Chapter 1578 Encountering a bottleneck

In a stone room on the fourth floor of the Sutra Dojo, Ye Feng looked solemnly, looking at a top-grade "Soul Containment" inscription in his hand. Si Tu Reading 520 Official Website

This time he did not exchange for the Guardian Yuan Pill, but prepared a "Soul Containment" for himself, wanting to use the inscription to resist the interference of the spiritual illusion in the Sutra Dojo.

He took off his upper body robe, and the muscles on his sturdy chest were twisted. Long-term hard practice made his physique exceptionally strong.

He took a light breath, and according to the method instructed by Guan Buyu before leaving, Ye Feng put his two fingers together and tapped his chest.

Pop...

A slight fluctuation of Yuanli spread from his chest.

Feeling the fluctuation, the other hand removed the extra corners of the inscription like lightning, and then gently picked it up and pressed it down hard on the place where the fluctuation was the strongest.

Dong...

The moment it touched the skin, a strange fluctuation rushed from the fitting point to the whole body, making Ye Feng tremble all over.

A faint cool breath came from the chest, making people feel refreshed.

Without any hesitation, he activated the meridians and introduced a wisp of Yuanli into the inscription.

Boom!

With the invasion of Yuanli, the inscription suddenly burst out with brilliant light, and the Yuanli energy in it could be clearly felt to fluctuate endlessly, like a small furnace, releasing incredible power.

When the interference force lingering around was about three feet away from Ye Feng's body, it was difficult to advance an inch.

"Is this the power of the Soul Inscription?"

Seeing the strange illusion power being dispelled, Ye Feng couldn't help but exclaimed. With such a powerful effect, it's no wonder that a "Soul Inscription" would be sold at a sky-high price of more than 20 million spirit stones.

After suppressing the joy in his heart, he sat cross-legged on the jade platform, placed a sect Taoist talisman in the dent, and began to practice with his eyes closed.

Ye Feng's plan this time is to directly impact the ninth level of the virtual realm. The three sect talismans add up to twelve days of cultivation time. His current cultivation has reached the eighth level of the virtual realm, which should be enough for the impact.

Buzz!

With a buzzing sound, the powerful Yuan force rushed in from all directions, turning into a torrent and rushing into Ye Feng's body.

With the blessing of the inscription, the interference of the illusion can be almost ignored. Ye Feng accepted everything that came, and the Evergreen Vein opened up, swallowing the Yuan force like a whale sucking and a cow drinking.

After just one day, the Yuan force in the Dantian increased a lot again.

"With this training speed, I should be able to impact the ninth level of the virtual realm after this retreat."

While excited, Ye Feng also had some feelings.

As the most precious training place of Tiandi Yuanzong, the time that each disciple can enter to practice is limited. In this way, those with extraordinary talents can obtain more Yuan force, and those with less talent will naturally have less.

Spending the same amount of time and paying the same price, the results obtained are different, which is not fair to some disciples.

Unfortunately, this is Jinhua Upper City, where the capable ones occupy the place, and the resources... will only be left to the strong.

Ye Feng shook his head and threw away the thoughts that filled his mind, and his mind was immersed in the state of cultivation again.

As time passed slowly, the Yuan force in his body was accumulating rapidly. On the seventh day, the crystals in the Dantian became more and more crystal clear, and almost occupied half of the Dantian.

Ye Feng knew in his heart that when all his Yuan force was condensed into crystals, he should be able to enter the King Realm.

Without the interference of illusions, his perception of Yuan force was more acute. At this moment, his body was like a rushing river, and it was possible to break through the eighth level at any time and advance to the ninth level in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, things did not go as planned. On the eighth, ninth, and tenth days, the Yuan force was still slowly filling up, but there was no significant increase.

The more later, the less obvious the growth of Yuan force.

On the last day, it was the same as before. Seeing that the Yuanli was almost reaching the requirements for promotion, he just couldn't enter the state of promotion.

"Fuck, what's going on!"

In the evening, Ye Feng, who had been struggling for several days, had to give up struggling and yelled in exasperation.

The scene in front of him was a bit unbelievable to him. It seemed that there was a layer of shackles that restricted the arrival of the promotion state.

"Boy, you have been obsessed with inscriptions recently and neglected the perception of Yuanli, resulting in insufficient tempering of your state of mind. Perhaps... as long as you have one or two big battles, you can usher in the next promotion."

Yuan Ling's lazy voice came out.

Hearing his words, Ye Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly.

That's right, since joining the Diyuan Sect, he has been busy with the art of inscriptions and the improvement of mental power. He has indeed been a little slack in martial arts and.

Now he is like a lake in winter, with a thin layer of frost floating on the surface, which prevents the lake from filling up.

However, as long as he uses external forces to break this layer of frost, he can get the opportunity to advance.

Looking at the fading light in the sect's Taoist talisman, he shook his head helplessly. There was nothing he could do when he encountered a bottleneck. Ye Feng had no choice but to walk out of the stone room for cultivation.

Being in the sutra and Taoist field with extremely high concentration of Yuanli continuously made him feel a little dizzy, but he felt a little refreshed after coming out.

When he was about to leave the inner gate and return to the service building, the road ahead... seemed to be blocked by a figure.

Under an ancient tree not far outside the Octagonal Linglong Pavilion, there stood a majestic male figure.

This man was tall and shaped like an iron tower. He was carrying a huge glazed hammer on his back, holding a piece of grass at the corner of his mouth. He was waiting for something with his eyes closed and his arms folded.

The tall man's aura didn't release at all, but it gave off an extremely depressing feeling. It seemed like there was a fierce energy all over this man's body.

Many inner disciples of Tiandi Yuan Sect stood watching from a distance, pointing at the man and whispering something from time to time.

"awesomeness!"

After just a brief glance, Ye Feng gave his own evaluation.

This man's muscles and bones are extremely large, his finger joints are protruding one after another, and the backs of his hands are covered with calluses. His long hair is flying freely, and his eyebrows are full of unruliness. His slightly closed eyes frown from time to time, as if he is dissatisfied with the surrounding eyes.

The heavy hammer on the back is even more exaggerated. The head of the hammer is as big as a basin, as black as ink, and there is a faint smell of blood emanating from it.

Most of the people in Tianyuan Sect also deliberately avoided this person. Only a few powerful guys looked at the man meaningfully and stood not far away with a look of wait and see.

"Senior brother, what happened here?"

Unable to suppress his curiosity, Ye Feng grabbed a Diyuan Sect disciple passing by and asked.

"I don't know, maybe some blind person provoked that guy again. He has been standing there for nearly two days."

The inner disciple who was stopped by Ye Feng curled his lips and answered.

"Oh? Who is this?"

Ye Feng continued to ask...