True Martial Realm, as the name suggests, is the pinnacle that a martial artist can reach.

All the meridians are opened, all the acupoints are opened, and the energy flows throughout the body as you want, reaching the realm of release.

With the spirit crystal of the dantian spirit sea as the core, the three hundred and sixty-one acupuncture points have all condensed the spirit crystal, and the output of force has reached an unprecedented level.

The minimum force of the True Martial Realm has reached 100,000 catties.

And for Ye Changsheng, it almost doubled the attack power!

Ye Changsheng sat cross-legged, sensing the evolution and reorganization of the energy system, and his force value was increasing at an incredible speed.

When the three hundred and sixty-one acupuncture spirit crystals fell silent, he slowly opened his eyes.

The deep eyes flashed and then returned to calm.

He stood up, drew his immortal sword, and came to a clearing, slowly practicing his swordsmanship.

"Izumo Nine Swords", seventy-two variations of nine styles, unfolded one by one, out of the dust, elegant, full of rhyme.

When the last sword drill was over, Ye Chang was angry and calm, and his eyes were closed intoxicated, immersed in the artistic conception of Dao Yun.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked down, a happy smile appeared on his delicate face.

Although there were no lines on the floor, he could sense the sword marks on the ground, enclosing a full circle.

And at this moment, he is impartial, standing right in the center of the circle!

The Taoist pivot has its ring, so as to respond to infinity.

At this point, the Daomen prefecture-level low-grade martial arts, the "Izumo Sword Technique" created by the Fengyun Sword Saint, can be regarded as the real Great Perfection.

And the Izumo sword intent he mastered also achieved the Great Perfection!

After practicing three more times, Ye Changsheng integrated the consummate Izumo sword intent into the new realm.

If before, he triggered the Izumo Sword Intent, it was still deliberate, and now, the Izumo Sword Intent has become his instinct.

Carrying a sword, Ye Changsheng came to the corner behind the high platform, searched for a moment, and sure enough, he found two ghost motherworts.

With the extreme yang of emery, it will naturally give birth to a spiritual creature like ghost motherwort.

It's just a pity that the two ghost motherworts have passed the flowering period and the petals have withered.

If it will bloom again, I am afraid it will be another hundred years.

"On the contrary, you can refine a little spiritual liquid to nourish the Immortal Sword. Ye Changsheng's heart moved, he leaned down, took out the flower hoe from the storage space, and dug it carefully.

Those who travel naturally have a set of tools on their bodies, and the toolbox prepared by Changsheng is specially equipped for him by Zhang Daoxu's predecessors.

In the toolbox, there are not only tools for digging exotic flowers and plants, but also various tools for digging spars, as well as jade bottles for collecting heaven and earth spiritual liquid and bamboo tools for purple bamboo.

The reason why these artifacts are so valuable is that they are different from ordinary tools and will not cause pollution and too much damage to spiritual objects.

Changsheng This is the second time he has excavated the ghost mother grass, so his movements are skillful and flowing, and he has dug out the entire spirit grass in a blink of an eye.

The one-foot-long black grass neck lay in the palm of the white skin, revealing an unexpectedly chill, which made Changsheng's arms coagulated with a layer of frost.

Changsheng couldn't help but feel Ling Ran in his heart, in terms of spirituality alone, the spirituality contained in this ghost mother grass was at least twice as much as that in the ancient tomb of Sanshui Town!

Although it is a thing that is the most yin and cold, it is also a spiritual thing conceived by the essence of heaven and earth, and its spiritual nature is extremely pure and powerful.

Changsheng let out a light breath, and his palm slowly began to redden, and finally the entire palm became extremely red, emitting an astonishing heat.

Ye Changsheng has a non-attribute spiritual power that is unique in ten thousand.

No attribute, which means that it can be transformed into any attribute, and the heir of the divine refining bloodline has a talent ability that lies in this.

At this moment, he was converting the non-attribute spiritual power into fire-attribute spiritual power, in order to neutralize the yin and cold aura of the ghost motherwort.

As the temperature of the palm became higher and higher, the ghost motherwort steamed out a faint black smoke, and countless thin holes on the grass neck opened, seeping out dewdrop-like spiritual liquid.

As the grass neck tilted, the spiritual fluid oozed out one by one, connected together, and turned into a tear-like droplet, gently dripping onto the Immortal Sword.

"Buzz!"

The Immortal Sword trembled slightly, and almost instantly, it devoured this spiritual liquid.

The body of the sword is cold, and the cold light is shining.

The sleeping sword spirit, almost instinctively, devoured the spiritual liquid.

Ye Changsheng quietly sensed the changes in the sword body and sword spirit, and did not find any abnormalities, so he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

After a long cup of tea, all the spiritual liquid of a ghost motherweed was absorbed by the Immortal Sword.

In fact, it is also an immortal and tyrannical creature, and his way of feeding swords at least wastes the spirit of ghost mothergrass.

However, Changsheng doesn't care, now that the conditions are limited, nothing is more important than the healthy growth of the sword spirit.

After resting for a while, he dug out the second ghost mother grass, and repeated the technique, neutralizing the spiritual liquid, and feeding it to the Immortal Sword.

This time, his control over the transformation of spiritual power was more skilled, and the efficiency of the transformation was greatly improved.

The essence of the whole ghost motherwort is only a waste of thirty percent.

After the Immortal Sword had absorbed the last spiritual liquid, he put away the Immortal Sword, bowed slightly towards the crystal coffin, and strode out.

Although there are still many treasures in the crystal coffin, and although the emery outside the crystal coffin is also a good thing, they are not what Changsheng wants.

If there is respect for the deceased, it is hypocrisy.

If it was respect, he shouldn't have come in at all.

Out of the stone gate of the palace, back to the central square.

On the altar, the little dragon eagle fell asleep, probably sensing that the master had come out, so he just raised his head slightly and lay down comfortably.

It loved the darkness and tranquility of the place, and it loved the dragon's breath around the altar, even if it didn't do anything, it just slept for a few days, which would be of great benefit to it.

There is still the last stone door, Ye Changsheng looked at the closed stone door and strode forward.

Although the sword spirit of the Immortal Sword was damaged and fell into a deep sleep, weakening the Immortal's attack power.

However, he is already a master of the True Martial Arts Realm, and the "Izumo Sword Technique" is complete, and his overall strength has improved.

"Boom!"

The stone gate, which had been sealed for thousands of years, opened suddenly, and countless dust swam in the faint light.

Ye Changsheng held the sword in one hand and walked into the deep tunnel unhurriedly.

The elephant power of the little dragon begins, and "Jiluo Domain" begins.

The invisible dragon elephant phantom hovered, and the spell of the six-character mantra flickered, forcing the ghosts and evil spirits that flew to retreat one after another.

The mechanism on the floor triggered, and countless powerful crossbows and venom came overwhelmingly, all of which were blocked out of the body and scattered on the ground.

It was still twelve leopard-shaped puppet beasts, jumping out of the cave in the wall, striking back and forth, and rushing towards Ye Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng released the black carving knife and the magic light flying sword at the same time, and immediately clenched his fists and directly faced the puppet beast that pounced.

The meteor-like iron fist, ignoring the puppet beast's spiritual defense and steel armor, smashed directly into the puppet beast's skull.

"Boom!"

The golem's head quickly collapsed, and the claws that popped out of its forelimbs retracted, and it fell to the ground with a thud.

(End of chapter)