Chapter 1189
High in the air.
Ye Feng is crossing the robbery.
His holy land robbery was terrible, more than ten times stronger than that of ordinary practitioners.
However, Ye Feng did not panic at all.
He just relied on his powerful flesh to shake the thunder, devour the original flesh, and his strength was more and more consolidated.
"Is this the strength of heaven's holy land?"
Ye Feng stretched out his hand and could feel the world vision contained in the palm of his hand.
You can crush any heavenly saint with one palm.
This is only the case of using their own Dharma power. If you use Holy Level magic power, you can firmly shake the most holy.
Of course, his Dharma cultivation strength is still very weak!
It's hard to rely on the power of Dharma cultivation alone. If you want to deal with a strong enemy, you have to rely on physical cultivation, the power of the world and other means.
"My Dharma practice is promoted to heavenly saint, but it's not enough."
Maple leaf is low.
The beginning of Dharma cultivation is to ascend to the most holy.
Holy?
It's far from it!
Half an hour later.
The smell of leaf maple is more and more vast.
Today, he has consolidated his cultivation through the thunder pool in the thunder temple and completely gained a firm foothold.
In his hand, a bottle appeared.
This is the true blood of all souls!
It contains more than 10000 kinds of soul blood of ancient true spirits, each of which is comparable to the existence of fairyland.
Slightly stronger ones are enough to compare with earth immortals and celestial immortals.
The strongest one can compare with xianzun!
If so much ancient true soul blood is absorbed by one person, it can make the flesh more terrible.
"No wonder the Immortal Emperor Tianchan accepted the entrustment of Tianluo xianzun and sent a separate lower bound. This bottle of all souls real blood is enough to bring great improvement to the Immortal Emperor."
"But..."
"Now it's mine."
Ye Feng grinned.
He opened the cork and took a deep breath.
More than 10000 lights of different colors burst out, all of which were inhaled into the body by Ye Feng and scattered into all parts and bones.
"Ah!"
Powerful force washes through the body.
Ye Feng couldn't help making a muffled sound.
He can feel the breath of ancient true spirits such as real dragon, colorful Phoenix, unicorn, evil beast, crazy lion and Yin crow.
They roar inside.
Endless blood pressure swept around.
However, with the rolling of the majestic Qi and blood force in Ye Feng's body, the real soul blood is digested and absorbed, and gradually melted into an immortal virtual shadow.
Click!
Ye Feng suddenly clenched his fist, and a virtual shadow of a chaotic giant appeared behind him, which was the physical talent awakened after refining all souls' real blood.
One punch out, chaos out!
Even the most powerful immortal and the most holy will be crushed to pieces in the face of Ye Feng's chaotic fist.
"I want to play a physical magic power called chaos fist, which is more powerful than Wanjie fist."
Maple leaf is low.
He crossed his knees in the void and drank a cup of enlightenment tea. His fists kept popping out, making chaotic fist marks.
Boom!
Every punch can explode the void.
As strong as the divine way of heaven, they all had some palpitations and said, "the flesh of Ye Feng's Taoist friend is more and more terrible."
Arctic galaxy.
Emperor star, crystal throne.
The ancient gods sensed a breath of chaos and couldn't help looking at the mainland of China and sensing it carefully.
"Ye Feng's body has degenerated and evolved the law of chaos, which is stronger than the law of power."
"Of course, there are too few such rules."
"Compared with my power law, I lost in quantity, but if I fight at the same level and rely on power alone, I should be really inferior to him."
The ancient holy God low Nan.
Ye Feng's flesh was terrible enough, and he also realized the law of power, pure and vast, and Wanling's true blood made his flesh a hundred feet further.
If you give all souls' true blood to others, you can't achieve transformation. At most, you can greatly enhance the physical body.
But Ye Feng is different!
His flesh is terrible.
Today, the practitioners of the ethereal sect continue to break through, making Ye Feng's physical strength further. When he reaches the critical value of transformation, he is almost at the door.
This bottle of all souls real blood is the help of breakthrough.
High in the air.
Ye Feng constantly deduces chaos fist.
On the ground.
They are still refining the original power of the eruption of the immortal holy spring. At least a generation of disciples such as Moying have stepped into the level of the emperor of heaven, and several of them are attacking the quasi saint.
Qiang! Qiang!
Two loud swords spread.
Moying and Huo Yunjie soared into the air, successfully integrating the two yuan forces and stepping into a quasi saint.
"Breakthrough!"
Moying and Huo Yunjie looked at each other and separated to different heights to prepare for the thunder robbery.
"Ah!"
Wang Ping'an roared. He burned his ass and burst into the sky. He was entangled by thunder.
His accomplishments have also entered the quasi saint!
The fierce thunder robbery is preparing to chop down.
"No!"
"Elder martial brother Wang is also sanctified?"
"It's said that he absorbed the fire spirit elixir given by the leader. Not only his flame ability soared, but also his accomplishments soared several small levels, so he entered the quasi saint."
"Fire spirit elixir?"
"No wonder!"
The disciples of the ethereal sect looked envious.
"Worthy of being the holy spring of fairy spirits!"
Liufeng and jiumania also woke up.
They are saints and absorb the power of the fairy holy spring. Although they have not broken through the heavenly saint, their cultivation has soared. If they enjoy the eruption of the fairy holy spring once or twice, they can break the environment.
"Pure breath!"
Jade God also woke up.
She is already a heavenly saint. There are many difficulties to continue to break through in this realm. Even if she absorbs the power of the immortal holy spring, she can only come to the middle of the heavenly saint.
"I haven't broken through yet. It's so boring!"
Princess Hu leaned against the colorful enlightenment tea tree, carried the Hunyuan stick and yawned.
Her upgrade energy is stuck at 99.9%.
All the disciples of the first, second, third, fourth and fifth generations have made breakthroughs, especially the five generations of disciples with low accomplishments have broken through three small realms per capita.
"Roar!"
High in the air.
The flat head brother swelled to tens of meters high, covered in armor, with hard dorsal fins on his back, and his breath became more and more violent.
Beside it, there are many spirit beasts.
Little white fox, big red fox, dog erha
Their cultivation started with the demon emperor of the divine yuan realm.
The mountain guarding spirit beasts of the first echelon, such as brother Pingtou and fox Dahong, have stepped into the quasi saint and shocked all directions.
All over mainland China.
The practitioners of many forces looked envious.
"The strength of the ethereal sect has soared!"
"Yes!"
"The disciples of the first echelon are all sanctified, which is better than our true disciples of the holy land."
"Let alone the true disciples, who are the holy sons of our holy land, may not be comparable to the generation of disciples of the ethereal sect. They are powerful and must be a holy land in the future."
"No way!"
"This is leader Ye's sect."
The Lords and elders of the major forces shook their heads and sighed that the ethereal sect was too strong.
Compared with them, their holy land is like pediatrics.
Time passed bit by bit.
The practitioners of the ethereal sect are all practicing hard, and no one wastes this precious opportunity.
Ye Feng took great efforts to get the immortal spring back from Tianlan immortal region.
If it were not for Ye Feng, they would not be blessed.
Even countless ancient saints in mainland China have paid a heavy price in order to absorb the power of the immortal holy spring, some have fallen, some have been disabled, and some have disappeared.
And this highlights the rarity of the immortal holy spring.
Boom!
Shen Yu, the second generation disciple, Han Yonghui, the third generation disciple, Zhang Tianyuan, the fourth generation disciple, and Ding Qingshu, the fifth generation disciple, all made rapid breakthroughs and consolidated their foundations.
In half a day.
The eruption of Xianling holy spring is over.
High in the air.
Ye Feng is still rehearsing chaos fist.
Around him, countless fist prints emerge, dense, completely blocking the void. The chaotic breath contained in it can kill the spirit.
One punch, Holy Land meteorite!
Ye Feng is crossing the robbery.
His holy land robbery was terrible, more than ten times stronger than that of ordinary practitioners.
However, Ye Feng did not panic at all.
He just relied on his powerful flesh to shake the thunder, devour the original flesh, and his strength was more and more consolidated.
"Is this the strength of heaven's holy land?"
Ye Feng stretched out his hand and could feel the world vision contained in the palm of his hand.
You can crush any heavenly saint with one palm.
This is only the case of using their own Dharma power. If you use Holy Level magic power, you can firmly shake the most holy.
Of course, his Dharma cultivation strength is still very weak!
It's hard to rely on the power of Dharma cultivation alone. If you want to deal with a strong enemy, you have to rely on physical cultivation, the power of the world and other means.
"My Dharma practice is promoted to heavenly saint, but it's not enough."
Maple leaf is low.
The beginning of Dharma cultivation is to ascend to the most holy.
Holy?
It's far from it!
Half an hour later.
The smell of leaf maple is more and more vast.
Today, he has consolidated his cultivation through the thunder pool in the thunder temple and completely gained a firm foothold.
In his hand, a bottle appeared.
This is the true blood of all souls!
It contains more than 10000 kinds of soul blood of ancient true spirits, each of which is comparable to the existence of fairyland.
Slightly stronger ones are enough to compare with earth immortals and celestial immortals.
The strongest one can compare with xianzun!
If so much ancient true soul blood is absorbed by one person, it can make the flesh more terrible.
"No wonder the Immortal Emperor Tianchan accepted the entrustment of Tianluo xianzun and sent a separate lower bound. This bottle of all souls real blood is enough to bring great improvement to the Immortal Emperor."
"But..."
"Now it's mine."
Ye Feng grinned.
He opened the cork and took a deep breath.
More than 10000 lights of different colors burst out, all of which were inhaled into the body by Ye Feng and scattered into all parts and bones.
"Ah!"
Powerful force washes through the body.
Ye Feng couldn't help making a muffled sound.
He can feel the breath of ancient true spirits such as real dragon, colorful Phoenix, unicorn, evil beast, crazy lion and Yin crow.
They roar inside.
Endless blood pressure swept around.
However, with the rolling of the majestic Qi and blood force in Ye Feng's body, the real soul blood is digested and absorbed, and gradually melted into an immortal virtual shadow.
Click!
Ye Feng suddenly clenched his fist, and a virtual shadow of a chaotic giant appeared behind him, which was the physical talent awakened after refining all souls' real blood.
One punch out, chaos out!
Even the most powerful immortal and the most holy will be crushed to pieces in the face of Ye Feng's chaotic fist.
"I want to play a physical magic power called chaos fist, which is more powerful than Wanjie fist."
Maple leaf is low.
He crossed his knees in the void and drank a cup of enlightenment tea. His fists kept popping out, making chaotic fist marks.
Boom!
Every punch can explode the void.
As strong as the divine way of heaven, they all had some palpitations and said, "the flesh of Ye Feng's Taoist friend is more and more terrible."
Arctic galaxy.
Emperor star, crystal throne.
The ancient gods sensed a breath of chaos and couldn't help looking at the mainland of China and sensing it carefully.
"Ye Feng's body has degenerated and evolved the law of chaos, which is stronger than the law of power."
"Of course, there are too few such rules."
"Compared with my power law, I lost in quantity, but if I fight at the same level and rely on power alone, I should be really inferior to him."
The ancient holy God low Nan.
Ye Feng's flesh was terrible enough, and he also realized the law of power, pure and vast, and Wanling's true blood made his flesh a hundred feet further.
If you give all souls' true blood to others, you can't achieve transformation. At most, you can greatly enhance the physical body.
But Ye Feng is different!
His flesh is terrible.
Today, the practitioners of the ethereal sect continue to break through, making Ye Feng's physical strength further. When he reaches the critical value of transformation, he is almost at the door.
This bottle of all souls real blood is the help of breakthrough.
High in the air.
Ye Feng constantly deduces chaos fist.
On the ground.
They are still refining the original power of the eruption of the immortal holy spring. At least a generation of disciples such as Moying have stepped into the level of the emperor of heaven, and several of them are attacking the quasi saint.
Qiang! Qiang!
Two loud swords spread.
Moying and Huo Yunjie soared into the air, successfully integrating the two yuan forces and stepping into a quasi saint.
"Breakthrough!"
Moying and Huo Yunjie looked at each other and separated to different heights to prepare for the thunder robbery.
"Ah!"
Wang Ping'an roared. He burned his ass and burst into the sky. He was entangled by thunder.
His accomplishments have also entered the quasi saint!
The fierce thunder robbery is preparing to chop down.
"No!"
"Elder martial brother Wang is also sanctified?"
"It's said that he absorbed the fire spirit elixir given by the leader. Not only his flame ability soared, but also his accomplishments soared several small levels, so he entered the quasi saint."
"Fire spirit elixir?"
"No wonder!"
The disciples of the ethereal sect looked envious.
"Worthy of being the holy spring of fairy spirits!"
Liufeng and jiumania also woke up.
They are saints and absorb the power of the fairy holy spring. Although they have not broken through the heavenly saint, their cultivation has soared. If they enjoy the eruption of the fairy holy spring once or twice, they can break the environment.
"Pure breath!"
Jade God also woke up.
She is already a heavenly saint. There are many difficulties to continue to break through in this realm. Even if she absorbs the power of the immortal holy spring, she can only come to the middle of the heavenly saint.
"I haven't broken through yet. It's so boring!"
Princess Hu leaned against the colorful enlightenment tea tree, carried the Hunyuan stick and yawned.
Her upgrade energy is stuck at 99.9%.
All the disciples of the first, second, third, fourth and fifth generations have made breakthroughs, especially the five generations of disciples with low accomplishments have broken through three small realms per capita.
"Roar!"
High in the air.
The flat head brother swelled to tens of meters high, covered in armor, with hard dorsal fins on his back, and his breath became more and more violent.
Beside it, there are many spirit beasts.
Little white fox, big red fox, dog erha
Their cultivation started with the demon emperor of the divine yuan realm.
The mountain guarding spirit beasts of the first echelon, such as brother Pingtou and fox Dahong, have stepped into the quasi saint and shocked all directions.
All over mainland China.
The practitioners of many forces looked envious.
"The strength of the ethereal sect has soared!"
"Yes!"
"The disciples of the first echelon are all sanctified, which is better than our true disciples of the holy land."
"Let alone the true disciples, who are the holy sons of our holy land, may not be comparable to the generation of disciples of the ethereal sect. They are powerful and must be a holy land in the future."
"No way!"
"This is leader Ye's sect."
The Lords and elders of the major forces shook their heads and sighed that the ethereal sect was too strong.
Compared with them, their holy land is like pediatrics.
Time passed bit by bit.
The practitioners of the ethereal sect are all practicing hard, and no one wastes this precious opportunity.
Ye Feng took great efforts to get the immortal spring back from Tianlan immortal region.
If it were not for Ye Feng, they would not be blessed.
Even countless ancient saints in mainland China have paid a heavy price in order to absorb the power of the immortal holy spring, some have fallen, some have been disabled, and some have disappeared.
And this highlights the rarity of the immortal holy spring.
Boom!
Shen Yu, the second generation disciple, Han Yonghui, the third generation disciple, Zhang Tianyuan, the fourth generation disciple, and Ding Qingshu, the fifth generation disciple, all made rapid breakthroughs and consolidated their foundations.
In half a day.
The eruption of Xianling holy spring is over.
High in the air.
Ye Feng is still rehearsing chaos fist.
Around him, countless fist prints emerge, dense, completely blocking the void. The chaotic breath contained in it can kill the spirit.
One punch, Holy Land meteorite!
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