Ye Hao shook his head, although the soul blood of the celestial man was indeed tempting and could allow him to improve his strength quickly, it was obviously impossible to let him stay in this ghost place all the time.

"Boy, don't you think about it again?" The black-robed old man was obviously a little unwilling.

However, he also understood that the boy looked to be only fifteen years old, and it was unrealistic to let him stay here all the time.

Ye Hao walked towards the outside of the stone room, and in the process, the old man in the sky blue robe wanted to stop him, but in the end, he was stopped by the old man in the black robe.

He shook his head, looked at the angry old man, and said: "If he doesn't want to stay, forget it, can you still watch him all the time, and without him, we can still let the celestials sleep, the most important thing is that his strength is too weak, and it is impossible to really destroy the celestials, with or without his existence, the effect is not great." ”

At this time, they didn't notice at all that a trace of black energy was constantly converging into the souls of the celestials.

The weird smile flashed away, and his eyes were full of blazing when he looked at Ye Hao, but then he closed his eyes, and the moment he closed his eyes, the black energy suddenly flowed faster and faster.

These old men attached great importance to Ye Hao, and specially arranged a stone room for him, which was directly adjacent to them, and was not with Yun Dong.

Back in the stone room, Ye Hao couldn't wait to cultivate.

Although after creating the boxing technique, his combat power is very strong, but his artistic conception comprehension is still too low, in this world where artistic conception cannot be used, he can indeed easily defeat the Martial Emperor and even the peak Martial Emperor, but after going out, the result is different, the power of the artistic conception superposition is very terrifying, it is not at all a martial art can make up for it, especially a pervert like Xia Xiaoyao who can perfectly integrate the three artistic conceptions, he is not his opponent at all.

At this time, Ye Hao seemed to be integrated into the heaven and earth, and all the artistic conceptions were very clearly presented in front of him, but he was not greedy, you must know that unless the artistic conception reached the realm of Dacheng, it was impossible for the thief to fuse, so he still focused on the artistic conception of force.

In his perception, the world is no longer the original world, but full of various colors, such as the fiery red flames, blue water droplets, and brown earth, which are all manifestations of artistic conception, and the sound seems to have completely disappeared.

Finally, he found it, it was a huge fist, a fist that seemed to be able to break everything, it seemed to last forever, hanging quietly there, full of incomparably mysterious aura, people couldn't help but indulge in it at a glance.

When Ye Hao looked at the fist, it began to swing, and the power of each swing was constantly changing, fierce, soft, and peaceful, but without exception, no matter how the strength changed, every swing of the fist had unparalleled strength, as if it wanted to destroy this color space.

The punches continued to decompose in Ye Hao's eyes, and finally turned into small fists, and gradually he entered the ethereal state of mystery and mystery, forgetting everything.

He began to swing his fist, and the force was so strong that the stone chamber space vibrated violently.

"That's not right!"

In his senses, the wave of those small fists obviously did not carry the slightest strength, but the damage caused was very powerful, and the power that Ye Hao swung out was many times stronger than the small fists, but the result was too different.

"What the hell is going on?" Ye Hao looked at the artistic conception of force and fell into deep thought.

He looked at the fist that kept waving, and constantly adjusted the strength in his hand, but this time the gap was even greater, and the strength in his hand was weak, and he couldn't make any movement at all.

"Is it a trajectory?"

Those fists were not straight out, they were incomparably subtle trajectories, and each trajectory was different.

Ye Hao focused all his attention on the trajectory of the fist, he kept trying, kept groping, but in the end he was disappointed, even with the same trajectory, the power of the fist he swung did not increase in any way.

The fluttering fist slashed, and the artistic conception space collapsed, but it healed immediately, but Ye Hao did not feel any power on the fist, it seemed to be lighter than a feather.

One fist after another kept slashing in front of Ye Hao, he was concentrating, his heart was like water, and he wanted to crack the secret.

Slowly, his fist also became weak, but at the moment of swinging, the space in front of him was violently deformed, and this light and fluttering fist contained a kind of soft power, which seemed to have no strength, but in fact, it was just that the power was not discharged.

In the continuous exploration of the middle city, Ye Hao's comprehension of the artistic conception of force is getting deeper and deeper, and the fist that he swings out contains terrifying power, but it does not cause any damage to the space in front of him, and the fist that he swings out does not seem to have the slightest strength, but it shatters the space in front of him.

He was in the world of artistic conception, he was addicted, and this feeling seemed to be addictive, making him feel as if there was a joy from the soul.

Artistic conception is a kind of origin of heaven and earth, with the gradual comprehension, integration, and finally the law of heaven and earth can be formed, that is to say, the comprehension of artistic conception is actually the comprehension of heaven and earth, and the reason why the soul feels happy is because he is more in line with the heaven and earth.

Ye Hao's soul has taken off his soul clothes, and he has also devoured the soul blood of the celestials, and his comprehension has increased many times, which is very terrifying, and he will soon complete all the comprehension of that small fist, and at this time his comprehension of the artistic conception of power has reached the realm of Dacheng.

I saw that in the stone room, his fist kept swinging out, and the space was either squeezed and deformed, or cracked a gap, or directly shattered, or intact, compared to before, the control of power is not known how many times stronger.

Stopping the movement in his hand, Ye Hao looked at the huge fist, his expression was indescribably weird, at this time he had a very special feeling, as if as long as he wanted to, he could comprehend the artistic conception of power to the realm of perfection in one fell swoop.

This feeling was particularly strong after he comprehended those little fists, but Ye Hao not only did not feel excited, but instead had a trace of worry, because with the appearance of this feeling, a touch of black appeared on his soul.

"What is this?"

This black appeared very suddenly, you must know that Ye Hao had completely refined the soul blood before, and he had also carefully checked it, and he did not find a trace of black soul energy belonging to the celestials, but it appeared now.

However, after careful observation, he found that there was no trace of heavenly beings in this black soul breath, and there was no consciousness, not only that, but with its appearance, Ye Hao found that this piece of heaven and earth was clearer in his eyes, and at the same time, his comprehension was also doubled.

When he found that it was not harmful to himself, Ye Hao also put his mind at ease and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the world of artistic conception, striving to comprehend the artistic conception of this force to perfection.

Time passed little by little, and Ye Hao also went from constantly swinging his fists to sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"The artistic conception of force turns out to be like this!" Ye Hao's face gradually showed a heartfelt smile, he found that he was wrong before, thinking that as long as he used all his strength, even if he exerted the power of the artistic conception of force, but as his comprehension of the artistic conception of force deepened, he realized that this was not the case.

Force is everywhere, there is gravity, gravity, repulsion, and when you realize the great perfection of the artistic conception of force, you can use these forces as yourself, so that you can use a small force to launch a powerful attack.

Only by combining all the powers together can it be regarded as truly exerting the full power of the artistic conception of force, and at the same time, in the artistic conception of using force, one's own strength will increase tenfold, you must know what the concept of tenfold power is, even an ordinary person may be able to tear the tiger alive, not to mention that Ye Hao's strength is already very perverted.

"Bang!"

Ye Hao slowly raised his fist, and then swung it out suddenly, only to see that the moment the fist was struck, the space in front of him was ripples, but in fact, he didn't use any power at all in this blow, and the reason why he was able to create such a terrifying power was completely through the thrust formed when the fist was suddenly swung.

With a smile on his face, Ye Hao was very satisfied with the result of this blow, he kept swinging his fist, putting all the external forces aside, and a huge sound continued to occur in the stone room.

Before coming in, he had already checked that there was a powerful formation here, which not only allowed the stone room to have a strong defense, but also soundproof, even if he made a big movement inside, he didn't have to worry that someone outside would hear it.

Ye Hao was very concerned about the black on the soul, and he found that with the deepening of his comprehension of the artistic conception of force, the black on the soul seemed to be constantly consumed, and at the moment when he comprehended the artistic conception of the power to the Great Perfection, the black disappeared completely, and at the same time, he also felt that with the disappearance of the black substance, it returned to its previous appearance again.

"It's a pity!" At this time, Ye Hao also understood that this black substance was a very good thing, which could help people comprehend the artistic conception, but a bowl of soul blood did not contain much of this substance, and the consumption was also very large, and it was only effective when the artistic conception was comprehended.

"Before you leave tomorrow, see if you can ask for more!" Ye Hao felt that these old men had been imprisoned for so long, they must have a lot of inventory, and with their strength, it was estimated that this soul blood was not precious to them, otherwise they would not have given him two bowls when they met for the first time.

"Boom!"

Just when Ye Hao was thinking about a good thing, suddenly the stone city shook violently, as if it was a sky collapse, and huge noises kept coming out, even if this stone room had a very powerful formation, it couldn't stop such a vibration.