Text_Chapter 291: Extreme Fire Refines the Soul Blade
"Ten days is a limit that cannot be broken!"
"Hmph, the genius of my Yin Sect was so amazing back then. Although the Purple Emperor is very powerful, it is still very difficult to reach that level."
Everyone in the Yin Sect looked very sad.
They saw that Zi Huang was unhappy. Xu Yin had been defeated. Now they could only gain a little sense of vanity from the rewards. They didn't want Ling Feng to get more.
"I'm afraid the result will make you very disappointed!" The proud bird pouted. It knew Ling Feng too well. Since it had already gone in, it would be weird not to trick him until he died.
"The Purple Emperor is an unprecedented trinity, and it may take longer." Chen Xi also nodded.
"snort!"
The Medicine Sect disciples snorted coldly. They didn't say anything, they just looked at Yanbang coldly.
Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
This also made many people change their minds. At this time, it has already ranked among the top five in the history of Yanbang. This made the faces of the Yin Sect people even more ugly. They were very disgusted.
People stood under the flame list, waiting quietly...
"Ouch!"
The shrill screams resounded in the Yanbang. Lingfeng's little face was twisted and extremely ferocious. Blood overflowed between his eyebrows and around his head. It was also pitch black and exuded a foul smell. Even Lingfeng himself couldn't stand it.
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Of course, this also surprised him, because it was an impurity of spiritual power, but it was much more difficult to temper than flesh, blood, and bones. Even the soul-eating stone could not do it.
Although Taiyi True Water can also do this, it only penetrates a small amount each time, which is far from achieving the effect of baptism. However, the water of the Creation Pool is different.
It surged forward, making Ling Feng's mental power feel as if he had been reborn.
"Sisi..."
As the water in the Creation Pool increased, the entire Soul Devouring Blade was submerged, and the pain intensified, making Ling Feng feel dizzy and his head about to explode.
This process is slower than that of the physical body. After all, the mental power is too special and fragile. If you are not careful, you will become dementia. Therefore, Ling Feng has also become cautious.
But just like this, the water in the pool of creation that the soul blade swallowed reached a terrifying level, causing Ling Feng's soul sea to swell with pain, and even the swallowed soul blade felt like it was about to explode.
"Ah, it hurts so much!"
Not long after, Ling Feng held his head and fell upside down in the Pond of Creation. The veins on his forehead were beating like worms one by one. His face was as red as blood, and the pain reached his bone marrow.
The most important thing is that this kind of pain is different from physical oppression. It is mental and more painful. The whole person feels like he is being drained and his nerves are in chaos.
"Hold on and get through it!"
Ling Feng gritted his teeth and slammed his fists on the ground. The pain of tearing flesh and blood made him wake up a little from his trance, and he continued to suffer.
And this ordeal lasted for five whole days!
During these five days, Ling Feng's two hand bones were smashed, and the water in the Creation Pond was dyed red, mixed with dark impurities like lines, which can be said to be a fishy smell, floating in the air, making the golden color
The villains all hid far away.
And Ling Feng was already numb.
His eyes were very dim, his face was twitching, his pupils had lost their luster, and he looked a bit demented. At this moment, in his soul sea, the soul-devouring blade had been entangled with transparent light, and every trace of impurities had been absorbed by it.
When forced out, it shows a bright golden blue color, which is very deep.
A "whoop" sound.
It seemed very sudden that the soul-devouring blade suddenly started burning. Due to the movement of the Void Dao, it also brought the yin and yang polar flames of the dantian into the soul sea, allowing it to burn the mental power and further burst out.
I have to say that this is a risky attempt, that is, Ling Feng dares to do this.
You must know that mental power is too fragile, and flame is their nemesis. Once encountered, it will be easily burned to death, but Lingfeng did just that.
Of course, this is also because the Yin and Yang Extreme Flame is under his control. If he can't hold on, he will disperse it as soon as possible, otherwise, people will really die.
"Huchi, wheeze..."
Although there were not many scorching flames, they were beating with a heart-stopping aura. Ling Feng's little face became more ferocious, his eyes became duller, and he felt that his mental power was being strangled.
"Ouch..."
The miserable sound undoubtedly formed a tragic scene in the calm Yanbang. During the whole process, Ling Feng was struggling hard, his mind becoming more and more insane, as if he was crazy.
Two days later, he was completely wilted, fell limply into the water of the Creation Pond, and passed out. He still overestimated his control, or to be precise, his perseverance.
"Huhu..."
The next moment, the flame swallowed up the soul blade...
"Ten days!"
Outside Yanbang, there was an uproar. People were dumbfounded and felt thirsty. Even everyone in the Yin Sect was speechless. The Purple Emperor actually persisted until the tenth day.
And as the last ray of the setting sun set in the evening, Ling Feng had broken through the limit of ten days and started to head towards the eleventh day, which completely subverted everyone's thinking.
"Hmph!" The Yaozong people were still cold and their teeth were sore.
"Breaking the Yin Sect's record, Zihuang not only ranks first in combat power, but also ranks first in rewards!" People exclaimed.
"How long will that guy last?"
The arrogant bird looked at Yanbang, even it was very curious, what was Lingfeng doing? He couldn't really rob Yanbang, right?
Because it had heard Ling Feng mutter such a sentence before.
"It won't be long before the Holy Flame Secret Realm is closed. I hope that guy can gain more."
"Purple Emperor, this is really surprising." Chen Xi smacked her lips, her eyes sparkling, how did that little brother practice?
By this time, everyone's mouths were in a round shape, and they were completely stunned. The reward from the Purple Emperor was unprecedented and unimaginable.
Until now, he has not come out.
What exactly is the reward?!
This is everyone's question...
"You won't really rob Yanbang, right?" Even the proud bird was speechless. With Ling Feng's talent, even the emperor-level martial arts, and even the holy-level martial arts, are not so slow to comprehend.
“Strongly agree!”
A figure rushed out from the proud bird, its eyes sparkling, and Zifeng appeared. Although he was seriously injured in the lake, and he has been cultivating in the Spirit Devouring Pearl these days, he is nourished by the best earth elixir, plus
With his own understanding, he also reached the ultimate level of martial arts, which also made the proud bird very happy.
"Old man, don't scare the birds so much, okay?" the proud bird curled its lips.
"The Holy Flame Secret Realm will be closed soon. Isn't that little guy going to stay in Yan Bang?" Zifeng glanced at Tsundere Bird, and then turned to Yan Bang.
"The devil knows." Tsundere Bird muttered.
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"Twenty days!"
When this news reached Fire City and Yan City, it also shocked everyone. It completely surpassed the record kept by the Yin Sect genius. It is conceivable that when the Purple Emperor comes out, there will be amazing changes, even if
No one would be surprised if he broke through the third level of Martial Emperor in one fell swoop.
The Chen family and Su Xiaoru were very surprised by this, but the elders of the Medicine Sect looked gloomy every day, almost dripping with water. They really hoped that Ling Feng would die in Yanbang.
"Huchi, wheeze..."
A few days passed before Ling Feng woke up leisurely. His eyes regained some sparkle. The water in the Creation Pond had turned purple-black, submerging half of Ling Feng's body. The fishy smell could be smelled far away.
This is formed from the dirty blood and impurities in his body.
And the burning flames in his soul sea gradually extinguished, revealing a dark soul blade with pits on it, like burnt black charcoal.
"Kacha"
Suddenly, the soul blade trembled and made a crisp shattering sound. Then, the layers of pitch-black powder on it withered away, turning into fly ash as it fell, overflowing out along the pores.
And after the powder withered, a deep, crystal light escaped from it. Ling Ren's sharp aura seemed very obscure, but it was definitely not a level higher than before.
The eight swallowing storms above merged to form a spring. What was spinning inside was not a storm, but a golden blood flame, and it looked like a golden blood Tai Chi Yang!
The soul blade was much smaller than before, but more solid. There were also faint golden blood flames burning around it. One side was gold and the other side was blue, forming a very harmonious picture.
This is a soul blade like no other!
There is no doubt that the devouring power is stronger. Ling Feng can feel it even if he presses lightly. The devouring speed is definitely several times faster than before. What surprises him the most is that his mental power has also reached that of a spiritual master.
The ultimate state.
You know, it is very difficult for a spiritual master to advance to each level, but he directly advanced to two small levels in the pool of creation. This is very scary.
It can be said that Ling Feng simply couldn't do it in another place, and if he wanted to rely on himself, it would take about a year.
"It is indeed a great blessing!"
Ling Feng touched his forehead, got up, and adapted briefly. The dizziness left by the pain could not help but raise the corners of his mouth, and he was extremely excited.
This pool of creation has allowed him to enter three ultimate realms, and none of them are generally tyrannical. It can be said that now he is the real number one in the martial spirit realm, and he can beat Xu Yin to death in every realm.
"Soul Blade Bathed in Fire, Transformation of Mental Power!"
He stood up, tore the smelly clothes on his body into pieces, the yin and yang polar flames surged out, burning all the filth on his body, and then put on a new piece of clothes, feeling refreshed.
Not long after, the little golden man also appeared, but when it saw the dry pool of creation, its whole face twisted, its blond hair stood on end, and it was a little dazed for a moment.