On the ground at the bottom of the sea, Ye Fan regained a little bit of vitality, overflowing with wisps of vitality, making countless demon souls salivate more and more, but they didn't dare to get closer, so they could only shrink into the distance, staring at Ye Fan.

In the body, the soul crystal drove the heart, emitting a strong and powerful beat, making Ye Fan's spirit regain its powerful power.

Inside the soul crystal, the dark clouds floated quietly, and between the surges, there were colorful lights flashing, and there were also blood-colored lights bursting out, which was extremely weird.

The dark clouds slowly swallowed the blood-colored mist around them, only inhaling a trace at a time, and then they had to stop, rest, and refine for half a day, the speed was not fast, but it was very stable, and the breath quickly became stronger.

I don't know how long it has been, a consciousness suddenly swept through the huge space inside the soul crystal, as if it appeared out of thin air, but it was incomparably majestic, the entire space was shaking, and the blood-colored mist was turbulent endlessly, rolling up blood-colored waves.

"I ...... Succeeded?"

Ye Fan's consciousness was shocked and couldn't believe it.

In the process of the Yuan Shen exploding and the fragments turning into light rain, he finally deeply experienced the process of death, and the severe pain penetrated deep into the soul, making people want to go crazy, but they couldn't vent the slightest.

However, this is not the end, after the Yuan Shen is shattered and extinguished, what greets him is the deep, boundless, endless darkness, coldness, and dead silence.

The incomparably clear and profound sense of loneliness, as well as the depressive feeling of eternal silence, makes people almost crazy.

Ye Fan wanted to break free, but he couldn't do it anyway, just like his body, motionless, only suffocating loneliness, coldness, and dead silence.

It didn't take long for Ye Fan to feel that a mysterious and mysterious power crossed the eternal time and space, pierced through the darkness, illuminated the space of despair, and pulled him out of the boundless silence and loneliness.

Then he fell into a drowsy again, feeling pain everywhere in his body, this pain came from the depths of his soul, deep in his soul, and it was unforgettable.

It's okay, it's better than being in the endless darkness just now.

I don't know how long it has been, Ye Fan has come to his senses, and the severe pain has disappeared without a trace, his whole body is extremely comfortable, and his "body" is unprecedentedly light and flexible.

At the same time, he also discovered the overwhelming blood-colored mist in the soul crystal, and there were endless deafening shouts and roars from the "ears", and the terrifying and monstrous evil qi, killing intent, and battle intent surged wildly.

The majestic and vast power was like a storm crashing on the shore, impacting, squeezing his primordial spirit, as if it wanted to tear and squeeze him to pieces.

"Is this the indestructible war intent? Sure enough, the anger is monstrous, and the rage is extreme. ”

Ye Fan's heart sank, and he found that this immortal battle intent was several times stronger than when he first came in.

Fortunately, after crossing the threshold of "Ten Thousand Thunder Thunder Technique", he successfully broke through and stood up, condensing the new primordial god, and the level of the primordial god has also increased several times.

"It seems to be a bit risky, the indestructible battle intent that is several times stronger exceeds the limit of what I can bear, and if I take half a step forward, I am afraid that my primordial spirit will no longer be able to condense, and the real soul will be scattered." ”

Ye Fan smiled bitterly, and his heart palpitated.

Whether it was the pain of torn and shattered the original god, or sinking into the boundless darkness, the feeling of madness made him frightened and extremely jealous.

He is also an ordinary creature, not some monster that has lived for hundreds of millions of years, this terrible experience, even he is afraid, and he never wants to experience it again.

Under the sea.

Ye Fan opened his eyes, and the Purple Phoenix Ancestor Ling, which was as bright as breathing, completely stabilized, exuding a misty divine radiance, shocking hundreds of millions of demon souls.

"How long has it been?"

Ye Fan took a deep breath, and at this moment, he suddenly felt that the air was so wonderful and intoxicating.

"Five days and five nights. ”

Yan replied, and then said, "Your time is running out, and the remaining holy power is even less than expected, because your primordial spirit is shattered and out of control, and the holy power is consumed more. ”

Ye Fan smiled wordlessly, pondered for a moment, and said, "How long can the remaining holy power be supported?" Give me a specific time. ”

"Twenty-eight days, already counting the amount of your automatic recovery of holy power during this period. ”

He was silent, and then said.

Ye Fan had already been mentally prepared, and he couldn't help but lose his mind at this moment.

The total time calculated by the previous death was forty-eight days, and he had to get the Purple Flame Stardust Tablet within a month, and then spend one day to come out, and the extra seventeen days could offset the risk.

But now, after five days of slumber, and fifteen more days have been consumed, the time is already extremely short, and even ...... It's not enough to support him in this way.

"This time can still be completed, right?"

Ye Fan estimated it, and was a little unsure.

"It depends on your qualifications, your luck, your perseverance, and most of the time, there is vitality. ”

Yan said.

"Okay, let's give it a go. ”

Ye Fan was very decisive and immediately decided.

He said no more and fell into a deep sleep.

In the following days, it was impossible for Ye Fan to provide it with holy power, without holy power, it didn't want to wake up when it was fine, and it was more convenient to stabilize its injuries when it was asleep.

Ye Fan took a deep breath, and the "Ten Thousand Thunder Thunder Technique Combat Technique" was urged by him, and the small piece of dark cloud primordial god in the soul crystal suddenly swallowed up the blood-colored mist in the soul crystal space.

The essence of the Immortal War Intent is the divine thoughts and the power of the primordial gods diffused by the Holy Venerable, which has both great harm and great benefit.

If you can't resist and refine it, it's a catastrophe, a catastrophe.

But if it can resist it, and there is a powerful enough combat technique secret method refining, it can replenish the Yuan Shen, a powerful Yuan Shen, and it is an excellent tonic for the Yuan Shen, no worse than some treasures and medicines.

It's a terrifying place of danger, and at the same time, it's also a great treasure!

Ye Fan urged the battle technique, allowing the Yuan Shen to resist the terrifying impact while devouring these immortal battle intents.

This is like the physical body, while fighting, honing the body, salvaging the foundation, and swallowing the elixir.

External refining and internal replenishment is a cultivation method that maximizes efficiency.

Of course, "Ten Thousand Thunder Thunder Trick Combat Technique" is more rough and wild.

In just half a day, Ye Fan felt that he had obviously made a big progress, and the dark cloud primordial god continued to bloom with brilliant colorful brilliance, with thunder rolling and roaring sound endlessly.

Whoosh——!

After Ye Fan had improved the Yuan Shen by a large margin, before the Yuan Shen could get used to this level of immortal battle intent, the person had already moved out horizontally and stepped out of a distance.

Rumble!

In an instant, Ye Fan's body shook violently, like a huge mountain crashing into his body, and the seven orifices burst into blood again, the center of his eyebrows was bleeding, and a trace of terrible cracks appeared.

Ye Fan's body staggered, almost falling down, and the familiar sharp pain surged out, sweeping through his body, making him tremble and tremble like chaff.

The pain was so severe that one could imagine that ordinary beings would either faint or go insane.

But Ye Fan insisted on carrying it, not only that, but his mind still remained clear, and he tried his best to temper the Yuan Shen.

Under such a crazy tempering, Ye Fan's Yuan Shen could barely support it, so he could only continue to temper it.

Inside the soul crystal, the blood-colored waves were rich and violent, and Ye Fan's dark cloud primordial god was like a small boat in the ocean, turbulent, as if it would crumble at any time.

Ye Fan gritted his teeth and urged the Yuan Shen with all his strength, allowing the Yuan Shen to devour the wisps of blood mist.

The blood mist swallowed by the dark clouds each time was not much, but it continued and steady, rapidly strengthening itself.

In this way, most of the day passed, and Ye Fan stepped out again.

This time, Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly stepped out again.

It was only here that Ye Fan stopped, felt the huge pressure, and stopped to continue to grow the Yuan Shen.

Such a violent and crazy tempering is extremely dangerous.

But the effect is also extremely terrifying, Ye Fan's primordial spirit, under the crazy tempering, is growing rapidly, and the dark cloud primordial god in the soul crystal has become more and more gloomy, like ink, and the volume of the dark cloud has also increased by one size.

The thunder became louder and louder, loud and deafening, like a bell ringing loudly, drumming endless blood-colored waves, and the breath was terrifying.

As time passed, the distance Ye Fan stepped into continued to increase, and the impact he suffered became more and more terrifying, but he was also closer to the remains of the Holy Venerable.

On the twenty-fifth day, Ye Fan came to a place ten miles away from the remains of the Holy Venerable.

Here, the immortal battle intent almost condensed into substance, turning into wisps, and the blood-colored mist visible to the naked eye floated in the sea water, from Ye Fan's mouth and nose, from the 108,000 pores around his body.

After entering the soul crystal, these blood-colored mist, wisps, wisps, all turned into thousands of swords, sharp in the sky, cutting through the blood-colored waves, with infinite evil qi, frantically slashing above Ye Fan's dark cloud primordial god.

Dangdangdang......

Inside the soul crystal, a loud noise roared through the heavens and the earth, and the blood-colored waves rolled wildly, stirring in all directions.

Although the dark cloud primordial god looks no different from ordinary dark clouds, it seems that it will disperse with a slight flick.

But in fact, it was so hard that it was smacking, and the swords made of blood-colored mist were slashed at it, and every time it was brilliant, the colorful light shot out in the air, and the fire trees and silver flowers were extremely gorgeous.

Even if the dark cloud primordial god can't bear it and collapses, it will soon condense, and it will still be so strong and immortal.

This time, two full days passed, and Ye Fan adapted to the immortal battle intent here and took the last step.

At this step, as soon as Ye Fan stepped out, he was ten miles away, and he came directly to the remains of the Holy Venerable.

Standing here is like facing an ancient giant mountain, too majestic, too magnificent, like a sacred mountain in front of the primeval times, standing up to the sky and the earth, supporting the chaos and creating yin and yang.

Rumble!

Ye Fan's body shook violently, his whole body was weak, and he almost flew out.

On the soul crystal, there was a shocking crack, bursting out into patches of colorful auspicious light, thunder, thunder, and explosion.

The terrifying blood-colored haze was even thicker, penetrating the azure light curtain, and frantically impacting Ye Fan's body, causing Ye Fan to spurt blood again, and a fatal wound was cut out from the center of his eyebrows by the sharp and peerless blood-colored sword.

Puff puff......

The blood-colored sword kept rushing over, pointing directly at Ye Fan's eyebrows, vowing to penetrate Ye Fan's eyebrows and kill Ye Fan here.

"Roaring ......"

In the realm of despair, Ye Fan opened his arms, clenched his fists, looked up to the sky and roared, urging the "Ten Thousand Thunder Thunder Jue Battle Technique" with all his might, causing the dark cloud primordial god to erupt wildly, and in the midst of the drumming, he actually split out one after another purple and brilliant thunderbolts, crystal brilliant, blazing and dazzling.

These thunderbolts are the divine thoughts emitted by Ye Fan's dark cloud primordial god, strong, sharp, fast, unmatched, extremely strong, penetrating the body, emitting from the center of the eyebrows, crackling and exploding, and constantly colliding with the blood-colored sword.

"Poof!"

Ye Fan's consciousness was dazed, spurting blood wildly, the crack in the center of his eyebrows was even bigger, and the dark cloud primordial spirit was also cracking, blooming with an incomparably brilliant seven-colored divine radiance.

At this moment, the blood-colored mist somehow suddenly became thick and violent several times, and it was still in the middle of the flying express increase, truly forming a tangible big wave, slapping on Ye Fan's body.

"Click!"

Ye Fan's body and soul crystal cracked at the same time, and countless terrifying cracks appeared on his body, blood splattered, and his bones were full of stubble.

"Roaring ......"

Vaguely, Ye Fan seemed to hear the screaming roar of the demon spirit, and he was terrified, as if he had seen a ghost, and as if the end had come.

In the middle of this, Ye Fan also seemed to hear the anxious call: "Ye Fan, wake up! Wake up! Immortal war intent has erupted!"

Even though his consciousness was chaotic and his body was in pain, Ye Fan was still shocked and regained a trace of consciousness.

In horror, Ye Fan looked up and saw an endless blood-colored mist, thick as a sea of blood, rushing down from above the head of the remains of the Holy Venerable, like a mountain torrent pouring out, like a blood waterfall impact.

Blood-colored, sticky and rich almost black!

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