Chapter 297 Zixuan Freshman

The only thing that can make Ye Feng happy is that the strong man who invaded the boundary seems to be malicious to him. Otherwise, he really should not be called every day. In short, he is dead.

Deep and inferable, emitting mysterious and glorious energy formed a thin layer of energy in Ye Feng's Dantian gas sea. Ye Feng was stunned to find that in his induction, all the fluctuations belonging to the divine pattern were rapidly disappearing until the end could not be sensed.

To Ye Feng's surprise, although this energy has isolated the fluctuations of the divine spirit, it has never isolated the power of faith, and the tide-like power of faith still flows into the divine spirit through the shadow of the four sacred beasts.

Who on earth is helping themselves?

Ye Feng, who had such doubts in his heart, only felt that his heart was like thousands of ants crawling, numb and itchy to the extreme.

Who can quietly enter his boundary and help himself like this now?

Feeling this vast and deep energy, Ye Feng was shocked that there was still such horrible energy in this world.

In Ye Feng's wing, Ye Yun looked at the scene in Ye Feng's air sea with satisfaction. When all the fluctuations disappeared, he was finally relieved.

Before surpassing the sacred level, the divine character is a life-threatening charm for any monk. If this kind of thing is exposed, the god will be chased all over the world.

Thinking of those years, when Ye Yun condensed his divine nature, he was chased and killed for tens of millions of years. Thirty-three layers of the fairyland, eighteen layers of hell, and even finally reached the underworld. After countless times of nearly dying, his divine nature finally grew into a perfect state.

Perhaps no one in the world knows better than Ye Yun how hard it will be from divine cohesion to perfection.

"I'm looking forward to how you son of a bitch will deal with the next crisis." Staring at Ye Feng, a meaningful smile appeared on Ye Yun's face.

He can't always help Ye Feng isolate the fluctuations of the divine spirit. He has not experienced the baptism of countless wind and frost. The experience of the war, and the divine spirit cannot be perfect.

So Ye Yun is very simple. His divine power can only support Ye Feng beyond the holy level. As for whether he can escape the pursuit of immortals, Buddhas and demons after the holy level, it depends on Ye Feng's own creation.

The flowers in the greenhouse always can't stand the wind and rain, and Ye Yun doesn't want his son to be such a flower.

"The road ahead is up to you. With your current strength, most of the situations can already be dealt with, and I should also complete the task assigned to me by Lord Pluto." In a whisper, Ye Yun stared at Ye Feng with a kind look. He really didn't know when he would meet again.

"Alas!" After stopping for a long time, even if there were thousands of words, this moment was just a sigh.

Before leaving, Ye Yun was still a little worried. He pointed to Ye Feng's forehead and flashed away.

Brush!

During the steps, Ye Yun's figure disappeared, and Ye Feng's boundary could not stop him at all.

It was also at the moment when Ye Yun left, Ye Feng's closed eyes suddenly opened, and Ye Feng saw a vague figure leaving the room.

"Who is this person?" Ye Feng, who looked stunned, touched his chin and muttered. At a glance, Ye Feng felt a familiar breath, but when he thought about it carefully, he found nothing.

Although he doesn't know who this person is, Ye Feng can be sure that this person is definitely someone he knows.

After all, Ye Feng, who had been silent for a long time, could only put down his doubts and observe his current situation.

In terms of strength, Ye Feng can already compete with the strong men of the heavenly class.

On the realm, thanks to the continuous awakening of the Qinglong mark, today's Ye Feng has successfully broken through to the first level of the emperor without the help of the imperial spirit stone.

The most important and surprising thing for Ye Feng is that the hidden danger of his deity has been solved with the help of that mysterious man, and now Ye Feng can unscrupulously absorb the power of faith in this world.

The power of faith is the most mysterious thing, which can not only continuously evolve to perfection, but also reshape people's soul and body.

With the initial condensation of Ye Feng's divine form, some ancient information wandering in the universe of heaven and earth is also constantly transmitted into Ye Feng's mind through the divine form.

Absorbing and digesting these ancient information, the smile on Ye Feng's face is getting stronger and stronger.

From this information, he actually got a method to practice the divine body

The divine body, as the name implies, is the body of the gods, which is more powerful than the fairy body. Once this kind of divine body is condensed, even the doomsday immortal disaster will not want to be hurt.

The first step in casting the divine body is to absorb the endless power of faith, constantly refine under the power of faith, and combine the mystery of the divine spirit.

"God helps me too." Ye Feng, who was excited, couldn't help but be overjoyed.

The divine body is the body of the gods, and Ye Feng does not believe that this constitution will be under the chaotic holy body and the immortality of the green dragon.

If he had already had a divine body, he would not have suffered such a degree of serious injury in the war with the empty god.

With a flash of light in his eyes, Ye Feng decided to practice the divine body almost without any hesitation.

There is the refinement of the Thor's formula, the baptism of the power of faith outside, and Ye Feng's broken heart of space is fully integrated into this body. Ye Feng does not believe that the divine experience he has cultivated is weaker than the chaotic holy body.

However, Ye Feng is not a reckless person.

Tshen's secret is fine, but it is extremely dangerous to wash yourself with the power of faith, and a slight mistake may even turn into ashes.

Ye Feng, who slowly calmed down, carefully went through the Thor formula in his mind, and then began to understand the cultivation method he had just obtained.

Ye Feng's understanding is very serious and careful. This set of methods is like a stream, slowly flowing through Ye Feng's heart, clear to the bottom, and every mystery can't escape Ye Feng's eyes.

This understanding is seven hours, and seven hours of enlightenment has completely restored the tranquility of Ye Feng's mind, which was still a little restless.

"Hu~~~" The moon star is sparse, and the soft moonlight shines into Ye Feng's room through the window. Ye Feng, who slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbid air. His calm eyes are like the windless water without any ripples.

"It's almost time to practice." Ye Feng, who clenched his fist, muttered, and the seven-hour enlightenment has made Ye Feng completely understand this set of cultivation methods.

His calm and waveless eyes glanced at the moon outside the window, and Ye Feng's expression was in a moment of trance.

"Are you all right?" In the almost muttering voice, a shadow that he had not seen for nearly two years came to his mind, and a touch of tenderness crossed his face, "Wait for me, wait for me to go back."

Ye Feng slowly closed his eyes in the murmur, and a rare trace of solemnity appeared on the waveless face of the ancient well. His mind moved and sank into the sea of Dantian gas again.

There, the black and white deity that has just formed is exquisite and perfect, without any flaws, and the soft light permeates from above the deity.

stared at the divine grid in front of him, felt the vast power of faith between heaven and earth through the divineness, looked at the vivid virtual shadow of the four sacred beasts, and Ye Feng's divine thoughts stepped forward.

One step, just one step, Ye Feng's mind turned into a starlight floating all over the sky when he fell at this step, and disappeared into the black and white god in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, Ye Feng's soul suddenly shook, and then an inch collapsed, turning into the power of the boundless soul to pour into the divine.

has been sleeping in the depths of the soul, and the Xuanyuan sword with cracks on the body seems to be stimulated. The purple light flashes also disappears, and when it appears again, it is already in the divine grace.

It was also at the moment when the Xuanyuan sword appeared in the god, the sword body collapsed and turned into a dazzling purple light, as if it had coated the god with a mysterious and ghostly purple.

The purple light shined slowly but firmly along the chain of faith to the virtual shadow of the four holy beasts, and then gathered on the forehead of the four holy beasts.

Originally, it was still a little vague. The four holy beasts with empty eyes seemed to have been injected into their souls after the purple light was injected. The empty eyes blinked, and a trace of doubt flashed in their eyes.

Then, the virtual shadow of the four resurrected holy beasts looked back at the black and white god at the same time, felt the familiar and strange breath emitted in the divine character, looked at each other, and there was a deep joy in his eyes.

The surprised voice of "Master~~" echoed in the sea of air in Dantian, and the four holy beasts flew back happily, constantly circled around the god, and then hugged the god from four directions.

Ye Feng's face, which was condensed again in the divine form, showed a smile of relief, but there was still a little regret in the torture and comfort.

Since then, the four sacred beasts in this Dantian Qihai are Xuanyuan Sword, and Xuanyuan Sword are also these four sacred beasts.

The Xuanyuan sword, which opened its five fingers and was incarnated into the four sacred beasts, rippled into the divine figure like a water wave and appeared in front of Ye Feng.

Seeing Ye Feng, Xuanyuan Jian made a cheerful cry, and then rushed to Ye Feng's arms and arched Ye Feng with his head affectionately, with a happy smile on his face.

"Zixuan!" Spoiledly rubbing his four small heads, Ye Feng looked soft and said in a soft voice full of emotion.

"Master!" Hearing this, Si Xiao raised his head and looked at Ye Feng. Tears fell down, "Zixuan misses his master so well!"

Zixuan is Ye Feng's name for Xuanyuan Sword, because after being recognized by Xuanyuan Sword, Ye Feng felt the need to give him a name.

And the sword spirit of Xuanyuan Sword also accepted the name calmly, although the sword spirit of Xuanyuan Sword had not yet condensed and formed.

In the Chinese world at that time, it was really strange to be able to condense and take shape.

Holding the four little Ye Feng and said nothing, he let Zixuan cry and vent. He knew better than anyone that Zixuan needed a vent.