Peerless Martial Soul

Chapter 2819: The True Spirit of Sword Control, 20% Comprehended!

This time, Chen Feng planned to say goodbye.

"Oh, you just came back yesterday and you are leaving again today?" Xuanyuan Ruolan looked at Chen Feng and raised his eyebrows, feeling a little reluctant.

Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mother, I really don't have much time to waste here."

"I have to rush back to the Purple Fire Swamp as soon as possible to break the third clue."

"At the same time, I will undergo training on the way to improve my strength. My current strength is still somewhat insufficient if I rush to the Southern Wilderness."

"I think that after I break through to the Seven-Star Martial Emperor, when I fully understand the True Spirit of the Sword, and after I break the third link of clues, I should have some confidence in going to the south."

Xuanyuan Ruolan nodded slowly and looked at Chen Feng, with a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes.

She said softly: "Feng'er, it's my mother's incompetence that has caused you to suffer so much and suffer so much."

Chen Feng smiled and said: "Mother, what did you say?"

With a heroic look on his face, he said: "I am very happy with this kind of training."

"How could I be here if I hadn't gone through so many hardships since the Qianyuan Sect? How could I have achieved these achievements?"

Xuanyuan Ruolan looked at him with a hint of relief in her eyes.

Then, she whispered: "Feng'er, this time you leave, I won't say anything more. I just want to tell you one more thing: Never practice those martial arts and techniques that consume your life force again."

"Unless you are going to die if you don't practice, don't practice this kind of martial arts and techniques if you have a chance of survival."

"Even if they are extremely powerful, do you hear me?"

Chen Feng was stunned and said: "I probably know something in my heart, but I'm not that clear. I would like to ask my mother to explain it more clearly."

Xuanyuan Ruolan nodded and said, "After entering the Martial Emperor realm, your lifespan will be greatly increased."

"However, no one will practice martial arts and martial arts that consume life force, and no one will consume life force in exchange for something."

"Do you know why?"

Chen Feng shook his head and said, "I don't know, kid."

"Because after entering the Martial Emperor realm, you are almost one with the entire world, and every move is closely related to this world."

"Your lifespan, to a certain extent, no longer belongs to you, but is a gift from God."

"This thing cannot be changed once it is fixed. It cannot be increased by one year, nor can it be decreased by one year."

"You can live this long!"

Hearing these words, Chen Feng suddenly felt a surge of terror in his heart.

The scenery of Emperor Wu seemed to be beautiful, but in reality, it was like a prisoner in a cage.

Moreover, life span is not controlled by one's own hands.

He immediately asked: "What if you want to increase it?"

"If you want to increase it, increase your strength."

"How many levels are added and how many years are promoted, that's it."

"And if you exchange your life force for something else, no one will make up for the loss."

"No one can make up for it for you, you can only watch your life shrinking little by little!"

Chen Feng's whole body was tense.

Xuanyuan Ruolan's eyes were stern and her words were extremely cruel, and Chen Feng also felt the extremely cold meaning from it.

He knew what his mother meant.

He took a long breath and said softly: "Don't worry, mother, I understand."

"In the future. I will not trade my life force for anything."

Xuanyuan Ruolan nodded, her face full of relief.

And Chen Feng quietly added in his heart: "If that thing is worth it, I would trade it for, for example, the lives of my relatives!"

Then, Chen Feng said goodbye to his mother, took Ji Caixuan, Chen Fengziyuan and Zihuo Zhenling, left here again, and embarked on the journey again.

Not long after Chen Feng left Chaoge Tianzi City, a figure hurriedly walked in in a dark alley next to the square.

It was Sha Junfeng.

He excitedly said to Si Yangcheng who was waiting there: "Chen Feng is gone. He has left Chaoge Emperor City."

"Okay!" Si Yangcheng laughed, clapped and said, "Then, let's lay a trap on his path and let him fall into the trap and walk into the dead end!"

Chen Feng transformed into a golden-winged roc and flew towards the purple fire swamp at extremely fast speeds.

What surprised him was that the Purple Fire True Spirit next to him, wrapped in a black cloak, could actually keep up.

The more Chen Feng got along with him, the more he felt that this guy was really unfathomable, and he didn't know how many secrets he had yet to discover.

Chen Feng moved his gaze to Chen Ziyuan next to him.

At this time, Chen Ziyuan was lying in his arms with her eyes closed, as if she had fallen asleep.

That face, which was as hard as metal casting, had a calm look on it, with a slight smile on it.

It's like dreaming about something particularly happy.

Seeing her expression, Chen Feng's heart seemed to soften.

He sighed softly and asked his mother about Chen Ziyuan's situation after he returned.

But his mother was helpless, and Chen Feng was a little desperate.

Because, with her mother's cultivation and knowledge, if she doesn't know, then there probably won't be many people who know.

However, this desperate mood only appeared for a moment, and Chen Feng soon returned to normal.

He told himself in his heart that he would help Chen Ziyuan find a way to recover no matter what.

Soon, Chen Feng flew in the air for a whole day and flew millions of miles.

While Chen Feng was running the Jinpeng Zongheng Jue in the air, he had no way to practice the Sword Controlling True Spirit Jue.

So, in the evening, Chen Feng stopped and found a rather remote floating mountain, where he rested for the night.

Early the next morning, Chen Feng opened his eyes and looked at the rising sun in the distance, with a smile on his lips.

He stood up slowly, and there was a crackling sound in the bones all over his body.

Then, he opened his mouth and let out a breath of turbid air.

He turned around and stared blankly in thought for a while, as if he was recalling something, and his eyes were somewhat unfocused.

Then, he stretched out his right hand, and a sword energy suddenly slashed out, directly cutting off a small half of the floating mountain.

The small half that fell was about a hundred meters long and looked like a huge and misshapen blade.

Then, Chen Feng pushed it with both hands, and a force immediately controlled the thing.

With a flick of the brush, it was hovering a hundred meters above Chen Feng's head.

Then, Chen Feng continued to make handprints one after another with his hands in front of him.

Each of these handprints is mysterious and inexplicable, and has great power.