After packing everything up, Ye Feng took a large number of pills in his mouth, quickly refined, and after a while, his originally pale face became a little ruddy.

Feeling that the true yuan had recovered somewhat, Ye Feng stood up, and the huge divine sense was released again, enveloping an area with him as the center and a radius of three thousand meters in an instant.

This time, Ye Feng's divine sense was unreserved, and he released it all, probing the underground, the ceiling, and the area on both sides of the rock wall.

Since this broken sword stays here, then this place must be related to the broken sword, otherwise it would definitely not have flown for more than ten days for no reason and came here.

"Buzz ......"

Inside the spatial ring, the broken sword was still trembling violently, as if it was desperately longing.

Ignoring the broken sword that continued to tremble, Ye Feng's eyes closed slightly, and he began to sense the surroundings, and his divine sense scanned this area.

There is nothing strange about the ceiling, the rock wall at all.

As for the underground scanned a hundred meters deep, there was still nothing.

Exploring here, Ye Feng's divine sense wanted to continue to explore, and it was also very difficult.

After all, it is a great obstacle for the divine consciousness to see through the earth and probe the objects inside.

Gritting his teeth slightly, under the control of Ye Feng's divine sense, the huge divine consciousness gave up exploring the ceiling area and other areas, and all of them condensed together, concentrating on exploring the depths of the earth.

Two hundred meters deep......

Three hundred meters deep......

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When Ye Feng's divine sense penetrated eight hundred meters underground, a huge oppressive force came from his divine sense, making his face pale, eight hundred meters deep underground, it was already eighty percent of the area released by Ye Feng's divine sense.

Ye Feng's current divine consciousness can release three thousand meters on the ground, while there is only one thousand meters underground.

And the underground area at a depth of 800 meters......

"What a powerful coercion!" Ye Feng opened his eyes suddenly, and a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes.

Under Ye Feng's divine sense, it can be clearly seen that under the ground more than 800 meters under Ye Feng's feet, there is a sword tip lying quietly.

The tip of the sword has the size of a palm, and it looks extremely ancient, but although it is ancient, the edge of one side of it is extremely sharp, and the other side of the tip of the sword is a little irregular, as if it is still missing a part, and more importantly, it is the same aura as the broken sword in Ye Feng's space ring.

There is no doubt that the tip of this sword is one of the fragments of the broken sword.

The broken sword is extremely mysterious, it is very likely that it is the acquired spirit treasure that the vice president of the Tianxue Chamber of Commerce said in his mouth, and at this moment, he found one of the fragments of the broken sword, and Ye Feng naturally wanted to dig it out.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Feng flipped his hand and took out the Lingbao shovel he had obtained before, and at the same time, his body shook, and an incomparably bright golden light suddenly flashed on his skin, which was extremely dazzling in this dim passage.

Immediately, Ye Feng raised the Lingbao shovel high and dug down fiercely.

"Rustling ......"

One after another, the spirit treasure shovels that resounded through the heavens and the earth were slammed into the ground in front of Ye Feng.

A large number of stones were shattered, dust was filled, and the smell of the soil filled the air.

Under Ye Feng's hard digging, a hole nearly thirty meters deep appeared in front of him.

"You have to dig up the time. ”

The Lingbao shovel in Ye Feng's hand was raised high again, and the power of the dragon elephant was wildly useful, and then, the Lingbao shovel dug heavily into the ground again.

"Rustling ......"

A dull loud sound rang out, and the sound echoed through the passage for a long time, and I don't know how far it was transmitted.

Three days later, in the center of the passage, a large pit with a depth of more than 700 meters suddenly appeared.

Ye Feng stood in the deep pit, panting.

Using the Lingbao shovel to dig such a huge deep pit, even if it is a strong martial artist, it is very difficult to dig Zhenyuan, especially the deeper you dig, the greater the resistance.

Ye Feng dug for three days, but he only dug a big pit more than 700 meters deep.

"There are still 100 meters, I'm going to refuel!"

The divine sense was released, and the fragment of the tip of the sword was lying at a depth of a hundred meters under Ye Feng's feet at this moment, as long as he was digging a hundred meters, he would be able to get the fragment of the broken sword.

"Rustling ......"

Another round of excavation began.

At the same time, in the deepest part of the purgatory sect ruins, in one of the passages, Ning Baiyan, the woman in purple, and the five guards of the first order of the Jindan Realm who had cultivated to the next level, flew slowly.

This is the deepest part of the ruins of the Purgatory Sect, and the danger in it is dozens of times more dangerous than the periphery and the depths, even the seven of them dare not be careless.

"Rustling ......"

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the depths of the passage with no end in sight, and when they heard this sound, Ning Baiyan and the others tightened their expressions, and stayed in the air, looking at the front with a vigilant expression.

"What's that sound?"

Ning Baiyan frowned, although the ruins of the Purgatory Sect were located not far from the Holy Land of Purgatory, Ning Baiyan had never entered it before, and he was not very familiar with the mechanism killing weapons in the ruins of the Purgatory Sect.

The guards beside Ning Baiyan also frowned, although the six of them had been to the ruins of the Purgatory Sect, they had never heard this voice at all.

The sound of a humanoid golem activating and destroying the rock wall?

It sounds different, and it looks like a strange sound made by a warrior.

The woman in purple shook her head and said, "Miss Nine, why don't we follow the source of the sound and take a look?"

Hearing this, Ning Baiyan shook his head slightly and said, "Don't meddle in your affairs, it's important to get the true treasure of the purgatory sect's ruins first." ”

"Yes, Miss Nine. ”

The rest of the guards replied.

Immediately, the seven of them flew again, quickly rushing towards the mark engraved on the map jade slip in the purple-clothed woman's hand.

At the same time, in one of the two passages behind Ning Baiyan, twenty martial artists wearing Purgatory Sect costumes and holding spiritual treasures in their hands also flew slowly, and suddenly, a sound of vibration that resounded through the heavens and the earth came from the depths of the passage.

Hearing this strange sound, the twenty people slowed down their flight speed and glanced at each other, their expressions full of vigilance.

"There's movement?"

"It sounds artificial. ”

That sound was the huge roar formed by Ye Feng digging the ground with the Spirit Treasure Shovel, the sound of Ye Feng digging the ground was very loud, the passage of the Purgatory Sect ruins extended in all directions, and this place was extremely closed, but there was no sound insulation, so the sound of Ye Feng digging the ground could naturally be transmitted far away.

"There are many treasures in the ruins of the Purgatory Sect that are buried deep underground, since this person can create such a movement, he must have discovered the treasure!"

"This fellow Daoist, what you said is very reasonable, let's go over and take a look. ”

The twenty Purgatory City guards whispered, and their figures flickered, and while they were careful to guard against possible killing opportunities around them, they flew towards the passage where Ye Feng was.

Even if the immortal discovers any treasure, and there are martial artists who are still in the ruins of the Purgatory Sect, they will let them roll out of the ruins of the Purgatory Sect.

"Rustling ......"

A dull sound sounded, and Ye Feng was still holding the Lingbao shovel high and digging the ground quickly.

As his Spirit Treasure Shovel fell for the last time, he saw that not far from his feet, the fragment of the tip of the sword that had been scanned by his divine sense finally appeared.

Upon careful observation, it was discovered that the fragment of the tip of the sword was purple.

"It's a good thing, and I've finally dug it up. ”

Ye Feng's eyes showed a hint of joy, he reached out and picked up the fragment of the tip of the sword on the ground, and then, with a kick of his legs, his figure appeared in the deep pit at a height of eight hundred meters, and after waiting hard, Ye Feng's body had already appeared in the passage above the pit.

Standing in the corner of the hole, Ye Feng's face was full of joy.

After digging a hole for several days, I finally got a piece of the broken sword.

Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the fragments of the sword tip, the tip of the sword in his hand was about the size of a palm, one side of the sword tip was extremely sharp, and the other side had irregular notches.

The breath on the tip of the sword came from the same source as Ye Feng's broken sword, and almost the moment Ye Feng just picked up the tip of the sword, the broken sword in his spatial ring stopped trembling in vain, and automatically fused the broken sword.

Seeing this situation, Ye Feng couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, this broken sword had an extraordinary origin, and it was very likely that it was an acquired spirit treasure, an ordinary spirit treasure would not have the ability to automatically fuse at all.

Thinking of the grade of the broken sword, Ye Feng couldn't help but be a little excited, if one day, he collected all the fragments of the broken sword, I don't know what kind of power it can burst out?

Shaking his head slightly, Ye Feng suppressed the excitement in his heart and was about to leave this place, but at this moment, suddenly, a fierce sword qi suddenly came out from the space ring, and as soon as this sword qi appeared, it immediately wrapped Ye Feng tightly.

"This is sword intent!"

Ye Feng's eyes widened, and he looked at the huge sword intent that wrapped his body in astonishment.

The broken sword contained sword intent, and Ye Feng only knew about it, but he never thought that such a small fragment of the sword tip contained such a huge sword intent.

What's more, this sword intent was also released from the broken sword on its own, enveloping Ye Feng.

You must know that the attack power of the sword intent is extremely terrifying, even if Ye Feng's Dragon Elephant Golden Body Duel has cultivated to a certain realm level, such a huge sword intent, once he attacks him, Ye Feng will definitely die.

Ye Feng was swept down in cold sweat, if the sword intent attacked him, he would be dead.

However, just when Ye Feng's legs trembled, from the broken sword, a stream of gas was suddenly released, which entered his body in an instant, and at this moment Ye Feng's cultivation improved a lot, and this gas rushed into his body, and he immediately felt it, and a bad feeling arose.

Immediately after, suddenly, an extremely powerful small sword rushed into Ye Feng's sea of knowledge.

"This is the Broken Sword Spirit!"

A flash of horror flashed in Ye Feng's eyes, although he only knew before that the fragment of the sword tip in his hand was the missing part of the space ring interrupted sword, he didn't expect that this fragment also contained sword intent.

You must know that the sword spirit is very difficult to conceive, and if you want to give birth to spirituality, it is simply difficult to do without the passage of tens of thousands of years.

And this mysterious broken sword was broken into several parts, and the part that Ye Feng got contained sword intent.

Without waiting for Ye Feng to think about it, he recognized the sword intent in the sea, and suddenly slashed towards Ye Feng's soul.

"Damn, I encountered the situation of the last time again......"

Deep in the pain of the soul!

Ye Feng's face turned extremely pale for a moment, as if someone was using a flying sword, cutting his soul little by little, making him feel painful.

Broken souls are nothing more than that.

A touch of cold sweat secreted from Ye Feng's whole body, and soon his Dao robe was wet.

His eyes were red, his teeth were biting into his lips, and a trail of blood was pouring out of his mouth.

And around his body, a large amount of reproachful sword intent shrouded him.

Sword intent can kill all enemies in the world, and if a warrior wants to comprehend sword intent, in addition to an excellent talent and understanding, he also needs a certain opportunity.

The sword intent is ethereal, the half-step sword intent is the first form of the sword intent, mastering the half-step sword intent is equivalent to comprehending one-third of the sword intent, in the Eastern Regions, there are very few warriors who comprehend the realm of the half-intent, let alone the realm of true intent.

And Ye Feng, it was from the last time the broken sword spirit impacted his soul that he comprehended the half-step sword intent, if he was replaced by another martial artist and was impacted by the broken sword spirit to the soul, let alone take the opportunity to comprehend the sword intent, I am afraid that the soul of the martial artist would be wiped out by the sword intent on the spot.

Ye Feng's divine sense was still extremely strong, but even so, he still felt severe pain.

Under this kind of severe pain, Ye Feng's eyes were red to bear the severe pain, and he stubbornly guarded the sea of knowledge.

"Last time, I could take advantage of the Broken Sword Sword Spirit to impact my soul and sea of consciousness and comprehend the half-step sword intent, so this time, I can also take the opportunity to comprehend a stronger artistic conception. ”

Ye Feng slowly closed his red eyes slightly, sat cross-legged, and began to meditate.

Since the sword spirit in the tip of the sword once again hit Ye Feng's soul, then Ye Feng planned to take the opportunity to comprehend more artistic conceptions.

However, it is extremely difficult to take advantage of the sword spirit to impact his soul comprehension conception, after all, it is so painful, if he changes to other martial artists, his willpower is not firm, I am afraid that he will be unconscious on the spot, and even his soul will not be able to withstand the impact of the sword spirit and be wiped out by the sword intent.

And Ye Feng is different, Ye Feng's soul power is strong, his willpower is firm, and Ye Feng can endure severe pain.

The sword spirit was still cutting Ye Feng's soul, as if he would not give up until Ye Feng's soul was completely wiped out, but every time the sword spirit cut his soul and cut out wounds, Ye Feng knew a large amount of gas in the sea, and it would quickly nourish his soul power, and every time the sword spirit cut Ye Feng's soul, Ye Feng could comprehend a trace of artistic conception from it.

Since returning to Sword Casting City to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ye Feng's half-step sword intent has reached the third level, and the power is huge, and at this moment, under the impact of the sword spirit, his half-step sword intent is also slowly increasing.

......

At the same time.

The deepest part of the ruins of the Purgatory Sect.

Twenty Purgatory Sect guards flew cautiously and vigilantly, while distinguishing the echoing passage.

The sound created by Ye Feng's digging of the pit was extremely loud, and it was transmitted extremely far away in the passage, and after so much time, it was still surrounding.

"Rustling ......"

There was still an aftersound in the passage, much weaker than before.