One step forward is a cliff, and one step back is a vast ocean. So what choice should I make? In fact, the saint has already understood it, she is just a little unwilling to do so.
However, her unwillingness will soon turn into another form, that is, her hatred for Wang Feng.
For the Saint, the culprit that caused all this today is Wang Feng, so as long as she can kill Wang Feng, then she will probably be willing to do so even if she is not willing to do so.
Today, the only person who can pose a threat to her is Wang Feng, so she just wants Wang Feng to die.
It's just that she doesn't want to take action when she's not absolutely sure, because she doesn't have any extra power to borrow except herself.
Although several members of this Holy Sect have entered the middle stage of the Immortal Martial Realm from the early stage of the Immortal Martial Realm, these people have only reached the supreme level in cultivation, but their combat effectiveness is of no help to the Saint. On the contrary, it is a burden.
So if she wants to kill Wang Feng, she can only rely on herself.
Wang Feng is no longer the Wang Feng of the past. She didn't pay attention to the Wang Feng before. She even thought that the opponent was just a chess piece in her hand. But now the chess piece has turned into a chess player playing against her. Naturally, she is It's hard to accept.
But she was not an ordinary person after all. Although this reality made her feel very uncomfortable, since Wang Feng had reached this point, all she could do was to find ways to kill this person.
"Practice again, and the next time you will die."
Sensing her current changes, the saintly girl's calm face suddenly showed a trace of sarcasm. What she sarcastically said was that her current cultivation level might be able to completely crush Wang Feng.
After this person has reached the middle stage of the Immortal Martial Realm, it will be very difficult for this person to increase his combat effectiveness. Many people often rely on countless years of accumulation to become stronger than others.
But now the place where the saint is is seems to be cheating. She doesn't believe that Wang Feng can improve as fast as herself.
"You killed my master and senior brother, and single-handedly ruined my plan. We can settle this account soon."
After saying this, the saint didn't speak again, but silently closed her eyes. She would have to wait a month before practicing again.
"Brother Jiang, it's my turn to help you refine the elixir."
After extracting three wisps of gray-brown mist again, Wang Feng first recovered from his injuries, and then he spoke.
You must know that he promised Jiang Yihuan that as long as he extracts what he needs, he will also provide what Jiang Yihuan needs, so he must fulfill his promise.
"No need." After hearing Wang Feng's words, Jiang Yihuan shook his head and said: "It is difficult for me to improve my cultivation now. Instead of letting you waste your time on me, you might as well extract more for yourself. The power that benefits you, don’t worry about me.”
"This is what we agreed before. I am a man of my word. Brother Jiang, you don't have to be polite to me."
"Now my cultivation has reached a peak stage. Even if I take the pill you gave me, my body can't absorb so much. It's a complete waste." Jiang Yihuan shook his head and said.
"Even if you don't take it now, you can keep it."
"Forget it, this improvement in cultivation does not happen overnight. I think your cultivation will be far more useful than mine after it is improved, so you should continue to extract the power you need and don't worry about me."
"You really don't want me to refine the elixir?"
"My cultivation has reached the bottle strength stage, and taking pills has no effect, so you should just go about your own business and don't worry about me."
"In that case, I will first extract the power I need."
Originally, Wang Feng wanted to help Jiang Yihuan get some more elixirs containing the power of the Great Dao, but he himself said he didn't need them, so there was no need for Wang Feng to waste his energy.
The saint is having a hard time practicing now, and the same is true for Wang Feng. He can indeed extract the gray-brown mist endlessly, but as the amount of gray-brown mist extracted increases, Wang Feng also discovers a problem, that is, this catastrophe The power is becoming more and more powerful, which is the same as when he extracted the colorful mist.
The greater the number, the more dangerous it is, but at the moment, Wang Feng can't find any other better way besides using this method to enhance his combat effectiveness.
Let him slowly absorb power and enhance his strength like other monks. Wang Feng doesn't know how many years it will take to increase his combat effectiveness, so now he can only take risks to improve himself.
At first, Wang Feng was able to extract three rays of gray-brown mist with ease, and he could even recover from his injuries without much effort. However, as the amount of gray-brown mist he extracted increased, he could now extract even two rays of gray-brown mist. The physical body was severely damaged.
In the end, Wang Feng could only extract a gray-brown mist. Only in this way could he keep his injuries from being too serious and still be able to fight.
"Why is it that while the number is getting smaller and smaller, the power of your heavenly tribulation is getting stronger and stronger?" At this moment, Jiang Yihuan made a confused sound in his mouth, and he couldn't figure it out.
In fact, it was not only him who couldn't figure it out, but also Wang Feng himself. It was understandable that the power of this disaster would gradually increase, but the key point was that the actual benefits Wang Feng received were getting smaller and smaller, which was completely out of proportion.
But when he thinks about what he is doing now, Wang Feng feels that it makes sense that the Heavenly Tribulation is getting stronger and stronger, because once the amount of gray-brown mist he extracts reaches a terrifying level, then Wang Feng may be able to overthrow the Heavenly Tribulation. It's possible, so this catastrophe will definitely put some restrictions on him. If there are no restrictions, Wang Fengfeng may truly reach the point of invincibility.
"puff!"
When a gray-brown mist was completely extracted by Wang Feng, Wang Feng also paid a huge price for it. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body became pitch black, all of which were caused by this thunder.
I saw that his body was covered with cracks like spider webs, and it looked like it was about to burst. Although there was no blood oozing, the internal injuries in Wang Feng's body at this moment were serious, so he would have to recover if he wanted to. It's not that easy anymore.
"It seems that God no longer wants me to have that kind of power. This calamity has become more and more severe." At this time, Wang Feng made a sound in his mouth, and his face was quite ugly.
Once he cannot extract more gray-brown mist, it will not be so easy to increase his combat effectiveness.
"The sky won't let you practice anymore. This shows how perverted you are. Even the sky is afraid of you." Jiang Yihuan said at this time.
Hearing this, Wang Feng shook his head and did not answer. What kind of fear is this? It is obvious that God does not allow him to continue to become stronger and wants to contain him.