Time flies, fifteen days are fleeting.
After 15 days of comprehension and deduction of God Eater's brain countless times, he finally captured a trace of the artistic conception of the power of the Great Dao.
Although the artistic conception is still vague, Ye Chenfeng has already tried to practice the first style of Judgment Seven Swords under the powerful deduction ability of God Eater.
The extreme cold, the artistic conception of water evolved by the power of the great way, and the shocking sword light transformed into it, shatter everything in an instant of freezing.
"The artistic conception of water, Xuanhan Lingshui seems to contain the artistic conception of water, maybe with the help of the power of Xuanhan Lingshui, I can speed up the cultivation of extreme cold."
Ye Chenfeng showed a look of surprise, put away the distracting thoughts in his mind, controlled the brain to deduce the evolution of the Dao over and over again, and tried to practice the first style of the Seven Swords of Judgment, Extreme Cold.
Generally, only by breaking through to the realm of the Beast King can one see the power of artistic conception, but Ye Chenfeng, relying on the god-eating brain, can touch the avenue and the mysterious way of artistic conception. One way of the great way can contain hundreds of ways, one way is endless, life is endless, changes are endless, and endless ways are derived.
Slowly, the power of the Dao deduced by the God Eater evolved into the artistic conception of water, and the sound of surging waves came out of Ye Chenfeng's body.
"Extremely cold!"
Feeling that the artistic conception of water in his body is getting stronger and stronger, Ye Chenfeng unleashes the sword force of the sixth heaven, and with the power of the sword force, he forcibly activates the artistic conception of water and displays the extreme coldness.
"Om..."
A sword glow condensed from the artistic conception of water spurted out from Ye Chenfeng's body, carrying a sharp cold air, and slashed towards a black cauldron the size of a hill in the distance.
The powerful destructive force forcibly split the black cauldron into a crack, and the deafening roar lingered for a long time.
Chapter 147 The Power of Chaos
"Split!"
Looking at the cracks on the surface of the giant black tripod, Ye Chenfeng showed a strong look of surprise.
Although the crack only extended more than ten meters, which is insignificant for the black cauldron the size of a small mountain, it made Ye Chenfeng calm down, and continued to release the six-fold sword force, urging the power of the avenue, and transforming into an extremely cold sword light attack .
"Boom boom boom..."
A series of thunderous vibrations spread all over the field, and dense water ripples appeared in the fluctuating air, which made Ye Chenfeng's soul tremble.
A lot of blood flowed down his mouth and ears.
The soul was shocked by the sound from the black cauldron, but Ye Chenfeng did not slow down the attack, and kept bursting out with sword power to attack the black cauldron.
Under repeated attacks, Ye Chenfeng's understanding of the Seven Swords of Judgment is getting deeper and deeper, but the consumption of using the cold pole is getting bigger and bigger.
And the surface of the black cauldron directly in front of him was also covered with sword marks, and a large number of cracks spread everywhere.
After about a day, the dizziness in his head became more and more serious, and Ye Chenfeng, whose soul power was almost exhausted, had to stop attacking, and sat cross-legged on the cracked ground to digest the epiphany just now.
Thirteen days had passed since his epiphany, and there were only two days left before the one-month period. If he could not break through the three black cauldrons that suppressed the space within two days, he would die here.
Just when Ye Chenfeng seemed to forget the time and sat cross-legged on the ground motionless, a piercing sword sound erupted from his body, piercing the void, and smashed on the space boundary wall, stirring up air ripples like lotus flowers .
"Seven Swords of Judgment, Extremely Cold."
The moment Ye Chenfeng opened his eyes, countless rays of light shot out, and the sharp sword energy gushing out of his body instantly gathered and turned into a giant sword that seemed to be condensed from ice, freezing the void and driving the avenue With the power, he slashed heavily on the cracked black cauldron.
"Boom!"
The solid black cauldron was shattered by Ye Chenfeng's first-style cold pole attack of the Seven Swords of Judgment. The violent energy shook the entire void and distorted it in a large area, causing the ground to tremble violently.
"Huh, finally smashed a black cauldron."
After thirteen days of enlightenment, he smashed the black cauldron in one fell swoop, Ye Chenfeng didn't have any joy on his face, and fell in mid-air, panting heavily.
As the power of his pole of cold became greater and greater, the corresponding consumption also increased. With his current strength, he could only cast the pole of cold once, and the soul power in his whole body would be exhausted.
"There are still two days left, and the time left for me is running out."
Ye Chenfeng glanced at the two towering black cauldrons that suppressed the space, and immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, and seized the time to restore his nearly dried-up soul power.
"In twenty-eight days, the speed of blasting a black cauldron is a bit slow."
The moment the first black cauldron shattered, Zhenling sensed it immediately, but Zhenling was not satisfied with this speed.
"Master Zhenling, do you think that Ye Chenfeng can destroy the remaining two black cauldrons in the remaining two days?" Bei Ling asked.
"It's hard!"
True Spirit shook his head and said.
"Hey, with Ye Chenfeng's talent, given enough time, his future development is limitless. It would be a pity if he died in the Sanding Forbidden Area."
Seeing Ye Chenfeng's astonishing talent, Bei Ling adored talent and sighed softly.
"This is the rule set by the master, and I have no power to change it, but it is related to my spirit clan inheritance, so I can't be careless." Zhenling said lightly.
"Hey, it seems that you and I are going to fall into a deep sleep again." Bei Ling sighed softly, they were all not optimistic, Ye Chenfeng broke through two black cauldrons in the remaining two days, and passed the test .
After half a day, Ye Chenfeng recovered the consumed soul power, adjusted his state to the best, and came under the second black cauldron, ready to use the seven judgment swords to break the black cauldron.
"call!"
Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath, the power of the six-fold sword gushed out from his body, the sword light surged for a while, and the endless sword light quickly gathered, forming a cold lightsaber on top of his head, with a sharp sword power The air was cut into two halves, and the ear-piercing sound of the sword was endless.