Coming out of the robbery cave, Ye Changsheng covered up the entrance of the cave and left the mass grave with the vine on his back.

At this time, it was not yet light, and many villagers were walking on the way to the town with carts or vines on their backs.

When everyone saw Ye Changsheng who was in a hurry, they didn't feel abrupt.

Changsheng returned to the small courtyard of Yefu, poured the blood of the demon beast into the pool, and sprinkled the Seven Star Pei Yuan San.

Although the ancient tomb cultivation has gained a lot, Changsheng does not dare to slack off because of this.

The path of cultivation is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat.

With a pop, Ye Changsheng jumped into the bloody pool, soaking his body and head in bloody water.

Bursts of stinging pain struck, and grains of vitality exploded in the body, turning into a thin stream, flowing into the weak meridians.

Suddenly, a powerful vitality flowed towards his left leg, bringing a feeling of swelling.

"Bang!"

The barrier in the center of the foot was broken, and a stream of air erupted.

This is?

The seventh meridian is open?!

Ye Changsheng's face was shocked, he knew that his body was extremely pure, and his cultivation was naturally much faster, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.

In just half a pillar of incense, five black stars appeared on his chest.

It can be seen that after his cultivation was improved, the efficiency of absorbing the Seven Star Pei Yuan San was also greatly improved.

When the seventh black star was printed on his chest, Ye Changsheng jumped up from the pool of blood and jumped more than a foot high!

"Haha, there is only one meridian on the leg, it's so powerful. Ye Changsheng laughed.

Falling beside the pool of blood, he sat cross-legged on the ground.

Under the operation of "The Secret Record of Futu", the toxins in the body are discharged from the pores, exuding a fishy smell.

The seven black stars on the chest quickly faded and finally disappeared completely.

The feeling of "being in the body" arises spontaneously!

Ye Changsheng slowly opened his eyes and smiled happily.

Six feet in the sea of souls, six feet in the sea of qi, and seven meridians opened, this should be a good report card, right?

According to the cultivation system of the Tianxuan Continent, the basic power of the Open Pulse Realm is one thousand catties.

After that, every meridian opened to bless two hundred catties, then Ye Changsheng's seven veins would be blessed with one thousand four hundred catties.

The two are superimposed, and Ye Changsheng's strength has reached two thousand four hundred catties.

If the Tyrannosaurus Slash of "Demon Dragon Three Styles" is cast and the effect of double critical hits is played, then Ye Changsheng's attack power will reach a terrifying 4,800 catties!

Four thousand catties is already the strength of the peak of the Open Pulse Realm.

Standing on the lawn of the small courtyard, Ye Changsheng drew his sword out of its sheath and began to practice the second form of the "Demon Dragon Three Styles", the Flying Dragon Slash.

Xuan-level high-grade martial art "Demon Dragon Three Styles", the first type of Tyrannosaurus Slash is a critical attack technique, and the second type of Flying Dragon Slash is a combo technique.

The mystery of the flying dragon slash lies in the continuous force, a sword is stronger than a sword, like a flying dragon attack, endless, layer by layer.

Cultivating the Flying Dragon Slash has higher requirements for the body, but fortunately, Changsheng has opened the seven veins, and the vitality is enough to support the mystery of the Flying Dragon Slash.

The volley jumped into the air, like a flying dragon spreading its wings, and slashed down with a sword.

Two slashes!

Triple Slash!

Four slashes!

Five slashes!

Five consecutive slashes are already his limit.

The nine consecutive slashes of the flying dragon slash, each slash can superimpose the power of four hundred catties.

By the fifth slash, the strength reached an astonishing two thousand catties.

If you count the two thousand four hundred jin of the Open Pulse Realm, the peak attack power of the five consecutive slashes has reached four thousand four hundred catties!

Although the double crit of the Tyrannosaurus Slash is more powerful, it is a full force blow after all, and it is very overdrawn by itself, and it is difficult to have follow-up means.

The Wyvern Slash is different, it can inflict continuous attacks, allowing Ye Changsheng to have the residual power to whirl.

To put it simply, if Ye Changsheng meets a master of the same level, he can deal with it more calmly.

Before I knew it, seven days passed in a flash.

In the gloomy ancient tomb, Ye Changsheng slowly opened his eyes.

"Buzz!"

Behind him, three veins appeared, extremely agile, like a jade rainbow.

After seven days of practice, Ye Changsheng's momentum was like a rainbow, and he opened the twelve meridians in one breath.

With the addition of the previous seven, there are nineteen meridians in total!

Three main veins and sixteen secondary veins are intertwined in the immortal body, flowing with pure and powerful energy.

The space of the dantian's qi sea has increased to nine feet, and the clouds and mist in the space are steaming, like a fairy fantasy.

Above the tumbling sea of qi, the black lotus flower stood outstanding, becoming more mysterious and enchanting.

Seventy-two petals, nineteen have been lit.

The nineteen petals, crystal clear, emitted a psychedelic light, faintly magical, circulating on the transparent petals.

Changsheng withdrew from his inner gaze and glanced at the hourglass beside him, there were still more than two hours before dawn.

He thought about it for a while, and activated the soul refining chapter of the "Nine Heavens Refining Divine Formula", "The Secret Record of the Demon Heart".

The sea of qi is already nine feet, and the sea of souls also needs nine feet to match.

The first Xuan-level martial art that Changsheng comprehended was the "Soul Piercing" of soul attack.

In the past, he launched "Soul Piercing", which always took a long time to brew, and it was also limited by distance.

The reason for this is that his soul power is not strong enough and not condensed enough.

Just imagine, if "Soul Piercing" can be instantaneous, and break through the limitation of distance, wouldn't the lethality be greater?

The mysteries of the heart of "The Secret Record of the Demon Heart" flowed, and Ye Changsheng's chest stormed again.

The yin aura transformed into a trace of cool breath, constantly surging upward, nourishing his soul.

Two hours passed quickly, and Ye Changsheng's soul sea space increased by one foot, reaching seven feet.

Cultivation always gets more and more difficult the further you go, not to mention that the power of the soul is already difficult to cultivate.

Although he didn't reach the goal of nine feet, Changsheng was already very satisfied.

Floating up, Ye Changsheng moved his body, and did not feel any incongruity, so he walked out with confidence.

As soon as the two zombie guards lifted the big axe, they were directly kicked to the ground by Ye Changsheng, stiffly stiffened, but couldn't get up.

Forget it, I'll let you go today, I'm quite scared to practice alone in the ancient tomb, so it's good to have you with me.

With a faint smile, he ignored the two zombies and strode out.

In the past seven days, he has been practicing in the ancient tomb at night and busy in the Sword Casting Hall during the day, trying new materials and researching new techniques.

As long as he smelts the iron again, he will be able to forge a sword for the envoy, so he must rush back as soon as possible.

Ye Changsheng had just drilled out of the thief hole, and the mutation protruded.

A sharp sword light pierced the night sky and slashed down towards Ye Changsheng's head!

"Boom!"

Ye Changsheng sprinted rapidly, and his body slammed into the dirt slope of the ravine.

A few strands of white hair drifted in the wind, and a trail of blood slowly flowed down his forehead.

Ye Changsheng turned around and looked at the person with cold eyes.

The young man in a Taoist robe, with a hint of ridicule on the corner of his mouth, glanced at Ye Changsheng's legs, and sneered: "Ye Changsheng, you can really pretend, but you still can't escape the master's eyes!"