Every time he refines an elixir, Ye Beizhu's spirit will feel more intense tempering in the huge consumption, and the pain and torture that he needs to endure will also rise exponentially, climbing upwards as if he is ascending to the sky, and the ability to endure it is even more rapidly amplified The feeling of spiritual fragmentation is rapidly amplified.

With a soft sound, two Gathering Spirit Pills with higher purity fell into Ye Beizhu's palm, he frowned and smiled, and then continued.

The fifth level of mental pain immediately followed him. An invisible pressure suddenly enveloped the whole body!

"Hum!" Immediately after, a sudden violent fluctuation erupted from Ye Beizhu's body, and in an instant, a five-fold superimposed intense pain made him tremble, and cold sweat almost gathered a trickle from his face.

The feeling of mental tearing was also, and it suddenly skyrocketed five times, which could almost easily be seen from the twitching and throbbing of the muscles on Ye Beizhu's body, how much pain he had endured for the sake of that extremely long-awaited divine sense, which was almost beyond the limit of what he could bear.

Under the extreme pain, the heart suddenly contracted and breathless, and the breathing became much more difficult under the sudden and rapid breathing.

"Five-fold mental sharpening is really powerful!"

At this time, no matter how strong his tenacious heart was, he felt an invisible sense of fear, which was only five times the pain, if it was eight times, ten times, how terrible it would be, and if his ancestral knowledge had not yet been developed, it would be completely irresistible.

Ye Beizhu realized the fear of this destruction, however, the benefits were also multipliing, this was the magic of refining the pot, but it was only a little distracted, and the pain took advantage of it, and it actually made his lips turn purple.

"Hehe, it's okay, it's okay, I can still hold on. The voice was hoarse, Ye Beizhu raised his head, and when he raised his hand to wipe his sweat, his arms were constantly shaking, and his face showed a smile like a miserable smile: "Do it again." ”

Hearing these words, Fan Lao was stunned with horror, and there was only one thought in his mind, which burst out in a flash. "I didn't expect this kid... So crazy!" For a while, there was a sense of trance in my heart, as if I had just met Ye Beizhu.

In fact, this is not that Ye Beizhu is too arrogant and does not know the depths, on the contrary, he even has a deep understanding of the benefits and harmfulness of this refining pot.

It's just that he feels that this is not the limit of what he can endure, and he can hold on a little longer.

And the cultivation experience again and again, in the accumulation, told him that only by breaking the limit of self-tolerance can he have great progress, otherwise, this weak accumulation, if he wants to accumulate to the level of reaching the peak of the powerhouse, I am afraid that he may not be able to succeed until his age is twilight.

Therefore, Ye Beizhu didn't say anything. In an instant, he once again entered the spiritual training of breaking through the limit.

The fluctuation of the eight runes of the refining pot vibrated together violently and frequently in his mind, and the layers came out towards the center of the refining pot, and Ye Beizhu gathered and struck away.

At this moment, the intense dizziness came again, and the body sitting cross-legged on it was frequently about to collapse, almost falling, as if the next moment it was very likely that the soul would be broken and die.

However, in this case, he still gritted his teeth and persevered, and successfully completed the sixth refinement, this time, he got a total of twelve, higher quality Gathering Spirit Pills, and at the same time, when Ye Beizhu's body jumped off the refining pot in a shaky manner, his expression was actually full of a satisfied smile, but under the continuous pulling of the corners of his mouth because of the pain of collapse, it looked quite weird.

This kind of tenacity, even Fan Lao has to admire, and he looked at Ye Beizhu with some surprise, his eyes were a little confused, he could still walk, and he didn't lie down, just about to say something.

"Hehe" smiled, Ye Beizhu staggered, but he had already fallen softly, but the smile on his face was undiminished, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a strange color that was indescribable to others.

Fan Lao, who was standing in front of him, shook his head with a strange expression, and a complicated color flashed in his eyes, as if he had a new understanding of Ye Beizhu, and the information that Ye Beizhu had in his mind before seemed to have become a blank.

Ye Beizhu spread his hands and feet like that, lying on his back, the paleness on his face slowly became ruddy, his chest rose and fell sharply, he gasped for breath, his eyes widened, staring at the still yellow space around him, but now after the control of Fan Lao, his vision is much wider than before, and he can see far away at a glance.

After a while, he slowly closed his eyes, and felt the abnormal divine consciousness in the ancestral aperture after experiencing this continuous six-fold tempering, and he was surprised to find that under the challenge of breaking through the limit this time, the perception in the whirlpool was much stronger.

Although the divine consciousness in the Wumang vortex has not yet been able to break through, Ye Beizhu has already felt that it is a kind of divine consciousness power with more sensitivity and flexibility and higher control, and even through the vortex, that kind of divine consciousness has a faint coercion.

You can clearly feel the strong changes in the Wumang whirlpool.

This made Deye Beizhu very happy, and he was so happy that it seemed that the sharp cutting pain, soreness, etc. on the body... are alleviating a lot.

Sure enough, the divine sense, like cultivation, is also able to stimulate the maximum potential of the body, break through the limit of cultivation and achieve rapid enhancement. Even the Wumang Vortex was also sharpened by this limit, and the speed of rotation in it, the unique fluctuations in it, were all strengthened a lot, definitely stronger than before, and its speed was also a little faster than before.

Under perception, Ye Beizhu understood a truth, the Wumang Vortex and some unique divine consciousness in it, the two complement each other.

The growth of the Wumang Vortex is naturally able to strengthen Zeng Qiang, maybe when, when it reaches a critical point, it will break through and burst out, which is exactly the same as the cultivation principle of condensing the soul.

Now, it's time to complete the third layer of the ancestral aperture! Thinking beautifully, the situation of yearning seemed to be right in front of him, which made Ye Beizhu grin, and his face was also provoked with a touch of comfort.

"Woo. "The wind whistled from under the dark and dark sky, rolling up sand and dust from the Yechuan tribe, its fierceness, it seemed to be comparable to the autumn wind of killing, the heaven and the earth were like the dark forest, which was completely different from the moon and stars half a day ago, completely two worlds.

Even if you can't see through the sky at night, you can still tell that it is almost raining.

Under the cover of night, a black shadow flashed past the Yechuan tribe and appeared in front of a house, and this figure naturally belonged to Ye Beizhu.

The whining wind intensified, and the strong wind made Ye Beizhu, who was extremely tired, sway slightly slightly.

Stretching his eyebrows, he casually crossed the courtyard wall that was once unattainable for him, stood silently on the ground, and then walked straight towards his room, he was so tired that although his heart was already eager to cultivate again, he had to rest less.

When he entered the house, he threw himself on the bed and fell asleep when he closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes suddenly, the blinding bright light made him lazily close them again, but it was only a matter of time before he jumped off the bed.

He found that the morning was surprisingly quiet.

However, under his curiosity, he went out of the room, and after finding a guard, he suddenly understood that the Yechuan tribe seemed to be empty, but the earth puppet array was opened later because of the need for testing.

"Seems like I've been forgotten?"

With a somewhat strange expression, Ye Beizhu smiled bitterly inexplicably, and shook his head.

This kind of thing, the Ye Chuan tribe has always been indispensable for all the leaders to be present, but this time it seems that he is the only one who has been left behind, and even Ye Yin seems to have forgotten that there is still his son, and he didn't tell ......

"Strange!"

Frowning slightly, a strange look flashed in Ye Beizhu's eyes, and he slowly walked back, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly smiled, and lightly slapped his forehead with his palm.

Suddenly said to himself: Yes, I think the clan elders don't want to disturb their cultivation, and they are in the idea of improving their strength as soon as possible under the idea of allowing him to concentrate, because no matter what, the importance of such a small test is far from being compared to hunting.

Nodding with relief, Ye Beizhu returned to the silent and empty courtyard, but it is not bad to cultivate in such an environment, at least he is not afraid of someone suddenly disturbing him.

Under the leafy cedar tree, Ye Beizhu sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, and his hands still pulled out the handprint that opened up the cultivation ancestral secret, and placed it under his chest.

As his breathing fluctuated, around his body, there was a slight fluctuation of his breath, which was within the ancestral aperture, under the control of Ye Beizhu, the Wumang Vortex once again and again impacted the edge of the surrounding space that seemed to be chaotic and not very large.

At this time, if someone sees it, they will find that above Ye Beizhu's ancestral aperture, a cyclone that is imperceptible to the naked eye is being generated, slowly and forcefully rotating.

In the ancestral aperture, the speed of the Wumang Vortex was obviously two or three points faster than the last time it was opened, and the kind of impact kinetic energy after absorbing a large amount of soul power was emitted in waves, stirring up a loud sound like the collision of heaven and earth.

It's just the last step of this third layer, the space is too solid, and many impacts have been in vain.

"Boom. There was a violent tremor with a tremor, and then a sharp sound suddenly transmitted and turned back in the air of the ancestral aperture.

"This voice is so majestic, can it succeed this time?" Ye Beizhu was overjoyed, but then he was shocked, and the sharp sound shocked him, but this sharp sound did not come from the outside world, but exploded directly in his head.

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbidity, Ye Beizhu opened his eyes slightly, and an extremely obscure spirit flashed through his pupils. Still can't do it!

"This is just the beginning, you can easily break through this third layer? In that case, everyone can become a Qi Refiner, which requires you to grasp the opportunity, constantly pondering, like impacting the barrier in the meridians, looking for the opportunity in the body taste. Fan Lao also sat on the side and said lightly: "However, this is still because your soul power is too weak and not strong enough, making it difficult to exert all the power of development." ”

"What is the teacher's good way?" Hearing this, Ye Beizhu was stunned at first, and then hurriedly asked.

"The smart one was confused for a while, and you were ready to open up the elixir for the ancestral trick, didn't you get all the elixir?"

The soul power source rotated extremely quickly, and after absorbing and refining the spiritual energy, the soul power in the body immediately increased by three points.

He pursed his lips and slammed again.

"Well, it's not bad, it seems that after taking the spiritual liquid, the benefits are really not small. ”

Fan Lao nodded, a slightly gentle smile welling up, but he didn't say anything.

Under such circumstances, Ye Beizhu swallowed a mouthful of spiritual liquid every half an hour, and then unscrupulously devoted himself to the cultivation of opening up the third layer of the Purple Mansion.