World Wide Martial Art

I don't know how much time has passed, the energy of the spirit stone blast has been exhausted, and the energy in the dantian is almost exhausted. Ye Feng is just holding on at a loss, not knowing when he will fall. Situ Reading.\\nCOM

What he didn't see was that the flame grimace in front of him was also weakened to the extreme under such consumption.

The ghostly face became more and more nihilistic, and the traces of black flames were slowly fading away.

Both of them were counting on the other to fall first.

Uh-huh!

At a certain moment, the gray eyes on the ghost's face suddenly widened, and transformed into two substantial gray lines, shooting into Ye Feng's mind.

After doing all this, the breath of the original flame began to fall rapidly. It seemed that it was using up its last bit of strength in an attempt to defeat Ye Feng.

As the gray line of light entered his mind, Ye Feng's body stiffened violently, and the clarity he barely maintained finally disappeared, and he fell completely into an illusion.

This is a gray and lonely world, with a heavy sky hanging above the head, making people breathless. The surrounding fields are foggy, and gray ashes are falling freely.

Looking down, there are intertwined bones scattered everywhere, and corpses are strewn across the field, as if there is no end.

"Is this... hell?"

Ye Feng was horrified, but he quickly realized that he was dragged into the illusion.

But knowing is one thing, wanting to break through the illusion and return to normal is another.

Dragging his tired body, he walked forward mechanically. Everywhere he went, there was exactly the same scene, without any breath of life, only deadness and bones.

After an unknown amount of time passed, Ye Feng stopped panting, with cold sweat covering his forehead, and a trace of fear spreading in his heart.

This place is like a world with no way out, monotonous, cold, and endless. Only when you are in it can you feel the unparalleled loneliness and despair.

Wow!

The Zisha mysterious fire spurted out and blasted around, but the powerful flames did not cause any movement.

The sky and the earth are long, letting the purple fire burn.

"Break it for me!"

After frowning and calming down, Ye Feng once again used the Purple Evil Black Fire together with his spiritual power, turning into a sharp long sword and slashing towards the gray Tianyu.

The blue long sword slashed down, and the sky only wavered slightly, with no trace of cracking.

"What should we do?"

Ye Feng's heart was clenched.

This gray world is like an eternal cage, with no entrance or exit, and neither mysterious fire nor spiritual power can open it.

Maybe the green black ghost fire can do it, but at this moment, the source of the ghost fire is almost exhausted, and it can no longer be driven again.

Could it be...that I was going to be imprisoned here forever like this?

No, never.

Everything in front of me was not real, it was just that I was blinded. As long as it is an illusion, it can be broken.

"All conditioned dharmas are obtained by causes and conditions. When conditions arise and disappear, they will cease to exist after conditions are exhausted. It is nothing more than this..."

An idea flashed in his mind, and he suddenly thought of the message engraved on the "Riot" fragment, and couldn't help but murmured it in a low voice.

In addition to the movement of meridians, the cultivation method of "riot" in the third level of Biluo Seven Realms is more about cultivating the mind. The purpose... is to stabilize the Taoist heart.

Illusions can also be divided into high and low. Ordinary illusions are just illusions. In layman's terms, they are blinders. People with unstable Taoist minds can easily lose their minds and get stuck in it, unable to extricate themselves.

High-level illusions are extremely rare. It is rumored that some wizards can use their mental power to construct a world of illusions similar to reality, killing people invisible.

What Ye Feng can be sure of is that Honglian Yehuo, who has suffered several severe injuries, should no longer be able to display the second illusion.

Otherwise, he would not be safe.

After reciting it over and over again, Ye Feng's mind gradually became silent. In the end, he even forgot where he was. He only felt that the divine sea was ethereal and his body was light, as if he was about to transform into feathers and soar.

…

Within the huge seal, a huge red lotus could be seen burning and rotating in the air. In the central stamen, a ghostly face and a figure were in a confrontation, both of them motionless.

The grimace kept changing, staring ferociously at Ye Feng who was sitting cross-legged, and from time to time he would spit out jets of black flames, trying to burn him to ashes.

puff!

But on Ye Feng's chest, there is an inscription that exudes coldness and dissipates the power of the scorching fire. In addition, there is an inscription that exudes a faint yellow halo, continuously releasing vague energy, nourishing his body. body.

At this time, the "Turtle Breath" inscription finally played a huge role.

If it weren't for this inscription, there would be no chance for Ye Feng to survive since the confrontation between the two sides.

Looking carefully, wisps of chaotic aura are gradually rising from Ye Feng's body, attracting the black flames emanating from the ghost face bit by bit.

Ye Feng, who was trapped in the illusion, did not know that his recitation of the "riot" mental method would automatically trigger a strange state. After adapting to the burning of the black flames, he actually turned against the guest and began to plunder the energy from the ghost face.

If it were an ordinary person, it would be absolutely unbearable to face such dark energy, but for Ye Feng who has practiced "riot", it is not too difficult.

Wisps of black flames entered the meridians and began to be absorbed by the body. The meridians, which had been burned and curled up, squirmed and regained life.

…

Time passed by, and two days passed in the blink of an eye. The meridians in Ye Feng's body gradually repaired, and because of the energy of the black flame, they were stronger than before.

Unfortunately, under such a fierce fight, the two inscriptions "Extreme Cold" and "Meaning" finally ran out of energy and completely exploded.

The remaining inscription "Turtle Breath", the elemental power released has become intermittent and will collapse at any time.

On the third day, "Turtle Breath" jumped suddenly and exploded immediately.

If he can continue, Ye Feng can persevere, and by then... I'm afraid he can be a blessing in disguise and elevate his cultivation to a new level.

This was something that even he himself had not thought of.

Originally, he had to rely on the yin body of the Killing God Moon to bear the force that was pulled into the center of the flower by the ghostly face. However, under the "riot" triggered unconsciously, not only was it harmless, but... he was nourished.

So much so that the Qingwu Youhuo, which had exhausted its original power, slowly recovered under this short-term nourishment.