Eight Desolate Sword God

"Thunder is a great day."

Ye Chenfeng opened a deep scorpion, and the ten-ray thunder pattern flew out of his body, quickly evolving into a thunderstorm in front of his eyes, Thunder Ocean, Thunder behemoth...

"Go!"

Ye Chenfeng’s thoughts moved, and the rapid evolution of the Ten Thunder Road was bombarded on the distant wall.

Suddenly, the thunder was arrogant, the ground moved, and the hard mountain wall was attacked by ten lines of thunder, violently shaking, and the cracks continued to spread on the surface of the mountain wall.

"I don't know if I can use my current strength, and then I will be able to confront the four-level king of the beastmaster." Looking at the destructive power of the ten-way thunder, Ye Chenfeng showed satisfaction. Smile.

"Morning wind, you have learned the ten lines of the thunder."

Looking at the power of the ten-thousand-throwing pattern of the thunder, Fu Youyue’s eyes widened and he couldn’t help but exclaimed.

Even if it is a shocking world, there is no one-year time to understand the thunder of the road, and Ye Chenfeng only spent about 20 days to understand the ten-ray pattern, Ye Chenfeng The cultivation talent completely exceeds Fu Yuyue’s cognition.

"Well, I first came into contact with Ray's way, so it took a little longer." Ye Chenfeng nodded and said.

Fu Youyue: "..."

"Let's go to Master Sister, let's go deep into this dead ridge and see if we can find the way to leave." Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath and looked at him and made him feel uncomfortable, hiding the secret of the dead. At the suggestion.

Ye Chenfeng and Fu Youyue proceeded cautiously. As they went deep into the dead, they felt that the aura in the air was getting thinner and thinner, and the soul flow in the body was slower and slower.

"There are words in front of the stone wall."

About more than half an hour, Ye Chenfeng was on a stone wall with a lot of black and white weeds, and he unexpectedly found a line of strong and powerful pens.

Wu Dawu war emperor, practicing more than 4,000 years, can not break through the pursuit of a realm of life, so come to life and death to find the ultimate pole of life, seeking breakthrough opportunities, but it is mistaken into the extreme. Before I die, I will leave the next day's martial arts, which was created by my life, to the stone wall and pass it on to the people.

"The Emperor of War, there is actually a legacy of the royal power left by the Emperor."

Looking at the method of practicing the fire on the stone wall, Fu Youyue’s eyes suddenly light up.

"Sister, this is a mysterious place in the dead ridge. We are here to practice while looking for a way to leave." Ye Chenfeng also expressed great interest in the big fire fist, suggesting.

"Good!"

Fu Youyue nodded, sitting under the stone wall with Ye Chenfeng, and began to explore the Datiantian fire fist cultivation method.

Daitian Tianhuo is a top-notch boxing method. It is cultivated to the extreme. The fists are like the sun and the sun. It can smash the mountains and cut off the torrents. However, the cultivation requirements are more demanding. You must understand the meaning of the fire or have the skyfire. The fire was urging.

Looking at the conditions for practicing the big fire of the day, Fu Youyue showed a bitter smile, and she knew that she was destined to miss this skill.

"Sister, don't be depressed, I will teach you a set of heavenly best soul skills."

Looking at Fu Youyue’s sorrowful feelings, Ye Chenfeng took out the killing of the blood-sucking sword king, and obtained the heavenly supernatural soul skill blood magic skill cultivation jade slip, and gave it to Fu Youyue.

"This blood magic power is very powerful, to the extreme, the power is comparable to the next product skills, if you can master, enough to kill the mysterious masters." Ye Chenfeng introduced.

"Thank you!"

Through the blood magic of the morning demon, the Yu Jianyue has a complex color.

She is proud of her, the most annoying thing is owing to human feelings, but these days with Ye Chenfeng, she owes Ye Chenfeng too much, so that she is unable to repay.

"Hey, I hope I can leave here alive, so that I have a chance to repay the kindness of the morning breeze, or else..." Fu Youyue sighed softly in his heart, and glanced at the side of the leafy wind with sharp corners. Face, trying to eliminate distracting thoughts and begin to practice blood magic.

Time passed by, and at the time of Ye Chenfeng and Fu Youyue's cultivation, the terrible storm of destruction reappeared, sweeping the inner ridge, and the world was shocked and dark.

"It’s another ten days. It seems that the storm of destruction in the inner ridge is formed every ten days.”

Looking at the distance, dark as ink, such as a thousand troops, big waves rushing, sweeping the destruction storm of the entire inner ridge, Ye Chenfeng muttered to himself, holding the mind and relying on the powerful brain to push the ability, Continue to practice.

After about thirteen days, Ye Chenfeng succeeded in comprehending the downs and downs of the day.

A fist blasted out, and the rolling fire wave condensed a round of overbearing fire red sun, and the terrible power was enough to break the second level of the beastmaster.

"Let's go to the sister, let's move on."

Ye Chenfeng is very satisfied with the power of Datiantianhuo, and he has been active for a long time, and Fu Yuyue continues to go deep into the dead.

There is no known for many years in the dead ridge, and there are too many shocking talents in the dead. The master of the ancients, the ancient king, left a lot of inheritance enough to make people's eyes red.

However, most of the inheritance, because the time is too long, with the vicissitudes of time, the corrosion is serious, the writing is vague, and it is impossible to comprehend cultivation.

But in many inheritances, Ye Chenfeng and Fu Youyue still found a lot of inheritance that made them quite heart-warming.

"The heavenly best soul technique rides the wind, the Taiyi sword, the seven heavenly swords..."

Looking at the sky-like supernatural skills on the stone wall, Ye Chenfeng and Fu Youyue patience and cultivation, and increase their own heritage.

Soon, two months passed.

In the past two months, Ye Chenfeng and Fu Youyue have gained a lot of money. Ye Chenfeng has cultivated two sets of heavenly best soul skills and successfully condensed the fourth killing aperture.

And Fu Youyue also basically mastered the first-class supernatural soul technology, the first type of the magic sword, the first type of blood magic, faintly condensed the second killing aperture.

"According to the change of air in the air and the surrounding scene, the front should be the inner ridge, sister, I suggest that you wait for me here, I am alone to explore the realities of the inner ridge."

The two penetrated the rich dead air and went to the end of the mountain. Looking at the mountain forest covered with a lot of black fog in front, Ye Chenfeng’s face was dignified.

"No, I want to join you in the inner ridge, don't stay here!" Fu Youyue shook his head and said firmly, she was afraid to separate from Ye Chenfeng.

"Well, after three days, when the destruction storm dissipated, we went deep into the inner ridge and looked for the way to leave." Looking at Fu Youyue's persevering eyes, Ye Chenfeng nodded and decided.

After three days, the storm that destroyed the heavens and the earth came as scheduled. The rolling storm seemed like a waking wild beast. In the heavens and the earth, it swallowed everything. The terrible energy made people unable to live up to the thought of rebellion.

"Strands, this devastating storm is formed by formations!"

Standing at the end of the mountain, watching the end of the world, the destruction of the storm, the powerful heart of the brain feels the power of the formation.

"There is absolutely a big secret hidden in this dead ridge. What is the weapon here?"

Ye Chenfeng looked at the storm of destruction that swept the world, and controlled the release of the soul to penetrate the dead ridge and sense its reality.

But the pattern of the ban in the dead ridge is too terrible, and the brain has sensed for several hours and found nothing.

After half a day, the devastating storm disappeared, and the chaotic inner ridge gradually returned to calm.

"Sister, let's go!"

Although the danger of the inner ridge is beyond the imagination of Ye Chenfeng, he is not willing to die here, summoning the Jinpeng wing, and smashing the hot and soft body of Fu Youyue in his arms, flying high and flying. Toward the inner ridge that is full of black fog and dangerous and unknown.