Under the nine-transformation divine transformation, the Emperor Dragon Shenxuemu turned into pure energy, which was refined by Ye Chenfeng into the fourth acupoint, which is located in the Shenjue acupoint on the navel, tempering the body and impacting the body. Four Heavens.
Huang Wutian has the body of a god and demon, and his body is more terrifying than the ancestor beast. If Ye Chenfeng wants to defeat him, he must further temper his body to have hope.
"This Emperor Dragon Divine Blood Tree is indeed powerful, and after one-fifth of it has been refined, it actually caused a qualitative change in the mysterious pearl in the Shenjue Cave!"
Ye Chenfeng patiently refined one-fifth of the Emperor Dragon God's Blood Wood, and the profound orb fused with a large amount of Emperor Dragon's blood underwent a qualitative change. It gradually changed into a battle orb, and Ye Chenfeng's strength also increased accordingly.
When the outside world passed twenty days, Ye Chenfeng, who had refined a quarter of the Emperor Dragon God's Blood Wood, successfully cultivated into the fourth level of combat body. It has reached the ultimate true spirit weapon.
**Completed the transformation, Ye Chenfeng is still immersed in the process of refining the Emperor Dragon Blood Wood, he tried his best to crush the remaining Emperor Dragon Blood Wood, and melted it into the last acupoint, Shenting Acupoint .
When three quarters of the Emperor Dragon Divine Blood Wood had turned into pure Emperor Dragon Blood and melted into the Shenting Point, thirty days had passed, and it was the day of the semi-finals.
"Phew, give me another month, and I should be able to refine all the Emperor Dragon Divine Blood Wood into the Shenting Point, and cultivate the battle body to Dzogchen!"
Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath and woke up during training. Although due to limited time, he could not cultivate his combat body to the level of Dzogchen, his strength was still several times stronger than it was a month ago.
"Huang Wutian, are you ready?"
Ye Chenfeng's eyes were burning with fierce fighting spirit, he left Qiankun Realm, brought Xia Wendie and others to the Holy Battlefield of Hundred Battles, and prepared for the semi-final competition.
Chapter 1693 Yue Yeming vs Tian Qingyun
"The semi-finals begin!"
The four of Ye Chenfeng arrived, and when the sky-wall-like stands were full, the white-haired old man appeared in the void and announced loudly.
"come on!"
Ling Yuxin looked at Yue Yeming, who stood up slowly, with a high fighting spirit, and encouraged him softly.
"Don't worry, I have the strength to defeat him!"
Yue Yeming smiled at Ling Yuxin, stepped on the mysterious sword map, and walked slowly towards the fighting platform.
"Yue Yeming and Tian Qingyun, the imagination is exciting, I don't know which of them will have the last laugh!"
"I think Tian Qingyun is more likely to win, after all, Tian Qingyun is the biggest favorite to win the championship!"
"That's right, the Celestial Clan has almost won all the champions of the Hundred Battles. This day, Qingyun definitely has a hole card that we can't imagine. It is too difficult for Yue Yeming to defeat him!"
Looking at the two of them standing proudly in the fighting arena, the audience in the stands kept predicting the outcome of the match, but more people were still optimistic about Tian Qingyun, feeling that he would have the last laugh.
"Brother Chenfeng, who do you think will win?"
Lingyu took a big mouthful of the fruit in an extremely unladylike manner, and asked while chewing.
"Based on normal strength, the outcome between them should be 50-50, but I feel that Tian Qingyun has an extremely terrifying hole card. If he uses that hole card, Ye Ming may be hard to resist!"
Ye Chenfeng glanced at Yue Yeming and Tian Qingyun with eyes like torches, and slightly worried Yue Yeming.
"Yue Yeming, I hope to fight in a while, don't let me down!"
Tian Qingyun looked calmly at Yue Yeming, who was radiant and surrounded by chains of Taoism, and his gentle voice revealed an extremely strong domineering spirit.
"Don't worry, I won't let anyone down!"
Yue Yeming responded calmly with a faint smile.
"Haha, I hope so!"
Tian Qingyun raised his head to the sky and let out a long cry, several powerful waves of morality gushed out of his body, converging into a vast ocean above his head, surging over the fighting platform.
"Tian Qingyun is really powerful this day, and the four Dao intentions he comprehended are infinitely close to the holy level dao intentions!"
Looking at the vast ocean of Taoism above Tian Qingyun's head, Ye Chenfeng couldn't help showing a serious look on his face. He had a feeling that Tian Qingyun had already touched the edge of the holy level of Taoism.
"Get ready, the game begins!"
Seeing the tit-for-tat two, who did not show weakness to each other, the white-haired old man started heavy restrictions and announced the start of the first round of semi-finals.
At the start of the match, neither Yue Yeming nor Tian Qingyun moved. They simultaneously mobilized powerful Taoism and attacked each other, competing for their comprehension of Taoism.
"Boom!"
The sea of Taoism above Tian Qingyun's head rolled violently, turning into a terrifying river of Taoism, rolling and roaring in the void, trying to swallow Yue Yeming.
Facing the attack of the rushing river of Taoism, Yue Yeming quickly deduced the Taoism, turning into a terrifying whirlpool of intentions, distorting the void, and resisting the attacking river of Taoism.
The two powerful Taoisms collided together, forming a terrifying storm of Taoism in the void, like thousands of troops fighting fiercely in the void.
"Not bad, I didn't expect that with your age and strength, your comprehension of Taoism is not weaker than mine!"
Tian Qingyun continued to evolve a powerful Taoism, and Yue Yeming fiercely confronted him for half a stick of incense, but failed to suppress him, and gradually lost his patience.
"Buzz!"
The entire void trembled.
With a move of Tian Qingyun's mind, he summoned the Eight Fierce Battle Spear, the middle-grade Tongtian Holy Artifact. Like a swimming dragon, the terrifying battle spear tore through the violent storm of morality and pierced towards Yue Yeming.
"cut!"