The cool energy traveled through Ye Wen's flesh and bones, stimulating his mind like ice.

"This life essence is really powerful!"

Ye Wen sensed the situation in the sea of knowledge, and found that the originally boundless spiritual space became deeper, and what he was referring to here was not the expansion of the space, but the dark aura that overflowed from it suddenly became a little stronger, as if he had successfully swallowed the right food.

"It feels like the entire sea of knowledge has been washed, but on the whole, the spiritual space doesn't seem to have changed much, and the two stone tablets and the black pupil are almost the same as before, so I don't know what kind of changes there are in the mysterious existence hidden inside like a demon god......"

At the same time as his thoughts flowed, the brilliance on his skin became more and more intense and dazzling, Ye Wen's face was slightly condensed, and he felt that the energy flow in his body began to swell, if he didn't refine and absorb it as soon as possible, he was afraid that it would be harmful and useless if he delayed it, so he slowly sat down cross-legged, and an extremely cold and deep breath suddenly emerged from his body.

Ye Wen slowly closed his eyes, entered a state of sleep, and adjusted everything in his spirit to the realm of emptiness, whether it was breathing or body trembling, it seemed that the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth echoed, and it was with an indescribable rhythm.

The flickering lights on the walls crackled, but the empty hall was even more silent, and even the faintest sound seemed to be clearer than ever.

Ye Wen sat on the bluestone floor, a dark aura permeated the air, and the lights around him gradually went out.

It seems that a long century has passed, Ye Wen has only woken up from the sea of spirits, and his deeper and deeper meditation has made Ye Wen more and more confused in perceiving time every time, and he does not know the flow of the sun and the moon.

Only this time, Ye Wen knew very well that the time he spent from entering meditation to waking up was only about half a pillar of incense at most, he slowly opened his eyes, and a touch of blood suddenly flashed on his face, so bright red that it seemed that the blood was about to penetrate into the skin, but then it sank again, as if returning to the vast ocean, without any trace.

Perceiving the situation in his body, Ye Wen slowly stood up, his eyes flashed with light, and the skin that had been cut by the claw wind with a trace of scars quickly became radiant and compact with the brilliance circulating on the surface of his body.

At this time, he had already recovered to the peak of his realm strength, and even surpassed the power in his body before the battle against the seven-headed armored black wolf, and combined with Ye Wen's mind in the process of slowly circulating, in less than a moment, the surging power could be controlled freely, and his heart moved at will, without any hindrance.

“...... I see. ”

Fragments of information jumped into his consciousness from the flow of power, Ye Wen instantly realized the abnormal changes that had occurred in his body here, and after pondering for a while, he muttered to himself: "Then let's give it a try." ”

Ye Wen's face showed a little excitement, like a child who had gotten a new toy, and then he exhaled softly, and as soon as his mind moved, a faint brilliance burst out from his body, and then gradually contracted into a thin film, which began to spread from the wrapped upper arm, and covered the chest, abdomen, and limbs of the whole body.

In an instant, a complete set of black armor was worn on Ye Wen's body very well, and with a few clicks, small needles pierced from the inside of the armor pierced into the skin muscles, connecting from ** to the sea of knowledge.

Ye Wen's heart was shocked, and he only felt that the armor was a part of the body that extended outward, as if there was an extra layer of skin, but compared to the natural skin, this layer of armor was as sensitive and flexible as a finger, and could be easily manipulated at will according to his thoughts.

A deep and powerful aura gathered on the chest and abdomen of the armor, and suddenly swelled again, occupying the entire body in an instant, and then diffused to the limbs and hundreds of bones in an instant, and finally rushed straight to the top of the brain.

The crackling sound burst out from his body, and Ye Wen only felt that a powerful force penetrated from the surface of the armor into the skin, transmitted to the flesh and blood, and then to the depths of the bone marrow, the human body and the armor were integrated in an instant, and the flow of power was as natural as breathing.

The mobilized aura of heaven and earth poured into Ye Wen's body surgingly, moisturizing his wounded body that was on the verge of collapse, as the Dao power circulating in his body became more and more rapid, and the traction of the aura became faster and faster, the pores of the acupuncture points of the human body seemed to be completely opened, and the communication with the aura of heaven and earth was unprecedentedly circulating.

Armor is the bridge that connects the human body with heaven and earth.

Ye Wen took a deep breath, condensed an ice sword in his left hand, and then stabbed straight forward, at this moment, the air in front of the tip of the sword suddenly collapsed, crowding around, forming a vacuum.

Then the aura of heaven and earth was violently vibrating, condensing and pouring towards the ice crystal long sword in Ye Wen's hand, like a wave stirred up by the river, and the sword body suddenly gushed out a cold and piercing cold air.

With a sharp snort, a beam of sword qi burst out from the tip of the sword in the vacuum area, like a siege machine crashing into the city gate, straight through the air, and deeply sinking into the wall at the end of the front.

Suddenly, there was a cracking sound.

Ye Wen looked at the bottomless sword hole on the wall on the left side of the hall gate in a daze.

The hollowed-out sword holes began to crumble around them, and cracks quickly spread outward, and the walls of the hard walls were cracking, reaching the door of the temple shrouded in black mist.

Looking at the temple door that spread out the black mist to reveal the passage, Ye Wen casually threw out the ice sword, and the ice sword that drew an arc in mid-air quickly dissipated, turning into a puff of ice mist and scattering on the ground, and suddenly the armor reflecting the black light flickered for a while, and then suddenly faded, and disappeared in a few breaths, restoring Ye Wen's original outfit.

After contemplating for a moment, Ye Wen exhaled softly, and as soon as his figure flashed, he instantly moved to the front of the temple gate, stepping in, and when his figure completely disappeared into the darkness, the black mist around the temple gate gathered again.

The entrance is still the same style of the hall, the majestic and majestic space, the layout is simple and elegant, there is little redundant decoration, in addition to the left and right ends of each gate there is a door, but there is a place different from the first two passes.

In the center of the hall, there was a figure sitting in front of the sandalwood table, the eyes of the middle-aged face were closed, as if after falling into a permanent sleep, when Ye Wen took a step gently, he slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze shot at Ye Wen's young face like electricity.

The moment Ye Wen saw these two lightning-like gazes, he instantly felt as if there was a cold feeling from the dark underworld, breaking through the air and piercing his skin, but there was no fear in his eyes, but he was full of burning heat eager to try, and his resolute and calm expression exuded a sky-high battle intent.

A huge aura burst out from his body, churning like a tide, rolling up circles of aura ripples on the bluestone floor, this breath was under the traction of power, as if it had essentially turned into a strong wind whistling in the hall, and the ground seemed to crack one after another, showing straight frost marks.

The fighting spirit is boiling.

At this time, the middle-aged man in the main hall was unmoved, and a voice without emotional fluctuations echoed: "Your opponent is not me. ”

The moment this voice fell, there were many changes!