Chapter 227 Crazy

"Ky, if you want to get the recognition of fairy weapons, you can only rely on your own ability. It's up to you. I don't care." The instrumental spirit threw out a word and almost made the tomb Yunfeng fall from the air.

"This has become a shopkeeper. This guy is really..." Tomb Yunfeng stabilized his mind, and a sharp light appeared in his eyes.

"I don't believe it. I can't even subdue a newborn baby!" Tomb Yunfeng regarded this newborn fairy artifact as a baby.

"Since I can't think of a way, I can only force it." Tomb Yunfeng thought so in his heart that he stepped on the void and walked step by step towards the giant painting 100 meters away.

For Tomb Yunfeng, 100 meters is just a momentary distance on weekdays. However, at this moment, Tomb Yunfeng feels how long and endless a hundred meters are. Just by taking half a step forward, he was swayed and felt that his consciousness was muddle-headed. The artistic power brought by the fairy weapon is really not what the current tomb Yunfeng can withstand.

If it hadn't been for Tu Yunfeng's firm mind, I'm afraid that he would have been haggard and directly lost in this killing mood.

"This boy looks like he has a good mind, but it seems to be really too difficult to face the artistic conception of this fairy weapon now! Can't you let him give up? However, if you can't pass this level, when the fairy weapon is born, it will be more difficult to subdue it. At that time, this ten thousand sword demon map will not belong to him! The key is that he can't pass this level. For a hundred years, he can't enter the Taoist realm at all. How should he face everything after that? The low murmur of the instrument echoed in the void, and the tomb cloud maple could not be heard.

"No, I can't stop him, just let him have a try. If it really doesn't work, I'll take action again. At worst, let him try again later. The instrument whispered firmly, and then there was no sound.

At this time, Tomb Yunfeng was already half kneeling in the void, half lowering his head, and there was a unwilling look in his eyes. The stubborn silk supported him not to fall down.

"Five steps, not far, not far, definitely, I will definitely get there. There are still ninety-five steps, just ninety-five steps. Tomb Yunfeng, get up!" Tomb Yunfeng's chaotic consciousness kept reminding himself that he must carry it over.

At this time, the killing artistic conception has almost reached its peak. Of course, this artistic conception is the artistic conception when the ten thousand sword demon map has not fully opened the spiritual wisdom. Otherwise, with the strength of Tomb Yunfeng, it has long been annihilated.

Another step out, Tomb Yunfeng supported his trembling knees with his hands, and the sweat flowed down like a stream, dripping into the void.

"I can't admit defeat, keep moving forward! Ah!" With a roar, Tuo Yunfeng took another step forward, which almost exhausted all the strength in his body. Tomb Yunfeng almost fell directly. He felt that he had no strength at this time.

I can't help trembling all over. This trembling is not because of the exhaustion of physical strength, but because of the confusion and exhaustion of mind and consciousness.

"I can't admit defeat, I can't lose, I want to go over, I want to conquer you, conquer you..." Tomb Yunfeng's chaotic consciousness kept thinking about his own voice, constantly reminding himself not to be in a coma, reminding himself that he is going to succeed, and must not fall down.

This state lasted for a few breaths, and even the spirits in the void were ready to give up and persuade Tomb Yunfeng.

"Alas... It still doesn't seem to work! Ten meters forward, this boy is already very good. I'm still anxious. That's all. Let this boy exercise first. The spirit said to himself that he was ready to take action.

Ah...

Just as the weapon was ready to stop Tu Yunfeng from continuing to work hard, a tragic roar came from Tu Yunfeng's mouth. At this time, Tu Yunfeng suddenly raised his head, and his eyes were full of golden light.

"Break it for me!" A roar came out, and a condensed golden sword rushed out of the body of the tomb Yunfeng and instantly integrated with himself.

At the critical moment, this is the only way that Tomb Yunfeng can think of. Since it is in the face of the artistic conception of killing, why can't I borrow the life instrument formed by the power of the star in my body? The combination of body and equipment has proved that Tomb Yunfeng has begun to work hard.

The golden dagger condensed like substance, and the releaser stabbed forward with an unprecedented crazy momentum. At this moment, the golden sword directly crossed about 60 meters in the void, less than 40 meters away from the giant painting.

However, it is these 40 meters that block the continuous progress of the tomb cloud maple like a deep gully. At the incarnation of the golden sword, the artistic conception of killing Tao seemed to recognize Tomb Yunfeng, or the power of Tomb Yunfeng's killing star, and no longer stopped him, which made him move forward about 60 meters.

But when he arrived here, another terrible force appeared, which was the power of the secret way. The magic cloud rolled away in the giant painting, covering the ten thousand sword palace in an instant, as if to rush out of the giant painting, swimming in the direction of the tomb cloud maple.

It was this kind of power that made the tomb Yunfeng instantly remove from the realm of incarnation, and the life charm was instantly broken. Tomb Yunfeng was seriously injured and the corners of his mouth continued to bleed.

"Cough... I know. If you want to get the approval of this giant painting, I'm afraid you have to not only pass the test of the murderous artistic conception, but also withstand the recognition of the power of the hidden Tao." Tomb Yunfeng's eyes were congested, and a pair of eyes seemed to come out of her eyes, which was very terrible.

"Are you going to give up? If you miss this opportunity, I'm afraid this fairy weapon will have nothing to do with me!" I don't want to!" Tomb Yunfeng felt the cold breath all over his body and knew that it was the ten thousand sword demon map. At this time, the ten thousand sword demon devil seemed to be laughing at Tomb Yunfeng's incompetence and swinging slightly in the air. Or, this is an illusion of Tomb Yunfeng, but it is this illusion that makes Tomb Yunfeng's eyes tear, and the anger in his heart turns into a roar again.

"I must subdue you, no matter what the price is." Tu Yunfeng roared in his heart and slowly straightened up. The slow movement seemed to be pressing thousands of mountains on his body.

His eyes stared fiercely at the rolling magic cloud in front of him. At this time, the magic cloud seemed to be alive and kept rolling on the giant painting. And the magic cloud seemed to be able to exert force through the air to send a cold breath to the tomb cloud maple. As if, Tomb Yunfeng felt that this power was so familiar, such a familiar breath of death.

"It's this breath again, disgusting breath." Tomb Yunfeng was once seriously injured by the Yinsha Sect woman, which was caused by the Yinsha spirit into the body. At this time, feeling this familiar breath made him angry and wanted to tear and swallow the other party alive.

"Come on, come back if you have the ability!" The hoarse roar spread all over the void, as if to shatter the sound of the huge painting.

"That's all right, boy, forget it. It's still difficult for you to control this ten thousand sword demon map now. You still need to hone for a while. Give up." At this time, the spiritual voice sounded in the void, with a trace of helplessness and unwillingness.

"Shut up, who said that? I haven't given up yet. Unless I die today, I must take him down." At this time, Tomb Yunfeng was about to approach the edge of rage, and a stream of anger burst out from the bottom of his heart, as if to burn him alive.

The spirit stagnated, and I didn't expect that Tomb Yunfeng had reached a state of confusion. However, he did not force himself to intervene, and he still held a little hope.

Roar...

At this time, Tomb Yunfeng's left arm suddenly itched, and a familiar roar came from his left arm, shaking the whole space. In an instant, the world was shaking, as if this long roar was about to destroy the world.

"This is..." The exclamation of the spirit came out, with a trace of trembling.