Chapter Forty-Six: The Golden Sea of Bitterness

In this day, Ye Fan drank thirteen bottles of Baicao liquid, if you add the seven bottles he drank in the previous two days, it has reached twenty bottles by now, except for the boiling essence in his blood, he still does not feel any discomfort.

Seeing him drink like this, Bo Du felt scared, and said, "Let's stop first, I'm scared now, my eyelids are shaking, I'm afraid that you will explode with a bang and never see you again......"

"You crow's mouth, what nonsense ......" Speaking of this, Ye Fan carefully sensed the situation of the bitter sea and said, "I seem to have a strange feeling. ”

"What, is it effective?" Pang Bo suddenly showed joy and said, "I'll go to Wu Qingfeng and his old man to help guide you." ”

Ye Fan stopped him and said, "Don't go, I'd better feel it myself." ”

Old man Wu Qingfeng once said that Ye Fan's physique can only rely on himself, and outsiders can't help guide him at all. He once said that if the wheel of life of ordinary people is a piece of soil, then Ye Fan's theory of life is a piece of divine iron. After the seeds are planted in the soil, they are carefully cared for and cultivated, and the seeds will surely take root and sprout, and they will show vigorous vitality. And Shentie, no matter how much you invest, even if you plant immortal roots, it will be difficult to grow. In this case, only when there is a transformation within the Shentie can there be a glimmer of hope for the birth of vitality, otherwise no matter how superior the conditions provided by the outside world, it will be difficult to change anything.

Ye Fan had a strange feeling, and his heart was very excited, his physique was called the Holy Body in ancient times, but now it is treated as a waste body, and his heart is very unwilling, and now he has a special feeling, which is naturally very exciting.

At this moment, Pang Bo's eyes were almost straight, and when he saw Ye Fan pouring down bottle after bottle as if he was drinking water, his heart was in his throat.

I said...... Let's take it easy, looking at you like this, I'm really scared, let's drink the rest tomorrow, okay?" I'm really scared......" When Pang Bo said this, a bunch of empty jade bottles had already been thrown on the ground, and Ye Fan had already drunk forty bottles of Baicao liquid.

"Don't worry, I'm feeling fine now, the boiling essence in my veins has completely calmed down, and the position of the wheel of life has fluctuated violently. ”

After Ye Fan said this, he continued to take Baicao Liquid until the front was empty in the end, except for the seven bottles that Pang Bo drank, the remaining fifty-nine bottles were all taken by Ye Fan!

"How does it feel?" asked Pombo nervously.

"I finally sensed the existence of the wheel of life, and the source of divine power there was boiling...... Speaking of this, Ye Fan stopped talking and began to silently run the mystical method recorded in the "Tao Sutra", impacting the sea of suffering.

Next to him, Pang Bo was a little dumbfounded, and said to himself: "The source of divine power in the wheel of life is boiling...... How come I've never felt this way?"

The thatched hut gradually quieted down, Ye Fan sat there quietly like a stone statue, and Pang Bo stood anxiously and uneasily.

I don't know how long it took, the thatched hut suddenly shone brightly, and bursts of tsunami-like sounds erupted, and Ye Fan's bitter sea rushed out of endless divine light, golden and bright, and accompanied by lightning and thunder.

Pang Bo was dumbfounded, speechless in shock, and stared blankly at all this in front of him.

I saw Ye Fan's bitter sea, where the divine light was ten thousand ways, brilliant as a rainbow, there were golden waves surging, and accompanied by bursts of lightning and thunder, there was a violent tsunami happening, and the waves were rushing to the sky!

The strange sight that happened in the sea of bitterness was unheard of, and Pang Bo was shocked beyond comprehension, he felt that all this in front of him was so incredible, and said to himself, "What the hell is going on......

There was a deafening tsunami in the hut, as if thousands of horses were galloping, and Pombo slapped himself hard, convinced that he was not dreaming.

"The tsunami was like thunder, and the waves were heavy...... "He felt his mouth dry, all this was like a dream, and the rumbling waves were like thousands of horses galloping. At this moment, it seems that he is not standing in a hut, but has come to the shore, facing a vast undulating ocean.

Ye Fan was silent, sitting there cross-legged, the gods in the bitter sea bloomed, brilliant and dazzling, at this moment, the sound of the waves was endless, the golden light was shining, the thunder and lightning were dancing, and the waves were monstrous.

"The golden ocean...... Could it really be his sea of suffering, why does it shine out so that even outsiders can see it?" Pang Bo was shocked and looked at Ye Fan in a daze, his sea of bitterness was shining, the gods were shining, and the waves were surging and surging.

He had already determined that the sound of the tsunami did come from Ye Fan's bitter sea, which was really jaw-dropping, it was originally a bitter sea hidden in his body, but it was really like the ocean in reality.

Pombo stood there almost petrified, rumbling in front of him, the golden waves as if they would rush out at any moment, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

"Why is it golden?" After being shaken by the sound of the tsunami, it took a long time for Pombo to calm down.

If that golden ocean was Ye Fan's sea of bitterness, it would be too unusual, and Pang Bo felt incredible. He could now look inside his own sea of suffering, which was pitch black and looked lifeless. The old man Wu Qingfeng once said that without the bitter sea that communicates with the wheel of life, the essence of life can only linger above the bitter sea, and the bitter sea itself is silent, without any life fluctuations, or dark green, or pitch black.

However, Ye Fan's sea of bitterness was so different, it was not at all the same as what the old man Wu Qingfeng described.

"Boom ......"

The surging golden sea of bitterness erupted from time to time bursts of thunder and lightning, intertwined with the monstrous tsunami, making the heaven and earth blazing, the sea and the sky were connected, and there was brilliant golden light everywhere, which was extremely dazzling.

Pombo watched nervously, for fear of an accident. In this process, Ye Fan himself seemed to have no feeling at all, always silent, silently running the mystical method recorded in the "Tao Sutra".

After a few hours, the golden light slowly converged, and the sound of the tsunami gradually became smaller, and after another half an hour, the thatched hut finally quieted down, Ye Fan's bitter sea returned to calm, the brilliance was restrained, and the sound of the waves disappeared.

After a while, Ye Fan woke up, his eyes were bright, and the moment he stood up, the whole person suddenly became a lot smarter, and there was an extra breath of immortal dao.

"What the hell happened just now, and how do you feel now?" asked Pombo impatiently.

"Just now I sensed the wheel of life, and I saw the boiling source of divine power, and then I hit the sea of suffering, and I saw a golden ocean, I don't know if it's an illusion. ”

Hearing Ye Fan's description, Pang Bo suddenly opened his mouth in shock, and then nodded again and again, saying, "It's not an illusion, because ...... I saw it too. ”

"You also saw it?" Ye Fan was shocked.

"That's right, you don't know how huge the momentum is just now, the tsunami is in the sky, the divine light is all over, a bright light, the whole hut is shaking, fortunately the place where we live is very remote, otherwise it will definitely cause an uproar. ”

After listening carefully to Pang Bo's story, Ye Fan was finally convinced that the golden ocean and tsunami he saw were not caused by illusions.

Pang Bo asked with concern: "How do you feel, I saw that the golden sea of bitterness disappeared at the last moment, didn't it succeed?"

"I don't know if it's a success...... Speaking of this, Ye Fan ran the mystical method recorded in the "Tao Sutra", and an extremely tiny golden point of light suddenly appeared in the location of the bitter sea, only a little bit of sesame seeds, but it was brilliant.

"Although the sea of bitterness is a little small, it is not a problem, as long as you continue to practice, it will always grow larger. Pang Bo looked very excited, and said: "I'm sure that your sea of suffering is absolutely extraordinary, it is golden, completely different from ordinary people, and the blooming brilliance can actually be transmitted through......"

Although he only cultivated "a grain of sea", Ye Fan was very happy that he finally broke the deadlock and opened up a golden sea of bitterness that belonged to him.

"How do I feel that your sesame seed-sized bitter sea has a trace of divine power fluctuating, could it be said that it is the essence that is concentrated......" Pang Bo showed a puzzled look.