Peerless Martial Soul

Five years passed by in a flash.

This year, Chen Feng is sixteen years old.

The good-for-nothing Yan Qingyu and his good-for-nothing disciple who died five years ago have been almost forgotten by everyone in the Qianyuan Sect.

The night was like water, Chen Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and there was light in his eyes.

He stood up, bowed to the tombstone, and said in a low voice: "Master, five years have come. I will follow your order and dig your grave. I hope you won't be offended."

After saying that, he started digging the soil and digging the grave.

When he dug up the grave and pried open the coffin, his eyes suddenly showed shock.

Yan Qingyu's body disappeared unexpectedly.

He couldn't believe it, but he personally buried the master's body.

He jumped down and found a small box at the bottom of the coffin. Opening the wooden box, there was a small tripod the size of a fist placed on the yellow silk inside.

The small bronze tripod is covered with patina, has three legs and round ears, and has an ancient shape, full of the mysterious atmosphere of the ancient wilderness.

In the small cauldron, there is a drop of something similar to blood suspended.

He only glanced at the drop of mysterious dragon blood, and felt a bang in his mind, like a thunderous explosion, and he suddenly lost consciousness.

He felt as if the whole person was thrown into an endless ink-colored world. The sky was ink-colored, and ink-colored vortexes were all over the sky, constantly choosing outfits.

Underfoot is an endless black wilderness, desolate and desolate.

At the end of the wilderness, there is a black mountain range, which is taller than the Aomori Mountains where the Qianyuan Sect is located, more than ten thousand feet high? Is it more than a thousand miles long?

When he walked into the mountains, suddenly, the mountains moved!

The mountain raised its head, and it turned out to be a huge dragon head! Just one head is bigger than the highest mountain peak in the Qin Kingdom.

And the black mountains stretching for thousands of miles turned out to be the body of this giant dragon.

The giant dragon looked up to the sky and groaned, and then a majestic heavy rain fell. In an instant, the ground turned into an ocean, and Chen Feng was submerged in it.

Chen Feng couldn't breathe, almost suffocated, and felt terribly uncomfortable.

After a long time, his head buzzed, and he struggled out of the deep sea fantasy. Chen Feng knelt on the ground, breathing heavily, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He didn't dare to look at that drop of blood anymore. What kind of creature's blood was this? Why was it so terrifying? Even a drop of blood is like this, so how powerful is this creature?

Could it be that this is dragon blood?

But at this moment, suddenly, the small bronze cauldron flew directly into his hand like a living thing, and then quickly disappeared in his palm.

Chen Feng was startled. He felt the small tripod moving upstream along the meridians of his right hand. Then, severe pain came, making his whole body feel like it was being torn apart.

The pain caused him to roll back and forth on the ground, screaming loudly. The skin and muscles on his body cracked, and blood rushed out, as if he had been delayed.

Half an hour later, the small tripod followed the meridians all the way up and reached the Dantian.

Chen Feng only felt a bang in his mind, and without knowing what was going on, he fainted.

When he woke up, it was already late at night. When Chen Feng looked at his body, he found that his clothes had become tattered. In addition to blood, the surface of his body was covered with a layer of black oil-like substance, which exuded a foul odor and was sticky. It was terribly uncomfortable.

But his whole body was warm, light, and extremely comfortable. This was a feeling he had never experienced before.

Chen Feng looked inside his body and suddenly let out a cheer of surprise and joy.

He discovered that his Dantian, which was as hard as iron and had no space at all, had been opened up.

Of course, only a very small part of Dantian was opened up, about the size of a fist, and at this time, the small bronze tripod was suspended in it. That drop of mysterious dragon blood was rolling inside, crystal clear.

Suddenly, a strand as thin as one thousandth of a hair separated from the dragon's blood, walked out from the middle of his dantian, and began to travel along his meridians. This wisp of mysterious dragon's blood contained majestic power and vast infuriating energy. Those blocked in Chen Feng's meridians were unable to fight back in front of this wisp of dragon's blood, and were directly destroyed by the impact.

Severe pain came again, but Chen Feng held it back this time. He gritted his teeth, held his head high, and a voice in his heart screamed loudly: "This pain is unbearable, how can you reach the top?"

He gritted his teeth, blood burst out from his mouth, and his whole body was shaking, but he finally held back.

Severe pain came in waves, and half an hour later, Chen Feng let out a long breath.

The mysterious dragon's blood traveled through his body at an extremely fast speed, and his blocked meridians were completely unblocked.

If his meridians were like small river ditches that were blocked by silt, now his meridians are completely unblocked. Although they are very thin and narrow, they are unobstructed. True energy is flowing through them. Even Chen Feng can hear the roar. The sound of rushing water!

Chen Feng was extremely excited, and his body was filled with true energy at this time.

Feeling the tidal wave of pain disappearing quickly, a smile appeared on his lips, and ecstasy welled up in his heart.

He looked up to the sky and shouted: "I can practice cultivation, my meridians are unobstructed, and my Dantian is opened! I am no longer a waste!"

Tears fell heavily. Who could understand his pain if he hadn't experienced it personally?

He had very poor qualifications since he was a child. After ten years of cultivation, he made no progress at all. He was humiliated and looked down upon by others, and no one looked up to him except his master. How great is this pain?

But now, he is finally able to practice.

The true energy wandered around in the meridians and returned to the Dantian, but it was surging in the Dantian, eager to move, and would not calm down at all.

Chen Feng's heart moved, and the true energy in his dantian suddenly surged up. It rushed out from the dantian and swam in the various meridians. As the true energy in the dantian moved, there was also true energy in the various meridians from the corners. Appear and gather into this true energy. This true energy continued to grow, and soon it changed from the thickness of a hair to the thickness of a finger.

The true energy appearing in these corners was accumulated by Chen Feng during his daily practice.

Although he is unable to practice due to blocked meridians and has made no progress in his realm, logically speaking, he cannot cultivate even a trace of true energy. However, the Bedoluoye Golden Sutra he practiced was so miraculous that it not only laid a solid foundation for him, but also allowed him to cultivate a lot of true energy and hide it in various parts of his body.

It had not been discovered before because his meridians were blocked and the true energy could not flow. But now that the true energy is circulating, it will naturally follow.

Chen Feng was shocked as his true energy flowed, and he felt that his body was filled with surging power.

There was a hint of joy in his heart.

"What a magical little cauldron, what a magical dragon's blood. Just a wisp of the dragon's blood allowed me to break through! Of course, it is also due to the Bedoro Ye Golden Sutra. I always thought that this Jin Sutra was useless, but now It seems that I was wrong, the Golden Scripture is really magical and can make me, a loser, develop true energy!"

"And now it seems that the remaining momentum has not dissipated, and it can still hit!"

Chen Feng thought, and the true energy in his body surged like a spring.

After reaching the second level of the acquired realm, he is not satisfied yet and wants to hit the third level!

To attack the third level of the Houtian Realm, the amount of Qi required was quite huge. Chen Feng drew out all the Qi from his body. The Qi in his body further became thicker and became as thick as a little finger. Finally, his whole body trembled violently again. All the meridians in his body groaned in pain, and his true energy surged like a tide.

He has surprisingly advanced to the third level of the Houtian Realm.

Chen Feng clenched his fists, feeling the surging power in his body!

He suddenly punched out, and there was an explosion in the air, shaking the air.

Chen Feng could feel that his punch had a force of eight hundred kilograms, reaching the strength of one and a half tigers!

In the acquired realm, the first level has a strength of one hundred kilograms, the second level has a strength of two hundred kilograms, the third level has a strength of five hundred kilograms, the fourth level has a strength of one thousand kilograms... and so on. Five hundred kilograms is the strength of a tiger, and although Chen Feng has just reached the third level, he has reached eight hundred kilograms of strength, which is more than half more than the average three-level Houtian realm expert!

He punched a tree next to the tomb, and the big tree as thick as a bowl was suddenly broken.

Chen Feng looked up to the sky and smiled, feeling extremely happy.

How could he not be happy about being transformed from a useless person who couldn't cultivate to a three-level acquired powerhouse?

Moreover, not seeing the master's body gave him a good guess.

"Master, where did you go? There is no body of yours in the grave. It seems that you are not dead and you left me this treasure. Since you are dead, I feel relieved. Don't worry, I will practice well. I’ll always find you!”

He was able to practice and learned that his master was not dead, so he was naturally very happy.

Chen Feng rummaged through the box and made sure there was nothing else inside, then put the box back and buried the grave again.

He looked at the dirt on his body and smelled the stench on his body. He smiled bitterly and said to himself: "Chen Feng, you are quite dirty."

After saying that, he turned around, found a nearby river, and jumped into it to clean himself.

After washing himself thoroughly and putting on simple but clean clothes, Chen Feng went back to sleep next to the tomb.