The world of cultivation has its own rules of heaven and earth.
In the world of cultivation, there is an upper limit to the power it can tolerate.
This upper limit is the Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal. Of course, this kind of Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal is not an ordinary Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal cultivator, but an existence that stands at the pinnacle of the Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal.
Chen Feng is such an existence. It can be said that Chen Feng's strength is already at the critical point of the tolerance limit of this world. If Chen Feng wants to go further, he will either pass the tribulation and ascend to heaven, or be suppressed by the rules of the world.
The situation of the Soul Devouring Demon Lord in front of him was the latter. His strength had greatly exceeded the upper limit of the power that the cultivation world could tolerate, so he could only be suppressed by the rules of heaven and earth.
These thunders were like strong restrictions on the Soul Devouring Demon Lord. These restrictions did not harm him, but they sealed most of his power.
After one heavenly thunder after another, the power of the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord became weaker and weaker, and finally remained within the range allowed by this world.
The thunder in the sky disappeared quietly, as if it had never appeared.
At this moment, the force that originally imprisoned Chen Feng was countless times weaker. Chen Feng just struggled slightly and easily broke free.
Without any hesitation, Chen Feng immediately circulated his life force to heal the injuries in his body.
Nourished by the emerald life force, the broken heart and liver are recondensed, as if reborn.
"The force of life is the best force to heal injuries. If I were to use ordinary true energy, the injuries in my body would probably take a long time to recover. But the force of life allowed me to recover in just a moment. It's amazing!" Chen Feng was secretly surprised, and his gratitude to the Immortal Lord Darong became stronger.
This old man, who was dying, not only opened a space crack for him to escape from the Immortals' Tomb at the cost of his own death, but also passed on such a magical energy to him. This kindness made Chen Feng unforgettable.
"Boy, don't think that you are safe just because my strength is suppressed unlimitedly. Let me tell you, in my eyes, you are still as small as an ant!" The Soul-Devouring Immortal frowned and looked at Chen Feng, with bloodshot light in his only eye.
"Really? Then you can try!" Chen Feng laughed, his fighting spirit soaring. Just now, the Soul Devouring Immortal Venerable was too strong, so strong that he had no ability to resist, which made Chen Feng very frustrated. But now, everyone's strength is within the range allowed by this world. If Chen Feng doesn't take revenge for his grudges, he is really not a man.
The heavy sword flew across the sky and stabbed sharply.
"The simplest three moves, straight stab!"
This simple sword gives people a feeling of meteor-like brilliance and a sense of returning to nature.
"Eh?" The Soul Devouring Demon Lord exclaimed, "What a strange sword technique!"
As he spoke, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord suddenly made his move.
A finger pointed out, and it looked like a star.
Soul Devouring Finger! The Soul Devouring Demon Lord's famous skill. With the Soul Devouring Finger, the Soul Devouring Demon Lord established a foundation in a place like the Immortal Realm and eventually became a great Demon Lord.
The swords collided, and the energy was amazing. Both of their bodies retreated quickly, and they were evenly matched.
"Very good swordsmanship!" The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's face was finally moved. Now that they were standing on the same level, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord finally realized how evil Chen Feng was.
"Although my strength has weakened and the power of the Soul-Devouring Finger has been suppressed, the swordsmanship that can compete with the Soul-Devouring Finger is really good!" The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord praised and looked at Chen Feng seriously for the first time.
"Just good?" Chen Feng smiled resolutely, "Then take another blow from my sword and try!"
"The three simplest moves, heavy slash!"
Plain and simple, yet as powerful as Mount Tai, Chen Feng's sword, combined with the magic of the heavy sword, was like a huge mountain pressing down.
“What a great swordsmanship!” The Soul Devouring Demon Lord laughed cruelly, “Such a swordsmanship is something I should have mastered. Boy, after seeing such a swordsmanship, I will kill you even more!”
With one finger in the air, the energy can tear the sky apart.
Chen Feng and the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord collided again.
But this time, neither of them said anything. After one strike, a tide of attacks poured down on each other.
There are only three simple moves, but each move contains numerous changes. Although Chen Feng has not yet mastered them effortlessly, he is extremely proficient in them. When fighting against the Soul-Devouring Finger of the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord, he does not suffer any loss due to the moves.
In addition, Chen Feng's sword skills have already taken shape, and the use of fusion energy has made Chen Feng's attack power three times stronger. As soon as the battle started, the two were evenly matched!
However, the gap between the two sides soon became apparent, and that was combat experience.
The Soul Devouring Demon Lord has been in the Immortal Realm for who knows how many years, and the demons are warlike, so his fighting consciousness is terrifying. But Chen Feng has only lived for ten thousand years in his two lives, and he spent most of his time in his previous life obsessed with alchemy, so how could he have much combat experience? Although Chen Feng has received a lot of inheritance in this life, those are all theories. Without combat experience, they cannot be transformed into his own things.
The huge disparity in combat awareness between the two sides gradually put Chen Feng at a disadvantage. After a thousand moves, Chen Feng was almost beaten by the Soul Devouring Demon Lord.
"No, I must break this deadlock, otherwise, I will eventually die at the hands of this man!" Chen Feng was struggling to defend himself while thinking quickly in his mind.
"It seems that I have no choice but to take a risky move!" Chen Feng calmed down, and his spiritual consciousness quietly condensed and turned into a thin needle.
"Soul-piercing needle, I will use the soul-piercing needle for a surprise attack. Even if I cannot kill him, I can take the opportunity to disrupt his rhythm. If there is a chance, I will brazenly launch the Heaven-Smashing Sword, and it is very likely that I will take his life with one sword!" Chen Feng made up his mind and the soul-piercing needle was ready to go.
"Huh?" But at this moment, Chen Feng and Soul Devouring Immortal Lord exclaimed at the same time: "Someone is coming!"
Quietly, the two seemed to have a tacit understanding. They attacked each other at the same time, and then retreated and separated.
Although they are fighting each other to the death, they are unwilling to let others take advantage of them.
"What a thrilling battle! It seems that I, Yuan Fang, am not too late!" Above the sky, a figure suddenly stepped out of the clouds.
"It's you!" Chen Feng's eyes turned cold. The person who came was Yuan Fang, the leader of the Tiandi Sect!
"Chen Feng, I thought you had fallen in the Tomb of Immortals, but I didn't expect you were not dead!" Yuan Fang looked at Chen Feng with a faint smile and said.
"My life or death seems to have nothing to do with you!" Chen Feng looked at him coldly, his tone indifferent.
"It has nothing to do with me, but I'm not the only one here. He'll probably be disappointed to see you're still alive, right, Han Wei?" Yuan Fang laughed at a cloud in the distance.
"Han Wei?" Chen Feng's eyes suddenly burst into anger.
Han Wei is here