"Little doll, are you sure about curing the Purple Cloud Bamboo?" Master Zhou asked eagerly.

"I'm 70% sure I can heal it, but it will take some time. Although Ye Hao was already sure enough to heal Ziyunzhu in his heart, he didn't say it too much. If there is no cure by then, it will be a shot in the foot.

"Seventy percent sure, it's already quite high, I don't know how long it will take Brother Ye to heal Ziyun Bamboo?" Qin Biluo looked at Ye Hao with burning eyes.

"It's about five days. Ye Hao gave a specific time.

"Five days is enough, and it will take a long time for the people of the Divine Sword Sect to find out who did it from discovering that their Great Elder was dead. Coupled with the time it takes to find this place, it can be as little as ten and a half days and a month, and more than a month, which is enough for us to make full preparations to deal with it. Master Zhou analyzed it in a meticulous manner.

"Then we won't bother you, you heal Ziyunzhu here, and we will go and prepare for it, this time, there will be no return for the people of the Divine Sword Gate. Master Zhou couldn't help but laugh out loud when he said this.

Although Master Zhou said it easily, Ye Hao knew that the situation was definitely not optimistic. After all, the Divine Sword Sect is a nine-star force, and there are several acquired ninefold masters in the sect. That Gu Yuexuan is not necessarily the strongest person in the sect, if it comes out stronger, it will be difficult to deal with.

Ye Hao sat down cross-legged, the purple cloud bamboo fluttered and swayed, and a withered yellow bamboo leaf fell in front of Ye Hao.

"Time is running out. Ye Hao said softly, he could roughly infer how long the Ziyun Bamboo would survive from this withered yellow bamboo leaf, this bamboo leaf was glowing with withered yellow, and the smell of decay was not as simple as normal bamboo leaves withering yellow.

Ye Hao took out a soul crystal from the storage ring and held it in his hand, his mind attached to the internal force, separated from his body, poured onto the soul crystal, and refined this soul crystal.

In fact, only by refining a soul crystal first and increasing Ye Hao's divine soul strength could he be sure to heal Ziyun Bamboo. Otherwise, with the strength of his divine soul at this time, the divided thoughts would not be able to compete with the decaying and withered aura in the purple cloud bamboo.

A day later, Ye Hao exhaled lightly, and a ray of black light flashed in his eyes, "The effect of the soul crystal is even more than I expected, and the increase in the strength of the divine soul is so great." ”

Ye Hao was a little surprised in his heart, originally, after he stepped into the seventh level of the day after tomorrow and comprehended the mystery of his thoughts, the strength of his divine soul had increased, which was probably several times higher than when he was in the sixth level of the day after tomorrow.

After the divine soul is improved, it will naturally increase its own induction, which is only one of the manifestations. And now, as Ye Hao refined the first soul crystal, his perception had improved by leaps and bounds.

He closed his eyes and could even sense a few yellow leaves on the Ziyun Bamboo without using the map, an ability he didn't have before.

However, these are only inductions, and they can't really be seen, and they are far from his map mirroring function.

Ye Hao couldn't help but guess in his heart that the strength of the divine soul of a strong person in the innate realm would exceed that of an acquired martial artist by dozens of times, or even a hundred times, so does this kind of divine soul strength have the function of perceiving the picture?

This question, unless someone from the Innate Realm powerhouse told him personally, however, Ye Hao had never seen a Congenital Realm martial artist so far. In fact, this is really normal, after all, the innate realm is extraordinary, and the acquired martial artist no longer belongs to the same level of people, so there is naturally very little intersection between the two.

Ye Hao didn't think much about it anymore, he got up and stood, and his palm landed on the Ziyun Bamboo. A wisp of thought attached to the internal force, ran through the body, separated from the body, and landed on the purple cloud bamboo.

If before, Ye Hao's thought was like a strand of hair, then now it is a combination of ten strands of hair, and under the sweep of the withering artistic conception, he barely persevered, and did not collapse in a short time.

Ye Hao seized the opportunity to comprehend this artistic conception of withering glory, which can be said to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It's like a martial arts master instilling in his mind the essence of a certain martial art, but it's not exactly the same.

Before that, the artistic conception of withering glory did not belong to a certain person, and after Ye Hao comprehended it, it was equivalent to his own comprehension, not like instilling the essence of martial arts, which belonged to others.

There is still a certain difference between the two, this time, Ye Hao comprehended the vast artistic conception of withering glory by one thousandth. Then, the signs of collapse appeared in his thoughts, and as soon as Ye Hao's mind moved, this thought retreated.

"When I comprehend all this withering and glorious artistic conception, then I can expel it. Ye Hao quietly comprehended the artistic conception of withering glory, he comprehended it carefully, and gained a lot.

Moreover, Ye Hao had already seen the hope of the withered leaf palm Xiaocheng, his withered leaf palm was originally just an entry realm, and at this moment, if he completely comprehended the withered glory artistic conception contained in the purple cloud bamboo, maybe he would have the opportunity to step into the Xiaocheng realm.

Two days later, Ye Hao had already comprehended one percent of the withering artistic conception in the purple cloud bamboo, and as he comprehended the withering artistic conception of withering glory, the easier it would be to comprehend it later.

Ye Hao's aura changed at this time, and his body invisibly exuded a withered and rotten aura, even he himself had never noticed this.

Another day passed, and Ye Hao had already comprehended the artistic conception of withering glory in the purple cloud bamboo to the point of one-tenth, which was very close to his thorough comprehension of the artistic conception of withering glory.

Faintly, Ye Hao noticed that his withered leaf palm was already very close to the realm of Xiaocheng, and if he went further, he could step into the realm of Xiaocheng.

After the ground-level martial arts entered Xiaocheng, its power was quite amazing, taking his own Ling Xubu as an example, it was just a body martial arts. But after stepping into the realm of Xiaocheng, you can blend into the wind, and with the help of the wind, you can change your body, and its speed is not the same as the entry realm.

If it is combined with the previous powerful ground-level martial art, then Ye Hao's strength will increase again. The ground-level body method martial arts Xiaocheng, plus the ground-level attack martial arts Xiaocheng, the two are superimposed, and the improvement of strength is not a star and a half.

On the fourth day, Ye Hao's mind was once again attached to the internal force and entered the purple cloud bamboo. At this time, his triumphant thoughts implied the artistic conception of withering glory, and faintly confronted the withered artistic conception in the purple cloud bamboo.

The withered yellow light swept over, Ye Hao's thought was not afraid at all, under its wash, Ye Hao's mind could most intuitively comprehend the artistic conception of withered glory.

The artistic conception of decay and withering glory flowed through his heart, and the artistic conception of withering glory that he comprehended was rising steadily.

Twenty percent!

Thirty percent!

Fifty percent!

I don't know how long it took, a sense of withering glory and withering glory exploded in his thoughts, he was like incarnating a towering ancient tree, and this was a towering ancient tree whose vitality was about to come to an end.

As this towering ancient tree was established in this world, the withered yellow light seemed to feel a fatal crisis, and the endless withered aura erupted, wanting to expel Ye Hao.

However, Ye Hao had already comprehended all the artistic conception of withered glory, and it was useless to let that withered aura wash away. It's as if the river of time washes over him, and he is immortal and immortal.

"Extinguish!" Ye Hao snorted lightly, and the endless withered glory of the towering ancient tree he incarnated swept out, extinguishing the withered yellow light.

At the same time, the purple light in the purple cloud bamboo gradually diffused, occupying the entire world. Ye Hao withdrew from Ziyun Bamboo, his mind was a little tired, and he had been contemplating the withering and glorious artistic conception for four consecutive days, so that his mind had been in a state of high concentration, and his mind was greatly consumed.

However, in comparison, his harvest was even greater, Ye Hao raised his hand slightly, and his entire palm turned into a withered yellow. The breath of decay and decay permeated out, Ye Hao raised his hand and pressed it to his feet, and a palm print of a dead leaf came out and landed on the flowers and plants on the ground.