In the Witch God Temple, Ye Chen sat cross-legged in front of the statue of the Witch God. The pain in his head made Ye Chen's face become a little distorted, and cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead.
Fortunately, Ye Chen had the experience of receiving the inheritance from the dragon pattern ring. Although the mental power in his mind is quite overbearing, he can still barely support it.
I don’t know how long it took, but the luster on the statue of the Witch God slowly faded, and a few cracks appeared on the statue’s body.
Ye Chen opened his eyes with a tired look on his face, feeling the complete witchcraft scripture in his mind, with a touch of excitement in his eyes.
I almost risked my life here, it was really worth it.
Ye Chen stood up from the ground, looked at the statue full of cracks, and said solemnly: "Thank you to Senior Wushen for preaching today. Ye Chen will definitely remember this kindness in his heart. If there is a crisis in Wushen Religion in the future, Ye will definitely repay Senior Today's favor.
The grace of preaching.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Chen bowed to the statue again.
As Ye Chen bowed, a rustling sound came from the Witch Temple. The stone wall behind the statue suddenly opened from the middle. A small room appeared in front of Ye Chen, and the rich spiritual energy dispersed from the room.
Come out.
"There is indeed a dark room in this witch temple."
Ye Chen's eyes flashed with joy and he quickly walked into the room behind the statue.
In the middle of the room, there is a pool made of jade. The pool is filled with white water, and a strong spiritual energy rushes towards your face.
Ye Chen just took a whiff, and a feeling of comfort spread throughout his body.
"It's such a great feat to condense spiritual energy into liquid."
A flash of light flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, and his face was full of shock.
"With this pool of spiritual water, I can definitely take this opportunity to break through the Jingmen in my body. As long as I break through the first five gates, my strength should be able to directly reach the realm of the innate mid-term Dacheng."
A fiery color flashed in Ye Chen's eyes.
Ye Chen has a deep understanding of the power of the Immortal Mysterious Technique. Even the witchcraft scripture he just obtained is not as broad and profound as the Immortal Mysterious Technique.
If he can get through the Jingmen, even if he faces a dead tree in the late Xiantian stage, Ye Chen is confident that he will not fall behind.
Even facing the half-step master Disen, Ye Chen still has the strength to fight.
Time was running out, so Ye Chen didn't think much and immediately jumped into the pool.
The spiritual water in the pool suddenly boiled as Ye Chen entered, rushing into his body along the pores of Ye Chen's skin.
In an instant, Ye Chen felt a swelling in his body, as if he was about to be torn apart by the spiritual energy.
"What a terrifying aura."
A solemn look flashed across Ye Chen's face, and he hurriedly activated the Immortal Mysterious Technique, slowly refining the spiritual energy into Yuanli, which flowed rapidly through his meridians.
I don't know how long this spiritual pool has existed. The density of the spiritual energy in the pool has reached an extremely terrifying level. Ye Chen's refining speed is not even as fast as the influx of spiritual energy.
In less than a moment, the skin on Ye Chen's body was torn apart, then healed under the influence of spiritual power, and then torn apart again. Over and over again, Ye Chen's flesh and blood was slowly tempered, faintly
The blood stained the pool water.
As the energy in the meridians increased, Ye Chen felt the tingling sensation coming from the meridians in his body, and a solemn look appeared on his face.
"Has your body reached its limit?"
Ye Chen took a deep breath, hurriedly activated the energy in his body, and rushed towards the fifth door, Jingmen.
Countless Yuanli was like the sea, rushing towards Jingmen. The bottleneck that was originally as stable as Mount Tai gradually became looser.
"Jingmen, open."
I don't know how long it took, but there was a roar in Ye Chen's body, and a violent momentum emanated from Ye Chen's body.
"Finally succeeded."
Ye Chen opened his eyes, with a look of surprise in his eyes, and clenched his fists slightly, feeling stronger than ever before.
"I actually used up all the spiritual water in a pool. This Immortality Mysterious Skill is powerful, but it's too cheating. There are only three gates left in the eight gates. Where can I find so much spiritual water?" p>
Ye Chen stood up and looked at the empty pool with a wry smile on his face.
This pool of spiritual water condensed by spiritual energy was prepared by the Witch God for his successors. It would be difficult for Ye Chen to find such a great opportunity.
Moreover, if ordinary people cultivate this pool of spiritual water, even if they do not reach the master level, they can still cultivate to the late stage of Xiantian.
That is to say, this monster, Ye Chen, has used so many resources to reach the realm of mid-term innate perfection.
However, with his current state of all five doors open, he is enough to compete with the late Xiantian.
Just when Ye Chen was surprised, the dragon pattern ring suddenly lit up with a light, and something suddenly appeared in Ye Chen's mind.
Before Ye Chen could feel it carefully, his head suddenly went blank. Then Ye Chen's consciousness appeared in a vast land, and a figure with an unclear face appeared in front of Ye Chen.
Ye Chen just glanced at it, and he had the illusion of seeing Tianwei. In front of him, he was as weak as an ant.
"Cultivation is the beginning of everything. Strength comes from one's own body. The human body is the most mysterious and unpredictable thing in the world."
The figure's lips moved slightly, and the voice seemed very soft, but a deafening sound came from Ye Chen's ears.
"The name of this fist is Nirvana, which means the decay of all things."
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure took a punching stance.
Ye Chen's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a strong sense of crisis in his heart, as if what was standing in front of him was not a person, but an ancient ferocious beast.
Under Ye Chen's focused gaze, the figure slowly raised his right hand, not clenching it like a normal person, but when making a fist, his thumb was between the middle finger and the ring finger, like a bulging bone.
An indestructible point on the fist!
As soon as the punch fell, Ye Chen could clearly feel that the figure did not use any energy, but there was a burst of wind blowing out. The wind was cold and cold, as if it was extinguishing life. As soon as it was blown out, the world around him turned into a
It turned gray, and it seemed that all life was destroyed under this punch.
Although Ye Chen only had his consciousness here and did not directly bear the power of this fist, his feeling was extremely profound.
His fire of life seemed to be extinguished under this punch, and an extremely cold air shook Ye Chen's heart.
He had a strong feeling that the punch thrown by this figure could wipe out all life and cause death in an instant!
Is this the Nirvana Fist!
Suddenly, the figure punched out, and everything within a hundred feet in the direction of the punch was covered in frost, and all vitality disappeared.
Ye Chen felt his mind roaring, as if he had been frozen by the fist. He stared blankly at the scene in front of him, so shocked that he couldn't say a word.