Around the magic cauldron, spiritual energy surged, and a powerful pressure suppressed it, falling on Ye Futian's body.
At this moment, Ye Futian's body was like a monster, with the body of a real dragon and a golden roc, bearing this terrible pressure.
The divine ape straightened his back, and the magic cauldron suddenly rose little by little. The higher it rose, the stronger the pressure came from.
After a while, the magic cauldron rose one foot. Many people stared at Ye Futian's figure. As expected of a disciple of the thatched cottage, he had an extraordinary move and directly raised the magic cauldron one foot.
Moreover, Ye Futian's body did not even directly come into contact with the magic cauldron, but seemed to be condensing the demonic beast with the law to support the magic cauldron.
On the magic cauldron, patterns shine, and those demonic patterns flow with frightening light. An invisible force descends on the magic cauldron, making it weigh ten thousand kilograms and crushing everything. At the same time, a terrifying demonic will rushes in. In Ye Futian's mind, there was invisible pressure.
The pressure of the Demonic Cauldron changes from invisible to tangible. The stronger the resistance, the more powerful and terrifying the pressure released by the Demonic Cauldron. It can infinitely increase the power of the Demonic Cauldron and suppress it.
Ye Futian's movement of lifting the cauldron was very slow, but he did not stop. The cauldron continued to rise little by little. He did not dare to lift the cauldron violently at once. The more violent the method, the stronger the backlash. Once you exceed the limit of your own endurance, it is a dead end.
This devil's cauldron has a vicious reputation, and it can really kill the person who lifts the cauldron.
When the magic cauldron rose to two feet, the pressure became stronger. Ye Futian seemed to have a shadow of the demon god in his mind. A terrifying force crazily suppressed his body. The heavy weapon in front of him could Suppress everything.
Ye Futian felt this coercion. The powerful will in his mind resisted the coming demonic will, and he used the emperor's will to protect the will in his body. There was a terrifying light flowing on his body, which was arrogant.
However, at this moment, the magic tripod stopped, and Ye Futian did not continue to lift the tripod. The power coming from the magic tripod was already strong enough. Although he could continue to rise, he did not do so.
The strong will protects the immortality of one's own will, and at the same time, the spiritual will feels the power of the devil's cauldron. Inadvertently, the will invades the devil's cauldron, as if entering a picture of the devil, which is the world of the devil.
After a moment, Ye Futian's will retreated. The emperor's will was that he could not use too much power to enter and resist the devil's will, but he could protect his own will.
Endless brilliance descended on his body, and a strong will rushed into his mind. He actually ran the body refining method. It was like a real dragon was rushing through his body, a golden-winged roc appeared, and a divine ape roared. With the help of that external force Cleanse the body.
Liu Feiyang was right, this magic tripod could indeed be used to temper the physical body.
However, ordinary people would not do this. After all, how many people can persist under the magic tripod
Only the top monsters can do it.
Ye Futian kept his posture still at this moment, letting the magic tripod stay two feet in the air, closing his eyes, and letting the endless power rush to cleanse his body.
Therefore, to outsiders, Ye Futian seemed to be running his skills to resist the suppression of the magic tripod.
"Can it only be two feet?"
Seeing this scene, some people whispered that if others could do this, they would be very powerful. However, it was Ye Futian lifting the cauldron, two feet, which is not a performance worthy of showing off.
But then I thought about it, Ye Futian's cultivation level was not high after all, and it was already very difficult to be able to lift the cauldron two feet. He probably had too high expectations for the disciples in the thatched cottage.
However, they saw Ye Futian standing still, as if he was in a stalemate with the magic tripod, constantly bearing the suppressive power of the magic tripod.
"What is he doing?"
"Could it be that you still want to keep trying?"
Some people commented that at this moment, Ye Futian moved again, and the magic cauldron rose a little again. His body made a roaring sound, and his blood seemed to be roaring, as if he was under extremely strong pressure.
"It seems that he is not willing to give in." Someone from the Donghua Sect smiled and said.
But so what if you are not willing to give in. The further the magic cauldron goes, the more difficult it becomes. If Ye Futian wants to continue attacking, it will be difficult.
After a while, the shadow of the divine ape on Ye Futian's body once again rose an inch higher, and the pressure became stronger.
His eyes were closed tightly, and there were beads of sweat on his body.
"Are the disciples of the Caotang so cautious?" Yin Mo looked at Ye Futian and said calmly. He hoped that Ye Futian would be more aggressive and cautious. If he tried to advance little by little, it would be difficult for the magic tripod to kill him directly.
Of course, if Ye Futian continues to refuse to give up, if he suddenly collapses and cannot bear it, it will also be a disaster.
Everyone is thinking a lot and has their own ideas, but at this time Ye Futian is not distracted, immersed in his own practice, running the body refining techniques, constantly tempering himself, taking advantage of the pressure of the devil's cauldron, and every once in a while, he Time will lift the cauldron upward, which is strengthening its strength and keeping it in the best state for practice.
Finally, when the magic tripod rose to two feet and five inches, Ye Futian's body felt like it was going to explode. The extremely terrifying storm hammer hit his body. His whole body was tense, and his body seemed to have reached a critical point.
An invisible force went against the trend, and the spiritual energy gathered into a terrifying storm. Ye Futian opened his eyes and looked up. The divine ape roared, and his hands seemed to hold up the world.
On Ye Futian's body, endless physical power exploded fiercely, and the terrifying power hit the magic cauldron, causing it to rise rapidly.
Seeing this scene, Yin Mo's eyes flashed with a terrifying edge. He was looking forward to seeing such a scene.
However, the moment Ye Futian's infinite power exploded fiercely, he flashed and walked out from under the magic cauldron like a golden-winged roc.
The ferocious explosion of power on the magic tripod directly suppressed the empty space, and then fell hard to the ground. The earth trembled like an earthquake.
"Three feet." Everyone saw the final height of the magic cauldron, the height of three feet. Is that the limit that Ye Futian could reach with all his strength
Moreover, in a sense, Ye Futian did not lift the weight of the cauldron, because he fled the moment his power exploded.
"The top geniuses of the Qin Dynasty and Donghua Sect before were also very powerful." Yin Mo said. Everyone's eyes flashed when they heard Yin Mo's words. Ye Futian's realm was lower, but he was already close to those people.
But Buddha became the strongest.
Ye Futian glanced at Yin Mo, smiled, and said nothing. At that moment, his physical body broke through the limit, his body refining techniques broke through, and his martial arts broke through.
At this moment, he felt extremely comfortable all over his body. As for lifting the cauldron...if he couldn't practice, what was the point
So what if it's three feet, so what if it's four feet. How could a low-key person like him care about what others think.
At this time, he stared at the magic cauldron with burning eyes. It was such a treasure, but it was a pity that he couldn't take it away.
"You guys are going to try?" Ye Futian walked back to Ye Wuchen and others and asked.
Ye Wuchen shook his head, he was a pure swordsman, and lifting the cauldron would be of no use to his practice.
"Yu Sheng." Ye Futian's eyes fell on Yu Sheng. Yu Sheng nodded, naturally understanding what Ye Futian meant, and walked towards the magic tripod.
This magic cauldron is also suitable for him and can temper his body.
"Thatched Cottage, the rest of my life."
Many eyes fell on Yu Sheng. Although Yu Sheng did not become a disciple of the Thatched Cottage. In the Qin Dynasty, he called himself the woodcutter of the Thatched Cottage, but no one dared to look down upon him.
Yu Sheng walked under the magic cauldron. He was tall and tall, just like Kua Shan. He grabbed the legs of the cauldron with both hands, and then with a strong force, the magic cauldron was lifted up.
A strong pressure came from above the magic cauldron, and Yu Sheng roared angrily. The magic cauldron continued to rise, and soon rose to a height of one foot.
Quashan stared at this scene and was speechless. That guy was more powerful than him.
Tuoba Yun naturally shut up. When Ye Futian raised the cauldron, he shut up because he couldn't do it.
Similarly, when the pressure came down, Yu Sheng's body glowed with a dark golden luster, as if it was covered with a layer of armor, and was crushed by endless power. When the invisible devil's will came, his eyes became It is extremely strange and terrifying, just like the eyes of the devil, with a strong will that is not afraid of anything and continues to lift the devil's cauldron.
Gradually, the magic tripod rose to a height of two feet.
"Such a terrifying power." Everyone stared at Yu Sheng. The dark golden magic light on his body shone, and his physical strength exploded. It was extremely terrifying, and he was still lifting the magic cauldron upwards.
The terrifying power of the demon's will rushed crazily into Yu Sheng's will, and his own will was also extremely terrifying. His eyes seemed to have turned into demon pupils, and vortexes appeared faintly on his dark golden skin, swallowing up the suppressed power. At the same time, , his demonic will was actually swallowing and absorbing the demonic willpower coming from the attack bit by bit, as if it was refining.
The magic tripod was raised little by little, two feet, one inch, two inches... until it was close to three feet.
Many people's hearts were trembling, close to three feet, which was already stronger than what Ye Futian had achieved.
"Huh?" Ye Futian's eyes flashed, revealing a strange color. He faintly noticed an unusual aura, and he watched the movement of his mind freely. Then he saw a shocking scene. The demonic power flowing in Yu Sheng's body actually seemed like There is some resonance with the magic power in the magic tripod.
"this… "
Although Ye Futian knew that the skills he practiced for the rest of his life would be very suitable for lifting the cauldron, he never expected that it would be like this.
What level of magic is the magic skill that my adoptive father practiced for the rest of his life? The power of this demonic cauldron will be devoured and refined.
Yu Sheng's body was still rising. The magic cauldron had passed three feet and was still rising without any sign of decline.
"what's the situation?"
The surrounding strong men were shocked by this scene. At this moment, they saw a terrifying light blooming behind Yu Sheng. The next moment, a pair of huge wings appeared, like the wings of a demon.
The huge demon wings flapped, and Yu Sheng's body continued to move upward, lifting the demon cauldron into the air, getting higher and higher.
Three feet, four feet... keep getting higher.
At this moment, he has surpassed Buddha, and it seems that he has not yet reached his limit.
It's like, the sky's the limit.
Ye Futian showed a strange look. Could it be that he really wanted to take this magic cauldron away today
In this case, I really have to thank the Yin family!
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