World Wide Martial Art

"Uh... Okay, but this fantasy is so realistic, how can I break it?"

After putting away the little joy in his heart, Ye Feng asked speechlessly. Situ Reading

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The blade illusion in front of him was very strange, making him feel like he couldn't start.

"Since this illusion is caused by the 'Purple Evil Mysterious Fire', you have a trace of the origin of the mysterious fire. You can try to refine it."

Ye Feng nodded.

The Purple Evil Mysterious Fire here may have become very powerful because it was contaminated with the aura of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, causing this extremely lifelike illusion.

But no matter how powerful the mysterious fire is, it is only the accompanying flame of the red lotus karma fire. Having the origin, I should have the possibility of refining it and getting rid of it.

Wow!

Ye Feng immediately stopped hesitating, and his mental power spread out, turning into a large invisible net, pressing down on the purple flames on the edge of the blade.

"Hiss..."

As soon as he touched those purple flames, Ye Feng grinned in pain. After a brief pause, he enveloped them tightly.

At the same time, the purple fire origin that was subdued by himself was also stimulated, and it could not help absorbing the purple fire energy flowing in.

In this way... after a stick of incense lasted, a small part of the Purple Evil Mysterious Fire dissipated into the air, while the other ones were completely absorbed into the origin of the Purple Fire by Ye Feng.

It made the original flame grow slightly stronger.

The moment the purple fire was gone, and the remaining energy merged with his dantian, Ye Feng was vaguely aware of his own energy, which became a little stronger.

"There are indeed many benefits to practicing in this Sutra Dojo. No wonder there is such a high threshold for cultivation."

With a sigh in his heart, Ye Feng calmed down and began to eliminate the still beating mental blade.

After losing the spiritual support of Zisha Xuanhuo, those blades were quickly resolved...

What makes Ye Feng a little regretful is that so far, he has not been able to find a way to directly use the source of the mysterious fire that he has incorporated into his body. Otherwise, it can become an extremely sharp mental attack method.

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Many warriors had gathered around the second-floor stone room where Ye Feng was. Except for a few worried looks, most of them just came to watch a joke.

"It's been almost half an hour, this kid... I'm afraid he's going to be useless."

"Trapped in a spiritual illusion, if you can't find a way out on your own, you will most likely lose your mind and become an idiot."

Several Tianyuan Sect disciples spoke loudly, with obvious mockery in their words.

"Stop talking sarcastically. It wasn't much better when you first came in, right?"

The Diyuan Sect man who created a Yuanli barrier for Ye Feng shouted coldly.

"Someone has long asked Elder He to come, why haven't they arrived yet? If this continues... I'm afraid something will happen."

A look of helplessness flashed in the eyes of several Diyuan Sect disciples.

At this moment, shouts came from the surroundings, "Get out of the way, get out of the way, Elder He is here."

From the periphery of the crowd, a figure with white hair and a childish face appeared. This old man was holding a fly whisk. Wherever he passed, the disciples of the two sects lowered their heads and showed respect.

"Elder He, that's him, a handyman, how did he get in?"

Everyone in front quickly moved out of the way. Elder He flicked his fly whisk and his eyes fell on Ye Feng's face.

"Huh? It turns out to be...this kid?"

Seeing Ye Feng's appearance clearly, Elder He couldn't help but be stunned.

Didn't this kid just become a handyman of the Diyuan Sect for two days? Why...he broke into the inner gate.

Even entered the Dharma Dojo?

"How long has he been in the hallucination?"

There was no time to ask about the details. After Elder He lowered his head to check, he asked the elder warrior of the Diyuan Sect beside him.

It is quite dangerous to fall into an illusion in the stone room of the dojo. The longer the time, the greater the possibility of losing oneself.

"Almost...about half an hour."

"It's ridiculous...it took so long, why didn't you inform me in time?!"

Hearing this, Elder He's expression flashed with solemnity.

If he were just an ordinary handyman disciple, it would not be a big deal if he died or became an idiot, but Ye Feng was different. Before Tian Lan left, he specifically told him to take care of him. If he died inexplicably in the Sutra Dojo, then from now on , where can I put my old face?

After scolding, Elder He took a step forward, waved his hand to disperse the Yuanli barrier, and slowly extended his right hand to Ye Feng in the stone chamber.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of other warriors around them all showed expectant looks.

"It is said that Elder He has superb control over spiritual power. He can forcefully pull people out of spiritual illusions without getting upset. If I can see him take action, the little time we have wasted today is nothing..."

"That's right, even if you can't find the cultivation stone room on the third floor, I will admit it."

"Shh, don't talk, just watch!"

All the disciples held their breath at this moment and stared at Elder He intently, trying to see clearly any action he made.

"He can persist for half an hour without losing his mind. This kid...is very good mentally."

After whispering, Elder He pressed his hands gently.

The fluctuations within and outside the surrounding area stopped abruptly. Immediately afterwards, a spiritual force suddenly appeared in front of his forehead and turned into an almost crystal-clear palm in the air. After a brief pause, it quickly flew towards Ye Feng.

"Get up... for me!"

A loud shout.

At the moment when Jingying's palm touched the Tianmen above Ye Feng's head, he suddenly hooked his five fingers, grabbed it in the air, and then pulled hard outward.

Everyone stared for a long time with their eyes wide open. Ye Feng, who was sitting cross-legged in the stone chamber, made no movement and still looked like he had his eyes closed tightly.

"Um?"

"How could you...miss it?"

Elder He's expression changed slightly.

This was the first time such a situation had occurred to him.

He focused his eyes again and rushed out with his mental power for the second time. The original crystal palm suddenly became several times larger, and the big hand directly covered the top of Ye Feng's head and grabbed it down hard.

boom!

At the moment when the big hand descended, a raging wave of mental power suddenly rushed out from Ye Fengtian's spiritual cap, mixed with a large area of ​​violent purple flames.

Even Elder He couldn't help but be slightly moved by the sudden huge aura, and hurriedly took back the spiritual power he had inspired.

A strange scene appeared at this moment.

The burst of spiritual power was like an angry child who was provoked, chasing Elder He like a storm, just a hair away from colliding with the powerful spiritual power he inspired...