After being hit by Ye Chenfeng with all his strength, ripples appeared in the temple's prohibition, and a large number of cracks spread around the center of Ditian's sword tip.
The next moment, the sword spirit puppet turned into a sword and hit the ripples in space, breaking the restriction outside the temple in one fell swoop, and flew outside the temple with the 'shadow'.
And when they flew outside the temple, a vague shadow appeared in the chaotic space, and this shadow was exactly those terrifying hands.
"Hoo hoo, finally rushed in."
Consuming almost 90% of the power of the sword spirit puppet, he rushed to the outside of the black temple. He was seriously injured. Ye Chenfeng, who was covered in blood, let out a long sigh of relief, and sat down on the black stone steps, panting heavily.
And 'Ying', who was more seriously injured, collapsed on the ground, with his little rosy mouth slightly open, panting weakly.
"The Dao pattern of life, heal!"
Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the ground, controlled the Dao pattern of the Ten Daosheng, and recovered from his injuries. He was going to fully heal his injuries, adjust his state to the best, and then enter the crisis-ridden black temple.
When Ye Chenfeng tried his best to heal his injuries, 'Ying' also forced himself to sit up, and took two heavenly soul pills in succession to heal his serious injuries.
As time passed by, Ye Chenfeng and 'Ying' were like two sculptures, sitting cross-legged on the ground motionless, quickly recovering from their injuries.
In about a day or so, Ye Chenfeng completely healed the serious injury, took out the dragon's blood flower that had been guarded by the blood-eating mosquitoes for many years, swallowed the whole flower, and used the soul-eating technique to refine it and further improve it. strength.
"What a pure dragon power, this dragon blood flower is definitely bred by dragon blood."
When refining the dragon blood flower, Ye Chenfeng felt that the power of the dragon contained in the dragon blood flower was not weaker than that of the dragon blood fruit refined at the beginning. While improving his own soul power, he continuously strengthened the dragon's blood.
And if a master of the fourth-level rebellious beast king consumes the dragon blood flower bred by dragon blood, at least his strength will be raised to the level of Dacheng, but Ye Chenfeng's background is too deep, comparable to a strong emperor, and the double-headed blood dragon king is more than an ordinary soul. There are too many beasts, refining the whole dragon blood flower, Ye Chenfeng's strength is only slightly improved.
"How much of your injury has recovered!"
After refining the dragon blood flower, Ye Chenfeng didn't refine other heavenly spirits such as Wannian Daolian. He stood up slowly, looked at the 'shadow' cross-legged and healing, and asked in a low voice.
"I've basically recovered 80% of my injuries." 'Shadow' let out a mouthful of turbid air, opened his eyes and said.
"I'm going to enter this black temple now, do you want to follow?" Ye Chenfeng looked at Ying's slightly pale face with a poignant beauty, and asked.
"Let's go."
'Shadow' stood up slowly, and followed Ye Chenfeng without fear to the tens of meters high, under the palace gate made of special materials.
"drink!"
With Ye Chenfeng yelling, he exploded with terrifying power from his arms, pushing the door of the palace that weighed millions of catties, pushed the door open little by little, and walked in with the moonstone and 'shadow' in his hand.
"Sure enough, there is a Soul Requiem Stele and a black sarcophagus in this temple."
When the moonlight stone illuminated the temple, Ye Chenfeng saw a huge soul-suppressing stone tablet sitting in the center of the temple. Under the stone tablet was a black coffin more than two meters long with a lot of lines carved on the surface.
"Jianfeng!"
Looking at the soul-suppressing stele in front of him, Ye Chenfeng saw at a glance that the sword edge of the Ditian Sword stuck on the top of the stele, if the Ditian Sword was fused with its sharpest blade, its attack power would be greatly increased to reach Accurate device level.
Seeing the edge of the Ditian sword, Ye Chenfeng didn't take out the Ditian sword immediately and let it fuse with the sword edge, but released a powerful soul power, radiated to the top of the temple, and sensed the position of Tianjing.
He was going to wait for the sword spirit puppet to devour the sky crystal to further enhance its strength, and then fuse the sword edge, break the soul tablet, and release the body of the 'demon' suppressed by the stone tablet.
"over there!"
After releasing the powerful soul induction for a while, Ye Chenfeng locked the position of the sky crystal hidden on the top of the hall, and went up to the sky with the sword spirit puppet, and came under the top of the hall.
"Flying fairy sword, broken!"
Ye Chenfeng didn't waste time, and used the most brutal method to attack with all his strength with the sword spirit puppet, wanting to directly tear the restriction that hides the sky crystal and create an opportunity for the sword spirit puppet to devour it.
"Boom!"
Under the full attack of Ye Chenfeng and the sword spirit puppet, the huge roof of the hall trembled, and tens of thousands of ancient formation patterns emerged from the roof of the hall, blending with mid-grade Tianjing, forming a devastating suppressive force, bombarding Ye Chenfeng and the Sword Spirit Puppet.
Bearing the stronger and stronger suppressive force, Ye Chenfeng and the sword spirit puppet continued to attack, smashing the suppressive force while attacking the space restriction with all their strength.
"Ye Chenfeng, I'll help you!"
'Shadow' took a deep breath, slender legs violently, facing the gushing force of suppression, appeared next to Ye Chenfeng, holding two swords as thin as cicada wings, interweaving dense sword shadows, attacking Spatial restrictions with cracks appearing.
Under Ye Chenfeng and the sword spirit puppet spared no effort to attack, the space restriction was torn apart little by little, exposing the middle-grade Tianjing, the hub of the temple.
"Sword Spirit Puppet, Devour!"
Looking at the mid-grade Tianjing whose head was like a crystal, the size of a fist, covered with many edges and corners, and contained vast energy, Ye Chenfeng immediately ordered the sword spirit puppet to devour the Tianjing.
"Boom boom boom!"
When the sword spirit puppet devoured the middle-grade Tianjing, the suppressive power in the temple dropped sharply. At this moment, a thick black devilish energy immediately filled the black sarcophagus, bombarding the soul-restraining stone tablet like a tide, trying to destroy it. crack.
"Sword Spirit Puppet, fully integrate."
Now that the body of the "demon" suppressed by the soul-suppressing stone tablet wanted to escape, Ye Chenfeng immediately ordered the sword spirit puppet to devour it.
When the black demonic energy crazily attacked the soul-suppressing stone tablet, Ditian Jianfeng immediately released an incomparably sharp sword pattern, smashing the black demonic energy through the soul-suppressing tablet.
The two powerful attacks intensified, and they rebuked fiercely, shaking the soul-restraining stone tablet violently, and tiny cracks began to spread on the surface of the soul-suppressing stone tablet.