In the middle of the moon, the ancient city was silent, and there was no longer the previous solemn atmosphere, and even the smell of blood dispersed so much with the night wind.

Against the backdrop of night, the entire ancient city seemed to become quiet, with no killings and no crises.

At this time, Ye Chen sat cross-legged and quickly recovered the consumed aura.

Although he didn't feel any danger now, Ye Chen had a faint premonition in his heart that the peace at this time was only temporary, and once the sun rose again, those endless monks would make a comeback again, and then launch a fierce attack on him.

Therefore, even though he is tired now, he does not dare to relax at all.

You have to recover as quickly as you can in order to survive the next test.

Ye Chen's divine consciousness wandered all over his body, and part of his consciousness fell on the position of the dantian.

The dantian is the most important part of a monk, where the true yuan transformed from the aura of heaven and earth is stored.

Ye Chen is a cultivator in the early stage of the foundation building realm, originally the true yuan in this dantian was very rich, but at this time, it became very thin, and the spiritual base located in the center of the dantian showed a few cracks, as if it could be broken at any time.

Lingji, is the monk into the foundation of the realm of the sign, the first to enter the foundation of the monk, the spirit of the foundation is only the size of a fingernail, with the continuous improvement of cultivation, the spirit of the base will continue to grow, when the late stage of the foundation of the realm, the spirit of the base will gradually condense the golden pill, when the golden pill is fully formed, it will indicate that into the realm of the golden pill.

And before the Jindan was condensed, the spirit base was very fragile, and this was the famous place of a monk, once the spirit base was shattered, the realm would fall and return to the qi refining period, and the true yuan would riot, and the bloodline would be destroyed and die.

Although Ye Chen's spiritual base now has several cracks, but fortunately, it has not yet reached the point of shattering, with the continuous flow of spiritual energy between heaven and earth into the body, the cracks on the spiritual base are gradually repaired, and the spiritual base is still gradually growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the true yuan in the dantian is also gradually rising.

As Zhenyuan gradually recovered, Ye Chen soon discovered something strange in his blood, and there was a trace of white stone qi floating in his blood.

The stone qi invaded his body from the stone knife during the great war, although it is said that under the golden light of the Buddha's bones, most of the stone qi has been purified and expelled, but there are also some of them integrated into the blood, escaping the purification of the Buddha's bones.

The smell of blood emitted by those monks in the ancient city after being killed did affect his consciousness to a certain extent, but it was not completely able to make him enter a state of loss of control, and now it seems that this wisp of stone qi is likely to be the culprit of all this.

Of course, this only trace of stone qi left was far from being able to affect Ye Chen's consciousness, so if it wasn't for the true yuan circulating to all corners of his body to recover from his injuries, he would not have been able to discover this trace of stone qi fused in his blood at all.

Feeling the strange aura coming from the stone qi, Ye Chen's brows suddenly furrowed, and he said secretly: "What is this, this breath seems to be a little similar to the breath on the stone knife, could it be that it was this wisp of stone qi that made me fall into a state of madness during the day?" ”

Although he didn't know what this stone qi was, Ye Chen saw that he couldn't affect himself for the time being, so he didn't delve too much into it, and concentrated on recovering his cultivation.

The night was leisurely, like a light silk fluttering, falling from the canopy, enveloping the world.

Ye Chen sat cross-legged on the stone platform at the top of the city wall, and the huge stone knife that was two or three people tall was stuck beside him.

The stone knife is unpretentious, but if you look closely, you can easily see that there is a faint blood-colored line flowing on the blade.

Every time the blood-colored lines flowed, the stone knife would tremble slightly, as if a person was breathing, but the amplitude of this tremor was very weak, and the stone knife was huge, and this faint tremor was even more difficult to detect.

In the battle just now, although Ye Chen killed countless monks, he was also extremely injured, there were nearly sixty wounds that were only visible to the bones, and two of them almost cut off his arteries, but under the care of Zhenyuan, these wounds gradually began to heal, and soon began to scab, and the injuries caused by the big battle were gradually recovering.

Before dawn was about to come, Ye Chen's injuries had almost recovered, and the true yuan in his body was completely saturated, and he could also clearly feel that his cultivation had improved a lot.

Ye Chen slowly stood up and shook out the blood scab that had fallen off his body.

Although both the injury and Zhenyuan had recovered, and even improved a lot, Ye Chen was still sad.

Because he will have another fierce battle today, and the danger will definitely not be lower than yesterday.

If he wants to survive this fierce battle, he must make some preparations.

Taking advantage of the fact that the color was not yet bright today, Ye Chen arranged the Yin and Yang Polar Sword Formation around him, although this formation said that he could cast it as he wanted, but the formation arranged in advance was far stronger than the temporary one, and the true yuan required was not so large.

After laying down the sword array, Ye Chen sat cross-legged again and began to recover the true yuan consumed by the formation just now.

He has to keep himself at his peak.

It didn't take long for the sun to gradually rise, the first rays of sunlight in the morning sprinkled in the ancient city, as the night dissipated, the originally quiet ancient city instantly became lively, millions of monks reappeared, everywhere with the naked eye, there were human figures, each of them looked murderous, some walked on the roof, some ran wildly in the streets, everyone had only one goal, towards Ye Chen to kill.

"Boom!"

A monk who had stepped into the late stage of the foundation building realm with half a foot rushed in front of Ye Chen, and without any hesitation, he directly raised his hand and slapped it, and in an instant, a blue light appeared, carrying the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas.

Facing the monks who were attacking and killing, the Yin and Yang polar sword formations were instantly activated.

Countless sword qi scattered in all directions, instantly crushing the monk who had stepped into the late stage of the foundation building realm with half a foot, and his body turned into powder.

As the first monk arrived, countless monks came one after another, killing all over the world.

The power of the Yin and Yang Pole Sword Formation was very great, with Ye Chen's current cultivation, even the monks of the Jindan Realm could block it, but under the reckless siege of countless cultivators, the Yin and Yang Pole Sword Formation was only broken after it was supported for an hour because of the exhaustion of spiritual energy.

Of course, there were nearly one hundred and sixty more corpses around the Yin and Yang Pole Sword Formation in an instant, and none of them were completed.

"Poof!"

Holding a huge stone knife, with a light swing, he instantly killed a monk who rushed to the front.

With the experience of yesterday's battle, Ye Chen learned to conserve his physical strength to the maximum, so his movements were no longer as fierce as yesterday, and he almost didn't even use the true element in his body, just using his strength to kill the enemy.

Under such circumstances, after Ye Chen persisted for nearly an hour, his physical strength began to be significantly exhausted, and the speed of swinging the knife became a lot slower.

Seeing this, Ye Chen put the stone knife in his hand aside, operated the true yuan in his body, used the true yuan to fight the enemy, and began to recover his physical strength little by little.

In this way, under the continuous transformation of pure strength and true yuan, Ye Chen spent another day safely.

Because of the lessons from the past, the injuries on Ye Chen's body were obviously a lot less on this day, and there were nearly a thousand corpses around, each of which was a monk of the Foundation Building Realm, and the weakest was in the early stage of the Foundation Building Realm.

With his own strength, he killed a thousand monks of the same realm in one day, such a combat skill can be called terrifying.

However, after two days of fighting, Ye Chen also knew that all the monks in this ancient city were born to fight and kill, and although their combat strength was not weaker than that of normal monks, it was obvious that their wisdom was much weaker.

It can be said that if he were in the present world, fighting against a thousand monks of the same realm at the same time, Ye Chen would probably not know how many times he had died, and it would be impossible to kill all these thousand monks, even the powerhouses of the Jindan Realm who had cultivated for a hundred years did not have that ability.

As night fell, countless monks disappeared again.

"Bang dang!"

The stone knife fell from Ye Chen's hand and smashed into the streets of the ancient city.

Although today's injury is obviously lighter than yesterday's, Ye Chen is still exhausted at this time, after all, up to now, he has not closed his eyes for two days and two nights, and he has experienced two big battles, no matter how strong a monk is, he will definitely be tired, not to mention that Ye Chen is just a monk who has just entered the foundation building realm.

Now he can be said to be tired and haggard, and he doesn't dare to ignore it, close his eyes and rest, even if it's only for a minute.

But he also knew that he would never be able to close his eyes at this time, once he closed his eyes, he would definitely fall asleep in an instant, and he might not be able to wake up at dawn, and then he would definitely die, and even if he could wake up at dawn, when millions of monks would reappear, he would only be able to admit defeat and leave the thirty-third floor.

finally persevered until now, if he just admitted defeat and left the thirty-third floor, how could he be willing, so he was still persisting with a tenacious will.

This is a test of willpower, in the fatigue of killing, it is not something that ordinary people can persevere, if you want to persevere, you must have a strong willpower.

A willpower that is not afraid of life and death and perseveres to the end.