Chapter 146: The power of the avenue

"Ye Chenfeng, are you ready?"
The real spirit stood in front of Ye Chenfeng and asked with a loud voice.
"The younger generation is ready." Ye Chenfeng, who completely replenished the power of blood, nodded and said firmly.
"Well, I am going to send you to Sanding forbidden land. As long as you can understand the skills on the forbidden stone monument and break the three black tripods that suppress the forbidden land, you can leave the forbidden area."
"Remember, the time for your second round of assessment is also one month. If you can't comprehend the skills on the stone tablet within one month and break three black tripods, you will be killed by three black trips."
When finished, the real spirit wrapped in the red light arm gently stroked, tearing the space, and sent Ye Chenfeng to the second round of assessment.
"This is the three black bars that suppress the forbidden land."
When Ye Chenfeng came to Sanding forbidden land, he saw it at a glance. It was tens of meters high, and the whole body was painted black. The surface was engraved with a lot of ancient dark lines, inlaid with the animal head, revealing the ancient gas, like a huge mountain. Black Ding.
Seeing the first three black Ding, Ye Chenfeng felt tremendous pressure. He couldn’t imagine how much power needed to break through the three hill-like black tripods.
"Swords are six heavens, broken!"
Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath, and the six-swords squirted out in his body, gathered in his right arm, and emptied into the sky, a shocking sword slashing through the sky, carrying a powerful destructive power, 斩On one of the black tripods.
"嗡..."
A shrill humming sound rang and swayed over the forbidden land of Sanding for a long time.
After Ye Chenfeng released six swords, the condensed swordsman attacked, and in addition to the huge sounds, Black Ding did not leave any sword marks on the surface.
The attack by Ye Chenfeng does not pose any harm to it.
"The test of the true spirits of the real world, it is more difficult than a round, want to break the black tripod, the power required is definitely several times larger than the wall of the space."
A general examination of the level of the black Ding, Ye Chenfeng did not delay the time, directly to the center of the Sanding forbidden land, up to more than ten meters, the surface of the smooth as a mirror of the monument, the release of soul power penetrated into.
Soon, a large amount of white light appeared in Ye Chenfeng’s mind. These white light quickly gathered together to form a mysterious Chinese culture.
The ruling of the Seven Swords, the middle of the road, the power of the road. It is divided into seven types, such as cold pole, thunder, crescent moon, eclipse, collapse, destruction, ruling, etc., and cultivation to the extreme, can exert the power of superior skills and destroy the heavens and the earth.
"The ruling of seven swords!"
The name of this middle-class Taoist technique makes Ye Chenfeng feel overbearing and has a feeling of dominating the heavens and the earth.
Simple understanding of the ruling of the Seven Swords, Ye Chenfeng calmed down his heart, controlled the mind and brain memory to rule the seven swords to practice the mouth.
If you don't have a brain, you can't remember the sacred swords of the seven swords in a month, and you have a brain, and Ye Chenfeng only spends half a day, remembering The ruling of the seven swords to the extreme cultivation of the mouth.
Begin to penetrate the power of the avenue contained in the ruling.
"The power of the avenue..."
Ye Chenfeng deeply understands the mysterious power of the avenue when he uses the power of the brain to penetrate.
Daoshengyi, one lifetwo, two births three, three generations of everything... The Tao represents the rules of the heavens and the earth. With the strength of Ye Chenfeng, even if there is a brain, it is impossible to fully penetrate.
Fortunately, the seven swords of the ruling ruling only need a very shallow understanding of the Tao, and then transform the power of the Tao into the power of the artistic conception, and you can comprehend the true meaning of the ruling of the Seven Swords.
Founding the direction of comprehending the ruling of the Seven Swords, Ye Chenfeng was completely immersed in it, controlling the power of the brain to push the avenues over and over again and comprehend.
Time has passed in the epiphany day by day.
At this time, outside the real spirits, the three masters stationed in the Blackpool Marsh gradually became unsettled.
"The main body of the sword, this has passed a month, and Ye Chenfeng has not come out yet. You said that he will have died in the real spirit." Wearing a black robe, his face is gloomy. The whispering son of the whispered voice asked aside, closing the eyes of the sword.
"According to the ancient books of my fire, it is true that no one has stayed in the real spirit for so long, and Ye Chenfeng has ten deaths." Jian Yuan nodded and said.
"The sword master, do we still have to wait for it?" asked the voice of the Nether.
"It is necessary, we must avoid the front foot just to go, then Ye Chenfeng will take the possibility of not uploading to the real spirit, although this may be very small, but we can not care, if he is really Out of it, the opportunity on his body is enough to improve the overall strength of my fire sect. Several layers."
"Let's do this, Elder Elder, you and the fire elders stay here and continue to wait, I will go back with the Chinese goods, but you can rest assured that this merit is indispensable to you and the fire elders." A little, said.
"That's good, then I will wait for a year with the elders. If the morning breeze does not appear within a year, let's go back." Nethered nodded and agreed.
"Good!"
"Tian Huozong disciples listened to the fate, and quickly left with me." Jian Yuan slowly stood up and said.
"Ye Chenfeng, are you really dead in the real spirit?" Fu Youyue looked at the location of the black hole in the space, and the inner part of the pain was inexplicably painful. Ye Chenfeng’s figure appeared in her mind, lingering .
Standing in the Fengyun Valley, the two masters of Thunderbird Mountain, saw Jianyuan with a group of Tianhuo disciples to take the flamingo wind birds to leave, leaving only the Nethery, and immediately communicated.
Soon, the two masters who have lost patience have left two elders. Others took their flying mounts and left the Blackpool Marsh.
Time flies, and fifteen days pass by.
After fifteen days of comprehension, I deduced the brains that I don’t know how many times, and finally captured the slightest artistic concept of the power of the avenue.
Although this artistic conception is still very vague, but in the powerful ability of devouring the brain, Ye Chenfeng has tried to practice the ruling of the Seven Swords.
Cold pole, the artistic conception of the water that evolved from the power of the avenue, the stunned swordsmanship, the moment of freezing shattered everything.
"The artistic conception of water, Xuanhan Lingshui contains what it means to be water. Maybe with the power of Xuanhan Lingshui, I can speed up the cultivation of cold."
Ye Chenfeng reveals the color of the accident, removes the distracting thoughts in his mind, controls the brains and brains to deduct the evolution of the road over and over again, and tries to practice the ruling of the first sword of the Seven Swords.
Generally, only by breaking through to the realm of the Beastmaster, you can peek into the power of the artistic conception, while Ye Chenfeng relies on the anti-day brain to touch the mysterious avenues of the avenue and the artistic conception
The road is no way. On the way to the avenue, you can accommodate hundreds of things, one endless, endless, endless changes, and endless.
Slowly, the power of the avenue of the brain's deduction has evolved into the artistic conception of water, and the sound of a wave of waves in the body of Ye Chenfeng.
"Cold pole!"
Feeling that the water in the body is getting stronger and stronger, Ye Chenfeng has issued a six-day sword, and with the power of the sword, he forced the mood of the water and applied the cold.
"嗡..."
A sword mang, which was condensed by the water's artistic conception, spurted out in the body of Ye Chenfeng, carrying a sharp chill, and a sword smashed into a hill-sized black ding in the distance.
Strong destructive power will smash this black trip to a crack, and the deafening roar will not linger for a long time.