The gray stone powder slipped from between his fingers, and Ye Changsheng opened his eyes and couldn't help but show a wry smile.

Originally, he thought that at the auction in Cloud Dragon City, he had made a windfall, and he didn't have to worry about cultivation resources anymore, but at the speed at which he was refining spirit stones, that bit of reserves was not enough at all.

You must know that he is not in the Supreme Realm now, and before he is promoted to the innate powerhouse, the days are still long.

The spiritual power in his body was only eighty percent restored, and Ye Changsheng took out a high-grade spirit stone again, closed his eyes, and refined it with his heart.

In the spirit stone, pure and powerful energy flowed into the palm of the hand, along the arm to the chest, and then began to spread throughout the body.

Three hundred and sixty-one acupuncture points, the spirit crystal flashed rapidly, greedily absorbing the flowing energy.

When they regained their fullness, the remaining energy flowed towards the spiritual sea space of the dantian.

The eighteen-zhang Linghai space, the clouds are steaming, and the Lingshu suspended in the center is crystal clear, exuding a soft light.

As the energy of the spirit body was restored, Ye Changsheng's physical body gradually climbed to a new peak.

Suddenly, in the sea of spirits, the ethereal aura surged, and began to converge towards the side of the corpse, like a messy ball of yarn, intertwined and tied together.

The entangled auras are sometimes solidified together, sometimes disintegrated and scattered, and so on and so forth, endlessly.

This is...... And to form a corpse?!

Ye Changsheng looked surprised, but there was a hint of realization in his heart.

His one-night discussion with Wuchen seems to have indeed improved his realm.

During the trip to the Shura Sect's treasure, Ye Changsheng was able to improve three small realms by chance, and he didn't even have the slightest psychological preparation for all this to happen.

If the human body is compared to a precise high-speed machine, then the improvement of the three small realms is equivalent to replacing a few gears for this machine.

Although these gears are more advanced and advanced, they also need to be integrated with other components and gears in order to release greater kinetic energy and make the whole machine more powerful.

Changsheng completed the final run-in in a big battle with Wuchen.

It can be said that today's Ye Changsheng can be regarded as a real half-step supreme!

It is probably for this reason that those cultivators need to keep practicing and constantly looking for people to fight, especially after every realm ascension.

But obviously, Ye Changsheng's half-step supreme was not the same as the half-step supreme of other cultivators.

At least Ye Changsheng had never heard of someone forming a second spirit center in the Spirit Sea space.

Changsheng is not a person who is entangled, because he understands that the so-called cultivation is actually going his own way.

Every person is unique, and everyone's practice is unique.

Although there are universally recognized hierarchies and realms, it is impossible to erase the details of the individuals and the differences between them.

He already had eighteen zhang of spiritual sea space, and it was not surprising that there was one more spiritual corpse.

There is also a lotus flower in his spiritual sea space, a seventh-level floating slaughterhouse.

"Huh?" Ye Changsheng observed the Spirit Sea space through his inner vision, and suddenly sighed in surprise.

He found that in the spiritual sea space, among the thousands of entangled spiritual qi, there was actually a trace of black!

Attributeless spiritual power can never be black, so where does this trace of black energy come from?

Dark energy, the energy of the seventh-level floating slaughter, the remnants of the evil spirits, or the remnants of the divine power of that god?

Immortal had no way of knowing, he couldn't sense any breath from that trace of black energy.

Since it is incomprehensible, it is better to let it be.

Ye Changsheng was no longer entangled, but he was a little depressed in his heart, now that there was such a situation, it seemed that he couldn't eat that Huazun Pill.

The effect of the Transformation Pills is mainly to help the masters at the peak of the Transformation Spirit Realm break through the last barrier and advance to the Supreme Realm.

Taking the Huazun Pill and then rushing to the level, it will naturally be half the effort, but it will also lose a lot of details of evolution because of the promotion brought by the pill.

Without these details, without the process of natural evolution and promotion, how could Ye Changsheng figure out what was going on with the second spirit and what was going on with that trace of black energy?

After the energy refining of the high-grade spirit stone was completed, Ye Changsheng got up suddenly, walked back and forth in the room a few times, and nodded with satisfaction.

After most of the day's cultivation, his state returned to its peak, and even more than before.

If something happens next, he has the energy to deal with it.

Estimating that the time was not early, Ye Changsheng walked out of the guest room and went to say goodbye to Master Deadwood and the others.

There must be a lot of things going on over there in the Sword Hall, and he has been out for a long time, so he plans to go back quickly after communicating with the swordsmiths of the Rainforest Principality.

Regarding the placement of the thirty-six dead soldiers of the Shura Sect, he was still a little worried in his heart.

"What did you say?" At the door of the room, a little monk came to Ye Changsheng and whispered a few words.

Chen Xinfang is dead.

In a coffin, Chen Xinfang's face was black, his face was hideous, lying upright, still staring at a pair of abrupt eyes.

Around the coffin, the elders and children of the Chen family, dressed in white and plain, with a white cloth wrapped around their heads, looked sad and indignant.

As the sun sets, the mid-levels have become dark.

A gust of mountain wind swept by, in front of the mountain gate of Fengchun Temple, the prayer flags danced, adding a bit of solemn atmosphere.

Almost at the same time, Master Deadwood came down from the mountain with several monks, and the magnates of the Duchy of the Rainforest arrived with the news.

Everyone first saluted the deceased, and then looked at the deceased condescendingly, and their expressions became solemn.

The Chen family is a first-class magnate in the Principality of the Rainforest, and the children of the Chen family have many officials in the six departments, and the ancestor of the Chen family was once a chief of various tribes in the south, so in the southern zone of the principality, among the various tribes of the ancient relics, the influence of the Chen family cannot be ignored.

And Chen Xinfang himself, known as a talented man in Rainforest City, is quite influential among the children of the powerful, and is also deeply loved by His Majesty the current King.

It is rumored that the king has long had the intention to marry Lu Lingjun to Chen Xinfang, so as to win over the Chen family and the ancient relics in the south.

But at this moment, Chen Xinfang actually died.

An elder of the Chen family wept and said bitterly: "Master, senior monks, the national teacher has already checked and found a poisonous needle in the crook of Xinfang's left knee, and it was this poisonous needle that killed Xinfang!"

Crooked knees, poisonous needles?

Among the magnates who rushed over, a young man with red and swollen eyes suddenly thought of something, and said loudly: "I know, during the third level assessment of the Buddhist Association, Brother Xinfang and Ye Changsheng had a conflict, and Ye Changsheng kicked Brother Xinfang, that is, on the left knee!"

(End of chapter)