Chapter 142: Awesome magic

"Call, finally broke through the realm."
Five days, breaking through the realm, completely within the Ye Chenfeng plan, he quietly operated a soul that increased several times a week, stood up with great space pressure, and printed it again on the space wall. Collapsed palm.
"Rumble!"
The wall of space filled with great gravity trembled a bit, but although the power of the collapsed cloud increased by a few, it still could not break the wall of the space, only to make it have a slight space.
"Hey, this space is too strong. It seems that only hope and two ghosts are crying, otherwise I might die here."
Ye Chenfeng looked at the wall of the space that swayed, and sighed softly. One of the seals was sealed in the Qiankun bag, and the ghost face that was constantly making a ghost cry was taken out.
Ghost face crying fruit is a genius, but it contains a terrible demon. If a person with a dissatisfied mind takes it, he will immediately lose himself. He will be controlled by the ghost face and become a walking dead.
"Ghost face crying, it depends on you." Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath, spit out a soul light, wrapped up the devil cry, screaming ghost face crying, directly swallowed the belly, running the soul诀 Refining.
"Boom!"
A violent force erupted in Ye Chenfeng's body, instantly filling his whole body, tearing his body's meridians and blood vessels, and a large amount of blood flowed out of his body uncontrollably.
In the face of this kind of vandalism to the body, the average person has long been screaming, but Ye Chenfeng relies on the strong physical strength, beyond the perseverance of ordinary people, and survives, running the six-pulse gods over and over again, severely tempering damage. Muscle veins.
This state has just lasted for half a minute, and the magic of the ghost face is bursting out.
"嗷..."
The rolling magic sound is like a thunderstorm in nine days. It blows up in the body of Ye Chenfeng. The terrible sound shook the eardrum of Ye Chenfeng, and a lot of blood permeated.
"How can the devil in this ghost face cry so hearty?"
Feeling the ghosts released by the ghost face is like a rushing sea, pouring into his head, Ye Chenfeng was shocked and kept his heart.
But the two ghost faces that Ye Chenfeng got were too long, and the magic contained in them exceeded the imagination of Ye Chenfeng, and there were countless illusions in his mind.
A large expanse of seas, forming a swift vortex of rapid swirling, releasing a powerful suction, absorbing the soul of Ye Chenfeng, wanting to his soul into the vortex, devour Mince.
"Destroy the brain, engulf the devil."
Ye Chenfeng bit his tongue and try to make himself awake and control the massive magic in his mind.
"Booming..."
A giant brain appeared above the sea, and the rapid squirming, a terrible swallowing force poured into the blood.
After being devastated by the gods, the demon spirits contained in the ghost face are constantly resisting, and a large wave of violent tumbling is like a piece of sky, and it attacks the brain.
Ghost face crying fruit devil and every brain collision, let Ye Chenfeng headache, like a head to burst at any time.
But Chen Chenfeng is determined to be strong. He insists on the hardships of the teeth and endures the pain of the soul and the body. He has practiced the six-pulse gods over and over again, and has refined his own meridians.
I don’t know how long it took in the past. Under the madness of the brain, the devil’s devil’s devil is getting weaker and weaker. In the end, the picture of Ye Chenfeng’s mind is breaking, and a lot of blood follows him. The seven holes flowed out.
"Call, the brain is finally devouring the devil's devil's demon."
The most difficult thing about refining the ghost face is the demon nature. Now the devil is swallowed by the brain, and the spirited Ye Chenfeng ignores the soul damage and bears tremendous space pressure. Spirituality, infiltrating into the veins, and practicing the six-pulse gods.
Although the process of tempering the tendons is still painful, Ye Chenfeng has no retreat. If he can't practice the temperament to the Dacheng and greatly increase his physical strength, he will probably die in the gravity space.
"I can't give up, I must succeed. Any pain can't stop me from growing." Ye Chenfeng bit his lip tightly, constantly urging himself, enduring the pain caused by the tempering meridians.
Time goes by, and after about four days or so, Ye Chenfeng, who has been tortured by ghosts and faces, has finally refined the body and refined the spirit into the veins, and cultivated the spirits into the realm of Xiaocheng. The simple physical strength reached 100,000 jin.
"Call, finally refining a ghost face and crying fruit, and practicing the temperament to the realm of Xiaocheng!" Ye Chenfeng took a sigh of relief and took a returning soul from the Qiankun bag and swallowed it. In the belly, the interest rate is restored.
After half a day, Ye Chenfeng, who recovered from the state, took out the second ghost face and cried the heart, swallowed it without hesitation, endured the pain of both soul and body, and continued to refine its essence. Pure strength, tempering veins.
Just in the morning, Ye Chenfeng was in the gravity space, endured the pain of non-human pains, and when he accumulated the power to break the space wall, when the expiration of January, there was a powerful transmission force over the real spirits, Fu Yuyue et al. Transmitted to the outside world.
"One month, Chengtian, Shanqiu, they finally came out, don't know how they got this harvest?"
When wearing a white robe, the sculpt of the swordsman who screamed at the body and looked at the sudden change of space, revealing the desired color.
"Come out!"
After a while, a figure pierced the space black hole and landed on the wet swamp.
Fu Youyue left the real spirits of the realm, first looked at everyone, but did not find the image of Ye Chenfeng, the heart was slightly worried for him.
But she is equally aware of her situation. When she seized Jian Chengtian and others, she took the lead and took the giant axe out. She came to the leader of the Tianhuo Zong leader and said: "Sword The lord, this is my harvest in the real world, a giant axe in the middle of the product."
"Chinese goods!" The main body of the sword hall brows, the face of the arrogant face reveals a strong joy, and quickly took over the giant axe from Fu Youyue, determined that it is a Chinese product, no doubt, then asked : "Fu Youyue, what reward do you want?"
"I don't know if You Yue is fortunate enough to be the famous disciple of the martial arts master." Fu Youyue revealed a double knife and said.
"Blade!"
When the Lord of the Swordsman hesitated, he suddenly noticed the double knives radiated from Fu Youyue’s body, his brows screamed, and his heart picked up the waves.
The sword and the knife are connected, and the person who can understand the sword is talented. The talent is beyond ordinary people, and the discovery in the future is limitless.
Thinking of it, the main hall of the sword hall nodded and said: "Well, I will accept you as a registered disciple. In the future, you will go to the Tianhuo Zongjiantang to practice. When you break through to the heavenly beast, I will accept you. Be a real disciple."
"Thank you Master!" Fu Youyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and there is a guardian of the main guardian, and he does not have to fear that Shen Chengtian and others will retaliate.
"You can't be a master, you can't accept her as a registered disciple."
Jian Chengtian, who had just left the realm of the real spirit, heard that the main hall of the martial arts was Fu Yueyue, who was a famous disciple, and quickly stopped.
"Why?"
The master of the sword did not know that the people who died in the secret of the real spirit, such as the secluded mountain, frowned and whispered.
"Because the secluded younger brothers were killed by Ye Chenfeng, and this Fu Youyue is an accomplice." Jian Chengtian said loudly, a word stirred up a thousand waves.