World Wide Martial Art

Ye Feng was slightly startled, then quickly reacted. While taking the communication talisman, he took out 500,000 colorful spiritual stones and stuffed them into Elder Feng's palm. Situ Reading 520 official website

"This is my disciple's wish. Elder, please don't refuse."

No matter how stupid Ye Feng is, he can understand that Elder Feng never accepted anyone's orders. He was kind enough to give him some advice and even gave him a communication talisman, mostly for the sake of the sect's Taoist talisman.

Five hundred thousand colorful spiritual stones are indeed precious, but if you want to get along in the Diyuan Sect, you can't do it without some connections.

"You kid is really capable of causing trouble. In this case, I will not be a mother-in-law anymore... um... colorful spiritual stones!"

Just as he was about to put his hand away, his eyes couldn't help but light up. When he saw that what Ye Feng was holding out was actually a colorful spiritual stone, the expression on Elder Lian Feng's round face couldn't help but change slightly.

Colorful spiritual stones are something only some big families have.

Looking at Ye Feng again, Elder Feng's eyes showed a bit of opacity.

This handyman disciple who came from the city had both sect Taoist talismans and colorful spiritual stones. It seemed... not as simple as it seemed.

"Go ahead. From now on, when you are acting in the outer courtyard, you can report my name to me if you encounter anything. There are still many people in the outer courtyard who want to betray me to save face."

Patting Ye Feng's shoulder enthusiastically, Elder Feng drifted away.

"Well, you can't help but spend spiritual stones. It's really hard to live without money. The consumption in Jinhua Shangcheng is too scary."

With a wry smile and a sigh, Ye Feng stepped back from the stone door of the stone chamber and walked in.

The space inside is not large, it can accommodate about ten people, and the layout is very simple. There is a stone platform in the center that can only accommodate one person sitting cross-legged, and nothing else.

As soon as he sat down, Ye Feng let out a comfortable moan. A stream of extremely pure energy was transmitted into his body through the stone platform, causing all the meridians in his body to move.

"It's such pure Yuan Power, it's comparable to some cultivation elixirs."

Most Yuanli is extremely complex, and the purer it is, the more beneficial it is to cultivation. The purity of Yuanli here is even higher than that of Wu Ji's exclusive cultivation treasure land in the water tribe.

"No wonder, if you want to enter this round tower, you will need tens of millions of spiritual stones."

After muttering, Ye Feng formed seals with his hands and entered the cultivation state.

Under the infusion of pure Yuan Li, this practice was quite hearty. As dozens of weeks passed, Ye Feng's aura swelled up again, and he gradually reached the pinnacle of his life.

In the dantian, Yuanli gradually became denser, and when it condensed to a certain level, Yuanli crystals the size of fingernails quietly formed.

The number of crystals slowly increased, and in the quiet stone room, Ye Feng's whole body was gushing with light of Yuanli. In just a day or so, the remaining side effects of Yuanli imbalance after being promoted were eliminated.

At the same time, his mental strength also stabilized, and was completely stable at the mid-fourteenth level.

In such a state of selfless cultivation, Ye Feng almost forgot the existence of time. He only felt that his whole body was soothing and his five senses were extremely sensitive. The fluctuations of Yuanli within a radius of several miles all appeared in his mind one by one.

Just when the energy in his body was rising to the point where his veins were slightly swollen and painful, Ye Feng felt that within a short period of time, the capacity of his Dantian had been saturated. He was about to stand up, but at this time, an extremely dim spiritual force suddenly appeared from the stone platform. Overflowed and submerged into the Ye Feng Divine Sea.

"How can this... also improve mental power?"

Ye Feng was really shocked.

Before this, neither Wang Yuwei nor Elder Feng mentioned the existence of spiritual power.

Like rain falling from the sky, although these spiritual powers are as thin as hair, they are also extremely pure like Yuan Power.

Without unnecessary refining, the overflowing spiritual power can be integrated with what you have.

"Could it be that this is the true function of the Dharma Dojo?"

A flash of light suddenly flashed in his heart, and Ye Feng thought of the status of Jinhua Shangcheng. As an ordinary county town, it surpassed the top ten great cities and became the gathering place for the second largest inscription master of the Shenwu Human Race.

Although it has something to do with the Tianning County Prince's high regard for inscription masters, judging from the current situation, it is probably also inseparable from the Sutra Dojo.

The strength of mental power is an important reflection of whether the inscriptionist is powerful.

Just imagine, if you can gradually improve your spiritual power by practicing in the Sutra Dojo, how attractive will it be to the inscription master?

Although the mental energy in front of you is weak, it cannot withstand the accumulation of time.

Even if ordinary warriors reach the Holy Realm, they can only rely on improving their cultivation to intermittently improve their spiritual power. Even some major forces can only solve this problem by absorbing a specific Yuan Stone.

However, in the Sutra Dojo, there are ways to enhance spiritual depth, which is tantamount to being unique and becomes a reason to attract inscription masters.

Uh-huh!

Just when Ye Feng was wandering out of the sky, the divine sea suddenly moved, and a strange picture suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

In the vast void, countless faces suddenly appeared, and then the mouths of these faces opened, and tens of thousands of arms stretched out from them like lightning, and they all grabbed him.

puff!

The sudden change frightened Ye Feng, and the dark green fire in his body rushed forward almost instinctively, trying to burn him up.

The strange fire was surging, but it was as if it were separated from the scene in two separate spaces, not blending in at all.

"No, this is...an illusion!"

Ye Feng reacted quickly, and Shenhai's spiritual power rushed forward to drive away the illusion that appeared.

Swish, swish, swish!

Who knew that it would be better not to resist, but as soon as he resisted, more faces appeared, and arms one by one seemed to be in a deserted place, frantically exploring his divine sea, and some even rushed into his body.

Ye Feng's hair stood on end. Under his mental perception, he could see everything clearly. Some of those arms were skinny, some were twisted and broken, and they were trembling like an old man, grabbing at his internal organs.

No matter how much energy or strange fire he activated, he couldn't completely clear it out.

In an instant, Ye Feng fell into an extremely dangerous situation. These illusion-like arms had real lethality. Once he really scratched his internal organs, he... would not be far from death.

what happened.

This round tower is obviously just a place for cultivation, so how could such a strange scene happen?