It was dark in front of him, and then a bright light pierced the darkness, Ye Wen slowly opened his eyes, I don't know if it was an illusion, the stars in the sky seemed to be a little brighter than before, like a gem that had collapsed into countless pieces sprinkled on the sky, and there were still shocking stars under his feet.

The whole person didn't seem to be stepping on the ground, but like he was suspended above the starry sky, completely surrounded by the stars no matter up or down, left and right, of course, Ye Wen knew that this was just an illusion.

The cold feeling coming from his feet when he took off his shoes reminded him that the position he was standing in at this moment was indeed not empty in the air, and he walked a few steps steadily, without the slightest feeling of weightlessness.

Although he had been in and out of the spiritual space many times, every time Ye Wen stepped into it, he couldn't help but admire the mystery here, just because the more he improved his strength, the more he realized the unfathomable nature of this place.

"It's a lot of time, but it's not a waste of ......"

Ye Wen's gaze fell on the two stone tablets standing proudly under the starry sky, his pupils immediately shrank slightly, and his slightly scattered mind suddenly condensed, and he glanced at the stone tablet where only golden words flashed on it, and then all his attention was on the other stone tablet.

A touch of rich blood flowed on the lines of the figure on the stone tablet, Ye Wen sensed the route that followed a certain pattern on it, and faintly heard the countless sound of smoothies flowing in his ears, and there seemed to be the sound of a tiger roaring and a dragon groaning.

This time he came in without carrying a "gift" that could be used as a sacrifice, and the terrifying demon god figure was still sleeping quietly in the stone tablet, without moving.

"Let's warm up first......"

Ye Wen condensed an ice sword carved with dragon and tiger patterns, and the steps under his feet shifted forward and backward, his figure kept flashing under the starry sky, and as soon as the words fell, there was a sword light that made the stars dim and shined, and the sword was sometimes as thick as a bucket, and sometimes swam like a filament.

There was a burst of swords-wielding sounds.

After wielding a total of seventeen thousand three hundred and sixty-one swords, Ye Wenfang stopped panting, and the ice sword he raised slowly tilted down, at this moment, the strength and Dao power of his whole body were almost exhausted, and he was sweating profusely, and the purification talisman had lost its effect early in the morning under this fierce movement.

Then came the inscription. ”

After resting for a while, Ye Wen walked to the stone tablet full of words, from the promotion to the fivefold realm, as if he had turned on a certain switch, this mysterious stone tablet that was originally just a reflection of the effect of the talisman gradually emerged some incomparably mysterious, but difficult and difficult to understand strange words.

But it's not just any kind of writing that Ye Wen knows, but it's a pity that he suddenly broke through the boundary on the way to the march, and was promoted from the quenching body four to the quenching body five, and it was difficult to find books around him that could be referenced, otherwise he would like to spend some time deciphering the meaning of the words, if it was in the library of the academy, with the vast sea of books, maybe he could also find out the origin of these mysterious words.

But perhaps it is the privilege of being the owner of the spiritual space, although he does not understand the meaning of words at all cognitively, but if he looks at it for a long time, he can realize a little mystery inside, from the use of talismans to the drive of Dao power, although it is difficult to express in words, but it is really imprinted in consciousness, as if it is natural.

Ye Wen's gaze fell on the words on the first line above, his eyes suddenly hurt, and then his vision blurred for a while, and when the things in front of him became clear again, there was a dragon and a tiger fighting in front of him, not letting each other go.

No more stunned than the first time, Ye Wen immediately concentrated his mind, not wanting to miss any details, the white tiger suddenly bit the white dragon's writhing body, and the sharp teeth that flashed cold were deeply embedded in the dragon's flesh and blood.

A deafening roar suddenly exploded in mid-air, and the white dragon's face showed a look of pain, and then its entire body wrapped around the white tiger, and then it also opened its hideous mouth and bit its neck violently.

The dragon's teeth like icicles were nailed to it fiercely, and suddenly a burst of white smoke erupted from the wound location, instantly filling the entire space, filling Ye Wen's entire field of vision.

Surrounded by stars, in the incomparably empty space, a slightly thin figure stood quietly in front of the stone tablet, his face changing, sometimes painful, sometimes joyful, sometimes thoughtful.

I don't know how long it took, Ye Wen's head was dizzy, his eyes were painful, and he had to close them tightly, and after a while, he finally opened them reluctantly, and at this moment there were already some blood stains oozing out of the corners of his eyes.

"The first line is already the limit...... But it's also very rewarding......"

As if to make himself more sober, Ye Wen shook his head a few times and began to be groggy, and at the same time took his eyes away from the words on the stone tablet, although due to the timely recovery of his mind, there was no damage to his consciousness, but the tingling feeling still lingered, which was one of the costs of viewing the monument, but compared to the gains on the way of those runes, it was nothing.

He knew in his heart that if he was too impatient and rash, it would slow down the progress of his cultivation, so when he cultivated the talismans on the inscription, he would carefully control the proportions and not let himself become too addicted, and the appropriate pain was actually a warning.

If there is no such warning, if you let your consciousness collapse without knowing it, and if you don't leave in time, you may end up not even knowing that your consciousness is annihilated.

"Finally, it's your turn......"

With a long breath, Ye Wen's eyes suddenly became hot after adjusting the rhythm of his breathing, if it fell in the eyes of those battle-hardened soldiers, he would instantly understand the meaning inside, it was a boring thing, but it was not a rare thing, it was the fighting spirit that burned when he was ready to fight with the strong.

With this mutter, another stone tablet engraved with a human figure trembled slightly, and as with countless preludes in the past, in less than a few seconds, the figure slowly walked out of the stone tablet, as if it were a living person.

Facing this oppressive mysterious figure, Ye Wen couldn't help licking his mouth, he was never afraid of fighting with people, but every time he saw the puppet in front of him who was summoned by himself, he would always feel a little inexplicably flustered, although he would be pressed down by his resolute will in an instant, but he did feel this way again and again.

It is said that there is a type of person who is very afraid of looking in the mirror, because he doesn't want to face his true side, Ye Wen thinks that he is not this kind of person, but in the face of all the tricks and strength, the body is exactly the same as himself, as if he is a puppet figure of his own doppelganger, and sometimes he can't help but have the urge to escape.

Because no matter how he fights, he still can't defeat the other party, unless there is an occasional breakthrough that erupts, or maybe he has an epiphany on the way to the fight, otherwise the result of his own fight with the opponent will be at most the same end.

Sometimes, I also tried to have a flaw that I shouldn't have because of the exhaustion of my mind, and I was beaten up by a puppet figure and defeated.

Thinking of those fiascos, Ye Wen couldn't help but grit his teeth, although he was not conceited and invincible, but he also had the courage not to admit defeat, and it was just a matter of losing to a master with superior skills, but the level of the puppet figure was not even a single point beyond him.

This kind of helpless feeling of fighting with himself, Ye Wen tried a few times and spontaneously appeared, if the opponent was far stronger than himself, maybe he would not be so depressed, because in this way it was easy to give birth to infinite fighting spirit, but in the face of a replica of the same level, it was like being involved in an endless battle.

At first, he even thought it was boring.