Chapter 1823: Mount the Holy Peak

Yang Chong was dumbfounded, and his own cultivation base was gone. After a hundred years of cultivation, his cultivation base disappeared completely.
"Ye Feng, I swear, I will kill you!"
Yang Chongran rushed out of the room, and his voice echoed above the School of Disruption. Many instructors didn't know what had happened.
When he came over, everyone was dumbfounded. Yang Chong became an old man in his fifties. He couldn't see a trace of spiritual energy fluctuations all over his body. The laws of his body disappeared and he completely became an ordinary person.
"Yang Chong, what happened?"
A strong emperor came up and asked why it was so good that the cultivation base disappeared.
"Ye Feng, he must have made hands and feet in my body, which abolished my cultivation."
Yang Chong felt it in the ring. At that time, a chill entered his body, and then disappeared. When he returned to the academy, the chill suddenly came out.
Hearing that it was Ye Feng again, many people gritted their teeth with hatred. If it weren't for Lao Lu, they would have killed Tai Chi Academy a long time ago, so there is no need to wait here.
"When the master of the school leaves the customs, we must settle accounts with this Tai Chi Academy!"
Many tutors are still relatively loyal to the School of Disruption. If this happens, they will continue to stay in the college.
"It is useless to talk more now, and it will not change the destiny of Jueqing Academy. First find a way to save the current situation, otherwise our Jueqing Academy will be closed."
A emperor said lightly, Ye Feng can't be killed now, unless the emperor takes action, but there is no way for the senior emperor to do anything with Lao Lu.
The most anxious thing in front of him is not to kill Ye Feng, but to restore the loss of the School of Disruption and reduce it to a minimum.
"Is there any way? Thousands of students have to withdraw from the academy. Except for the high-level king, the low-level king level students have retired more than half."
He is also a teacher of the Emperor of God, with a look of helplessness, the students of the four colleges are basically divided into three levels.
Ordinary is the fairy king level, which is considered the lowest level, and the tuition is not very expensive.
Most of them are low-level kings, occupying a large part of the academy. There are four to five thousand people in the low-level king academy, which is very impressive, and about half of them dropped out this time.
The second is the senior king, the number is not very large, about a thousand people, and has not received news of dropping out.
But this is the butterfly effect, which will produce a series of effects. Low-level disciples can't get in, and without new blood supply, resources can't keep up, and the college will fall into crisis.
As for senior students, they are distinguished, many of them are children of large families, and they just hope to absorb more knowledge through the academy, which is dispensable for the needs of the academy.
In the pottery mud, tears flickered, Ye Feng's body was intertwined with countless lines, very terrifying, had already climbed to the Ninth-Rank Peak God King, one foot had already reached the level of the God King.
Once he stepped into the Divine Emperor, Ye Feng would fall into a real bottleneck, and the cultivation technique could not be continued. He had to find the Vatican Death Curse as soon as possible.
However, the physical body can continue to break through, cultivate the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons, and wait for the Vatican Rebirth Curse to accumulate.
Breaking through a Ninth-Rank Divine King, Ye Feng consumed tens of millions of Divine Crystals, which was so terrible that even he was deeply shocked.
Leaving Tao Ni, the sky was already bright, and today Ye Feng is going to the sixteen people to go to the holy peak to see who has the chance.
Sixteen people came to the academy very early, this time they won the championship, and Ye Feng alone rewarded one million crystals to help them improve their family situation.
This is what they deserve. Speaking of which they helped Ye Feng win 4 billion, 16 talents were divided into tens of millions, not a lot.
I bought a new house with more than one million crystals, spent more than a hundred thousand crystals, and hired some people. After 16 people, I can concentrate on cultivation.
And at their level, you can go out at night to simply help people with tasks, and you can earn a lot of resources. Since then, you can get rid of poverty.
"Follow me to Holy Peak!"
Ye Feng's name is Shang Lu Ying, who is also a member of Tai Chi Academy, and is qualified to go to the Holy Peak.
Many people have been waiting under the holy peak. It is the same every year. Champions are eligible to climb the holy peak and watch the holy monument.
Seeing the people from Tai Chi Academy coming, everyone gave way. The road to the holy peak was a weird staircase, very old, with a thick layer of moss growing on it.
"Follow me!"
Ye Feng glanced at the sixteen people and found that they were also dignified. They didn't expect to experience this kind of good thing personally, but last year, the School of Love was won the championship, and no one successfully boarded.
Stepping up the stairs, Ye Feng felt a strange energy enveloping him, blocking his steps, and unable to move forward.
The laws of the body worked, the feeling of rejection disappeared, and Ye Feng continued to walk up the steps.
On the other hand, the pressure on the faces of the 16 students also appeared. At the beginning, that kind of pressure appeared, making it very difficult for them to take every step.
Ye Feng didn't move forward quickly. Every few steps he walked, his body stopped, scented, it seemed that in the void, there was an invisible law pattern flowing into his body.
With a sudden movement of the human pen, it seemed to be drawn. He wanted to fly out of Ye Feng's storage ring and immediately blocked it. Using the breath of the human pen, the pressure on Ye Feng's body was reduced a lot.
The people below are getting smaller and smaller. The holy peak is so high that it will take more than a long time to climb up. Some students can't hold on, standing still, panting.
"Don't be aggressive, if your body can't bear it, give up immediately, so as not to hurt the internal organs!"
Ye Feng said to them, don't force it, cultivating this thing, let it go with the flow, go against the sky, it is not profitable.
Everyone nodded one after another, and some people began to give up. As soon as they reached one-third, their complexions turned red and they couldn't bear it, and they had to go back the same way.
The number of people was getting smaller and smaller, and Lu Ying couldn't hold on anymore. In desperation, she had to go down the mountain. Only Ye Feng, all the way to dust, had already climbed half of the area.
"Look, Ye Feng has already climbed to the mountainside. Last year, the instructor of the School of Disruption was unable to bear it. I don't know if Ye Feng can surpass the Academy of Dissension this year."
When some people saw Ye Feng climb halfway up the mountain, they exclaimed.
"I think it's enough, no one has been on the holy peak for five consecutive years, unless it is the son of evildoers, they have a chance to go up."
For several years, everyone has failed, and no one succeeded in boarding, not even the Emperor.
The stronger the strength, the greater the pressure, but it is not conducive to going up. That kind of powerful repulsion becomes stronger when it is strong.
There were more and more law patterns, floating around Ye Feng. The heaven and earth patterns seemed to be natural. Ye Feng saw the dense inscription patterns entangled on the surrounding walls, very old.
"What a mellow soul inscription technique!"
Ye Feng was secretly shocked, these are all inscription souls, because there are magic runes in Ye Feng's soul sea, he is very familiar with the inscription souls here, and the human emperor pen is also decomposing the breath, and the surrounding law patterns begin to assimilate with Ye Feng.
Those inscription patterns poured into Ye Feng's body and were continuously absorbed by the magical runes.
The magical runes have gone through tens of millions of years, and some places have been damaged. They have been slowly repaired in Ye Feng's Soul Sea. A lot of runes are needed to repair the damaged places.
These inscriptions are the best nourishment, crazy nourishing runes, one after another in Ye Feng’s soul sea, the virtual runes portrayed by Emperor Xingyu back then, the existence of infinity and close to the runes, also said Ancient symbols.
The 16 students walked down one by one, and there was not much left. The most surprising thing was that Xiao Pang, who actually walked up like a okay person, even looked around.
This caused everyone to faint, and Ye Feng was able to go up. After all, this time it was all the limelight, and there was absolutely no one in a million.
But what kind of person Xiaopang is, everyone knows that he is a mentally insufficient person who can actually go up.
Even Ye Feng was very curious, these inscriptions could not pose any threat to Xiaopang, and he was even very close to Xiaopang, which made Ye Feng very strange.
"Is Xiaopang also a genius of Fudao?"
Ye Feng suddenly came up with a word, maybe Xiaopang is a master at portraying the Tao of Talisman. Only by moving forward and abandoning miscellaneous thoughts can you portray the virtual talisman. Xiaopang undoubtedly fits this condition best.
"It seems that Xiaopang's practice method will be changed in the future!"
Seeing that the mountain was close at hand, Ye Feng planned to go back and try Xiaopang's talents of Fudao. Once the potential was good, Ye Feng wouldn't mind imparting his knowledge of Fudao to him.
Ye Feng's things also need to be inherited. He will carry forward some of his experience and cultivation techniques to inherit his own tradition.
"Look, Ye Feng is about to reach the summit!"
In the sight of everyone, Ye Feng slowly ascended the mountain, and it had become a small spot. Chubby was only a few dozen steps away from Ye Feng, and he was about to reach the top of the mountain soon.
The following 15 students smiled bitterly, and didn't expect Xiaopang to be the most dazzling genius among the 16 of them.
Since ancient times, people who can ascend the holy peak have no one in a million, and they will have the opportunity to become a emperor, even a senior emperor.
Isn't Xiaopang really dull, but a big wit, who is always the only one in real things.
A huge holy stele appeared, which was ten feet high, standing on the holy peak, with countless lines carved on it.
The various writings seemed to be alive. They penetrated into Ye Feng's body, and the breath of the human emperor's pen was very intimate with this sacred stele. It is estimated that there was the breath of Xingyu Great on it.
"Sure enough, it is the handwriting of Emperor Xingyu!"
Gently stroking the lines on the sacred stele, the rune began to agitate, breaking up a more surging aura, and colliding back and forth in Ye Feng's body, as if to rush out of Ye Feng's body.
The lines on the holy stele suddenly came to life, like giant dragons, hovering around Ye Feng, forming a scene of Shilong watching the sea.
Those golden dragons, floating on the holy peak, are very beautiful. No one knows what happened.
"What's going on, why is it different this time, the holy stele seems to have undergone some changes!"
Some people looked horrified. In previous years, some people went up, at most sitting cross-legged in front of the holy stele, enlightening the law.
But this time Ye Feng ascended the holy peak, causing the entire holy peak to shake, and countless golden lights rushed into the sky.