Seven hundred and seventieth chapters eight-fold martial artist
"What, Sect Master, you actually plan to destroy the Divine Fist Sect?"
"It's no wonder. It's a pity that we failed to capture the young master of the Divine Fist Sect, otherwise the Divine Fist Sect would have been destroyed long ago."
"Sect Master, what should we do now? Immediately mobilize the troops and go to attack the Divine Fist Sect?"
The elders of Tianjian Sect came up with suggestions one after another.
The leader of the clan, Wang Hong, neither nodded nor shook his head. He just sat on his seat with his eyes closed as if waiting for something. This wait lasted three full days.
On the coast, the owner of Shenlong Island who was fishing finally sighed, shook his head and said: "Wang Hong, an old man, is still putting on airs when a disaster is imminent! But their Tianjian Sect can afford it, and I, Shenlong Island, can."
I'm sorry, a man can bend and stretch, this time I bow to Wang Hong, and soon all the warriors in the entire Sea of Chaos will bow to me!"
After putting away the fishing rod, he took a deep look at the seabed deep in Shenlong Island. Another strong confidence flashed across Old Man Yun's body.
Boom!
Not long after, a huge demonic cloud floated in the sky above the Tianjian Sect. On the seat, Wang Hong finally opened his eyes, with a touch of pride and a touch of sarcasm flashing across his face.
"Old Mo Yun, aren't you sitting on the Diaoyutai and want to watch the battle between our two factions? You are a little early!"
Only then did the elders of Tianjian Sect realize that the sect leader was waiting for Shenlong Island to express its stance. After all, both Tianjian Sect and Shenlong Island were big sects.
If the two sides were to unite, they would have to distinguish priorities, so both Wang Hong and Old Man Mo Yun stood still, just competing to see who was more impatient.
The one who bows his head first will also be in a subordinate position.
In the end, it was Old Man Moyun who lost his composure. After all, he was old and his lifespan was running out. Only by killing Ye Fei as soon as possible and obtaining the inheritance of the Holy Sect could he break through the realm earlier and gain more lifespan.
Yuan.
So when he heard Wang Hong's ridicule, Old Man Yun was not angry. Instead, he smiled bitterly and said to Wang Hong: "Brother Wang, Ye Fei is not an ordinary person. In order to deal with us, the Divine Fist Sect will definitely help Ye Fei with all its strength."
If Fei improves his strength, the longer it takes, the worse it will be for us!"
"Oh, what do you mean, Old Man Moyun?" Wang Hong glanced at him lightly.
An imperceptible sullenness flashed through Old Man Yun's eyes, but he lowered his head and said, "Of course, we ask Master Tianjian, as the leader of our Sea of Chaos, to lead us to destroy the traitor of the Divine Fist Sect who has defected to the Northern Territory!"
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Boom!
In the treasure house, there was constant roaring. As Ye Fei's practice deepened, even the most secure treasure house of the Divine Fist Sect showed signs of collapse.
This also scared a group of elders from Shenlong Island.
"What kind of technique is Elder Ye practicing? Just the aura it emits is so terrifying!"
"It's over. Could it be that our treasure house can't bear it and just explode? It's our foundation for hundreds of years!"
Xia Jun was also alarmed by Ye Fei's cultivation. He came over and looked at the shaking treasure house with envy and said: "As expected of Brother Ye, his cultivation can make such a big noise. If Brother Ye accompanied me to Zhongzhou, I would establish a daughter
The dream of our country will surely come true!”
"You brat, what are you talking about? Look at Ye Fei, then look at yourself. If you don't practice well, I will beat you to death today!"
Leng Buding Xia Feng walked over without saying a word, grabbed Xia Jun and threw it into the sky, slapped him countless times, forming a hurricane, and frantically greeted Xia Jun.
Xia Jun screamed on the spot: "Dad, am I your biological child? Every time I come back, you either beat or kick me..."
"How dare you speak so harshly, you brat! Who told you that you were born with a body that deserves a beating? If I don't beat you harder, when you go to Zhongzhou, I estimate that you won't survive more than a year and my Xia family will be wiped out. Don't do it either."
Stand still, come here and beat me hard!"
Xia Feng wasn't enough to beat his son, so he even invited the elders around him to join him. In the end, even Zhao Sinian, Jing Wushou and others couldn't resist the temptation of beating the young master, and came over happily to face Xia Jun.
Just a beating.
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"Strange, I seem to hear Xia Jun's screams. Could it be that he is practicing too hard and is hallucinating." In the treasure house, Ye Fei slowly opened his eyes.
After a week of non-stop practice, he finally refined all the five million high-grade spiritual stones in front of him.
If other warriors had absorbed such a large amount of spiritual energy in a short period of time, they would have exploded on the spot or gone crazy.
Ye Fei is different. He has twelve souls in his body. Although five million high-grade spiritual stones are an exaggeration, if the twelve souls are absorbed at the same time, Ye Fei can still persevere.
"It's a pity that even five million high-grade spiritual stones can only allow me to forcibly break through to the eighth level of Martial Lord. If I want to break through to the ninth level, I estimate that I will need another five million. As for the tenth level of Martial Lord,
I estimate that without 10 million high-grade spiritual stones, there is no way to break through."
Ye Fei looked at his own state in a depressed manner. The more his state improved, the more he felt the disadvantages of the practice of polytheism.
At this time, he finally understood why warriors of multiple gods only appeared frequently in ancient times. In the current Tianwu Continent, even among the geniuses in Zhongzhou, many of them are practicing a single soul.
The reason is that the more souls there are, the more difficult it is to break through the realm.
With the same five million high-grade spiritual stones, it is completely possible for a Martial Lord who cultivates a single soul to be instantly promoted from the Martial Lord's first level to the Martial Lord's tenth level in a short period of time, without considering the consequences of forcibly breaking through.
But Ye Fei couldn't do it. Every improvement of the twelve souls required an astonishing amount of energy. Ye Fei tried his best to save this, but he could only upgrade his realm from the fifth level of Wu Jun to the eighth level of Wu Jun.
If he wants to continue to improve, even if his physical body can still bear it, the spiritual stone cannot.
Especially the current Tianwu Continent is still in a period of extreme shortage of spiritual stones. This is definitely a nightmare for warriors who cultivate multiple souls.
Feeling the number of spiritual stones that may be needed to break through to the next level, Ye Fei now feels like crying without tears.
"Even for a sect like the Shen Fist Sect, five million high-grade spiritual stones is already the limit. If I tell the Shen Fist Sect again, I will need 15 million high-grade spiritual stones before I can break through.
The Tenth Level Martial Lord, those elders of the Divine Fist Sect, must drive me away."
But if I don’t have enough spirit stones, how can I continue to improve? How can I stop borrowing some spirit stones from Xiaocao? Ye Fei quietly glanced at Xiaocao playing next to him, and soon lowered his head in frustration.
Ye Fei was very depressed to find that during the period of his cultivation, Xiaocao had already eaten up all the five hundred thousand spirit stones as biscuits, and now he was lying on the ground with a bulging belly and a small quilt covering the elixir.
Huge sleep.
"Let me go, this grass is so delicious! It seems that unless I wipe out all three sects, I won't be able to break through to the tenth level of Martial Lord in a short time."
Ye Fei sighed, since the way to improve his realm was not feasible, he could only find another way. (To be continued)