Jinyiwei's Killing God System

Chapter 207 Cultivation
In this changed force field, Yuan Suiyun began to practice sword.

His sword used to be as light as a feather, but now it is as heavy as a thousand pounds.Every move and every move is like fighting against the top masters in the rivers and lakes.During the process of practicing the sword, all the mysterious true energy emanating from the ebony cauldron was absorbed in his body.

I practiced like this for a full hour...

When he practiced the sword, Ye Yunmie sat cross-legged beside the ebony tripod like an old monk in samadhi, his whole body's true energy merged with the aura of the ebony tripod.

As time passed, Yuan Suiyun's figure became slower and slower. Finally, he turned his sword, stood on the ground with the sword, knelt on the ground, and gasped for breath.

He was sweating through his heavy shirt, and seemed to be exhausted, but he immediately sat down cross-legged, as if concentrating his energy to practice, and fell into a samadhi instantly.

Ye Yunmie felt the change in Yuan Suiyun's aura, knowing that he was entering the final stage of nourishing his qi, so he withdrew his energy.

The ebony tripod returned to its original dull color.And Ye Yunmie seemed to have experienced a catastrophe, his face was ashen, sitting on the ground, unable to move.

After a long time, Yuan Suiyun opened his closed eyes, his eyes were brighter than when he came, and his cultivation level had obviously improved.

At this time, the sun was setting, and there was silence in the wilderness.

Ye Yunmie stood in the distance and quietly watched Yuan Suiyun wake up from the meditation state, with a satisfied look in his eyes.

Yuan Suiyun walked up to Ye Yunmie, cupped his hands and said, "Uncle Ye, I have worked hard for you these past few months. Only you can control the Tianyuan force field of the Ebony Divine Cauldron. The reason why my Qingdian Ghost Sword can be practiced , it all depends on you."

A kind smile appeared on Ye Yunmie's face and said: "Young master, you are welcome. It is my duty to devote myself to the Illusory Demon Palace. To this day, your Qingdian Ghost Sword has been practiced. Now, let Let's see how fast your sword is under normal circumstances!"

"it is good!"

Ye Yunmie took out a stainless steel cylinder from his body, and said to Yuan Suiyun: "This is the rainstorm pear flower nail made by our magic magic palace. There are ninety-nine and eighty-one sharp edges in it. Once you press the button, all of them will be shot out in an instant. , Even a master of the Xiantian realm must use true energy to protect himself, so as not to be injured by the sharp edges. All you have to do now is to shoot down all the sharp edges with your sword."

"Understood." Yuan Suiyun held a black long sword, and Yuan Tingyue stood upright, staring at Ye Yunmie.

Ye Yunmi put the Rainstorm Pear Blossom nails in his sleeves and asked, "Are you ready?"

Yuan Suiyun nodded.

Suddenly, Ye Yunmie raised his toes, and he picked up a handful of sand on the ground, and threw it straight at Yuan Suiyun's face.

His vision was blocked by sand and dirt.

Then, Ye Yunmi pressed the mechanism of the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Nail in his hand, and the 81 sharp edges shot at Yuan Suiyun like lightning in the rainstorm.

With a flick of Yuan Suiyun's wrist, the black long sword pierced ninety-nine 81 swords in an instant. Each of the 81 swords pierced a sharp edge and cut the sharp edge in the middle.

"Ding, ding, ding", the sharp sound of gold and iron, like beads falling on a jade plate, sounded hurriedly.

All the sharp edges fell to the ground.

Yuan Suiyun stood motionless on the spot. Facing the sudden attack of the Pear Blossom Nail in the rainstorm, he did not use lightness kung fu to hide, nor did he use body-defense qi to protect his body, but simply shot down every sharp edge with a fast sword.

This vision and speed can be described as appalling.

Ye Yunmie laughed, and he said to Yuan Suiyun gratifiedly: "Now even if you are facing Zuo Xingtang, you can win the battle."

Yuan Suiyun asked, "Where is Yan Long?"

Ye Yunmie's face froze, and he said solemnly: "Young Master, how strong is Yan Long? No one knows. He is too dangerous. You'd better not mess with him now."

Yuan Suiyun responded with a deep voice, and returned the sword into its sheath.

"Five days later, it will be the second round of the sword competition. After the competition, I will pass on the emperor's second magic weapon to you." Ye Yunmi coughed.

Yuan Suiyun didn't seem to be in a good mood, and when he heard this sentence, he just responded lightly.

"Alright, it's time for you to go back." Ye Yunmi said.

After Yuan Suiyun left, Ye Yunmie bent down and started to cough violently, and didn't stop until he coughed up a big puddle of blood from his mouth.He stared at Yuan Suiyun's far away direction, and murmured: "Young Master, I'm afraid that time is running out, and the Emperor's foundation depends on you to support it."

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In the Shanhai Hall, Yan Long stretched his muscles and bones in his own courtyard, turning his wrists non-stop, following his heart's movement, his qi moving freely, gathering at his fingertips.

The index finger curled up, straightened suddenly, "嗤", the energy broke through the air, and the hole gold finger shot at a huge square stone in the yard.

"Pounce", hitting the boulder with force, like a rotten wood, a round hole with a depth of one foot was shot out of this hard bluestone.

"With only [-]% of finger strength, there is such power. No wonder the ghost monks in the Western Regions were able to cross the rivers and lakes just by relying on this unique skill."

Yan Long is quite satisfied with his progress in cultivating the Golden Finger of the Cave. After all, with the assistance of Ziyang Tianmo Gong, a top-notch internal skill, he can learn any martial arts very quickly.

However, the Ziyang Heavenly Demon Art is not helpful for cultivating profound strength, at least for now, it is not helpful at all.

In the past few days, Yan Long has been cultivating profound strength uninterruptedly.

The progress was extremely slow and chaotic.

The torment in it is beyond words.

The above sixteen characters are Yan Long's cultivation experience for a period of time.

Cultivating profound strength is like fleeing in a labyrinth of despair. The hell road in the six realms seems to be a closed space where no light can be seen, and Yan Long can only circle endlessly in it.After experiencing countless tortures and pains, I still can't find a bright exit.

The strange thing is that although he didn't have any epiphany, his profound strength kept increasing.Now it has reached 32 points, and the distance from the minimum standard value of 60 points has narrowed a lot.

As soon as Yan Long collected his thoughts, he "escaped" from Xuanxinhai.

"Oh, Shen Wuxin said that the way of profound strength is different from thousands of people. But why should I use Li Yuanba's cultivation method? Uh... But now that I don't use his method, what should I do? Cultivation?" Yan Long thought in distress, as if caught in an endless loop.

"Forget it, since you don't understand it, let's put it down first, anyway, the value of mystic strength is increasing, and when it reaches 60 points, let's talk about refining the knife first!"

Yan Long made up his mind and walked out of the yard, ready to find An Xiyan.

Because the decoration of the purchased villa has not yet been completed, An Xiyan is still living in Yuegu Lotus Pond.

Yan Long has absolute confidence in his martial arts, and now he basically doesn't let Dian Wei and Huben Ying accompany him when he goes out.

As soon as he came out of Shanhaitang, his true energy sense suddenly located a place on the corner of the street.

"Concubine Hua!" Yan Long's heart moved, and he flew over the street corner like a goshawk.

At this time, not long after nightfall, most of the pedestrians on the street went home for dinner, so there were not many people.

Yan Long saw the man standing on the street corner with a turban covering most of his face at a glance.

(End of this chapter)