techniques and mental power, and I have indeed been a little lazy about martial arts and skills.
Now he is like a lake in winter, with a thin layer of frost floating on the water, which makes the lake water unable to fill it.
However, as long as you use external forces to break this layer of frost, you can get the opportunity to advance.
Looking at the light that was constantly fading from the talismans of the sect, he shook his head helplessly. When he encountered a bottleneck, he had no choice but to think about it. Ye Feng had no choice but to walk out of the cultivation stone room before talking.
He was constantly in the sutras and Dharma temple with extremely high concentration of Yuanli, which made him feel a little nervous, but after he came out, he felt a little relaxed and happy.
When he was about to leave the inner door and return to the servant building, the road ahead seemed to be blocked by a figure.
Under an ancient tree not far outside the Octagonal Linglong Pavilion, there is a majestic figure of a man standing.
This man is tall and looks like an iron tower. He is carrying a huge glass hammer on his back, and a green grass is holding the corner of his mouth. He is closing his eyes and hunching his arms. He is waiting for something.
The tall man's breath was not out at all, but it gave people an extremely depressing feeling, as if the person was full of sharp power.
Many inner disciples of the Tiandiyuan Sect stood far away and watched, pointing at the man from time to time and whispering a few words.
"Domsy side leak!"
After just a brief glance, Ye Feng gave his own evaluation.
This person's muscles are very big, his finger joints are protruding, his back is covered with calluses, his long hair is fluttering freely, his eyebrows are full of unruly, and his slightly closed eyes are frowning from time to time, as if he is a little dissatisfied with the eyes around him.
The heavy hammer on the back is even more exaggerated. The hammer head is as big as a basin, as dark as ink, and a faint smell of blood overflows from it.
Even most of the people in the Tianyuan Sect deliberately avoided this person, but a few powerful guys looked at the man meaningfully and stood not far away with a look of waiting and watching.
"Senior brother, what happened here?"
Unable to contain his curiosity, Ye Feng grabbed a disciple of Diyuan Sect passing by and asked.
"I don't know either. Maybe someone who is blind and provoked that guy again. He has been standing there for nearly two days."
The inner disciple who was stopped by Ye Feng replied with a lip.