Ye Feng’s face was pale and he was sweating profusely.
He was rolling around on the ground, in a state that was worse than death.
Seeing Ren Yun about to blind Ye Feng's eyes with a sword, Ling Yun and Tang Jun on the side gloated over the misfortune.
The two of them also followed Ren Yun and echoed him.
"Blind him, blind him..."
With a whoosh, the tip of the sword in Ren Yun's hand met the airflow in the space, shaking out a dazzling sword light.
The sword light was imprinted in Ren Yun's eyes, exuding a menacing aura.
Just as Ren Yun was about to pierce Ye Feng's eyes with a sword, the elder suddenly took action and stopped Ren Yun.
When Ren Yun saw that it was his father who blocked his sword, he was shocked and said, "Dad! Let your daughter blind the eyes of this beast!"
The elder shook his head, sighed, and said, "Ren Yun! He is now a useless man with no spirit. Seeing that he is living a life worse than death, let's just forget it! Let's spare him while we can!"
"Dad! You can't let him go, you can't let him go, otherwise I won't be able to live in this world! Dad, please agree to my daughter's request!"
The elder said, "Forget it, let's be merciful! There are only four of us here. As long as we keep it a secret, today's events will definitely not be leaked out!"
The elder suddenly wanted to release Ye Feng.
This made Ren Yun, Ling Yun and Tang Jun who were present look at him in surprise.
Because they all knew that the elder was a man who hated evil. He would never let go of anyone who had committed the most heinous crime. Likewise, he would not hesitate to sacrifice his own life to help those who were kind-hearted.
Ye Feng broke into Ren Yun's boudoir and desecrated her innocence. According to the elder's usual character, not only would he not stop Ren Yun from blinding Ye Feng's eyes, he would even encourage Ren Yun to kill her with a sword.
Ren Yun said with a face full of grievance: "Dad! Dad! Are you going to show leniency to those who are bad to your daughter?"
Ling Yun and Tang Jun remained silent. They were both paying close attention to the changes in the elder's expression, expecting to hear the elder shout, "Kill him!"
However, what they were expecting were words like these from the elder.
The elder silently glanced at Ye Feng, who was living a miserable life, and said, "Ren Yun, don't say anything! I will never change my decision!"
After he finished speaking, he shouted, "Come here, take Ye Feng away and lock him up. Send him to the slave barracks tomorrow!"
Although Ling Yun and Tang Jun were unwilling to accept the elders' decision, they did not dare to say a word after hearing the elders' order.
The only one who still talked about blinding Ye Feng's eyes was Ren Yun.
The elder looked at Ren Yun's grief and anger, nodded to the two Shenqimen disciples who came in, and asked them to take Ye Feng away.
After watching the two disciples drag Ye Feng up from the ground and drag him out of the hall.
Ren Yun said loudly and aggrievedly: "Dad! I beg you, please tear out his eyes! Dad..."
The elder ignored Ren Yun, turned away, and left the hall.
In the entire hall, only Ren Yun, Ling Yun and Tang Jun were left.
Ling Yun looked at Ren Yun's face full of grievance and unwillingness, and said: "Junior sister! Don't worry, as long as you say a word, I will do it for you even if I die!"
Ren Yun said: "Brother, I want Ye Feng dead!"
After hearing Ren Yun shouting three times in a row that he wanted Ye Feng to die, Ling Yun said, "Junior sister, please rest assured, I will definitely help you achieve your wish!"
After that, Ling Yun and Tang Jun also bid farewell to Ren Yun and left the hall.
Ye Feng was taken to a residence in the Shenqi Sect where disciples who had committed mistakes were detained.
When they were walking with Ye Feng in the Shenqimen courtyard, the Shenqimen disciples who were walking in groups of three or four saw this scene.
When they saw Ye Feng’s face was pale and he was dragged away by two disciples with his arms behind his back, they all showed expressions of astonishment.
Because they couldn't believe how Ye Feng, who was so highly regarded by the elders, could suddenly become so embarrassed.
They whispered and looked at each other in horror.
"Didn't the elder think so highly of him? How could he suddenly end up like this?!"
"Yes! Originally at the examination site, the elders thought highly of him. Today, he defeated Yang Lin. Logically, he should be thought of even more highly. Why was he beaten so badly and treated like a prisoner?"
"See if he dares to act arrogantly in front of us again. Hmph! This is what he deserves, such an arrogant guy."
With a creaking sound, an old wooden door with peeling black paint was pulled open by two disciples.
The two disciples looked gloating. They kicked Ye Feng into the wooden house with one foot each, and said disdainfully: "Humph! What a jerk! You think you can open a dyeing factory after being given a little color. What do you think of our Shenqi Sect?"
With a thud, Ye Feng was kicked to the ground of the wooden house by two disciples. They scolded Ye Feng again and then slammed the wooden door shut.
Ye Feng, who was kicked into the wooden house, could still strongly feel the raging fire burning all over his body.
Fire! Heat!
Ye Feng felt that all the tendons and veins in his body, as well as his skin and flesh, were rapidly expanding, as if they were about to burst.
"Young Master Ye, Young Master Ye... can you hear me?" Wang Wei in the Qiankun Mirror called out repeatedly.
At this moment, if Ye Feng was not born with the Dragon Martial Body and the help and support of nine refining dragons, any other warrior who did not have the Dragon Martial Body would have collapsed long ago.
Ye Feng gritted his teeth and answered Wang Wei with six words.
"It's painful, life is worse than death!"
When Wang Wei heard that Ye Feng was still able to speak, she said, "Master Ye, they forced you to take the Loss of Mind Powder!"
"What is the Loss of Mind Powder!" Ye Feng said gritting his teeth.
“The so-called Loss of Mind Powder is a supreme poison in the world of Refining Master. As long as a warrior takes the Loss of Mind Powder, no matter how high your cultivation is, before you become a demigod, at the very least your spiritual energy and cultivation, as well as your spiritual veins will be destroyed, turning you into a useless person! In serious cases, you will die on the spot because of the loss of your spirit.” Wang Wei said.
"Demigod! Is it only a demigod who can resist the Loss of Mind Powder?" Ye Feng said.
After he finished speaking, he banged his head against the pillar of the wooden house. He was definitely not looking for death, he was just in excruciating pain!
With ten thousand years of practice, Wang Wei has already felt that the spiritual energy in her body is being continuously drained away.
When she saw Ye Feng in excruciating pain and banging his head against the wooden pillar, Wang Wei herself didn't know why she suddenly had a strange idea.
The idea is that instead of seeing Ye Feng in excruciating pain and living a life worse than death, it is better to give it a try, maybe there is still hope.
Ye Feng is already a warrior who has cultivated the fifth-level godhood, and he is only one step away from becoming a demigod in the realm of refining honor.
Only after he has cultivated himself into a demigod can he save Ye Feng.
So, Wang Wei finally made up her mind and said, "Master Ye, we have no choice now. We can only fight to the death. Maybe you still have a chance to survive. Otherwise, even if you don't die, you will be a useless waste!"
"Wang Wei! Let's start! Even if I die, I, Ye Feng, will fight to the death!" Ye Feng said.
Wang Wei said, "Master Ye, to receive the spatial patterns of the divine nature, you need to be able to calm your mind and have no distracting thoughts. Can you do it now?"
"If you are not afraid of death, what else should I, Ye Feng, worry about? Let's start!" Ye Feng said.
Hearing Ye Feng's persistence and determination, and feeling the continuous loss of spiritual energy in his body, Wang Wei activated the Qiankun Mirror and began to transmit the spatial patterns of the sixth-level divine nature of the Thunder God to Ye Feng.
At this moment, Ye Feng endured all the pain in his heart, calmed his mind, eliminated all distractions, and began to receive the spatial patterns of the Thunder Godhead that Wang Wei transmitted to him.
This time, the transmission of the divine space pattern was a huge risk for Ye Feng.
Originally, even if Ye Feng was not injured, because after breaking three kinds of divine natures in succession in the back mountain of Shenqi Gate, the divine energy in his body was consumed too much, and he could no longer receive the spatial patterns of the divine nature.
The so-called spatial patterns of the divine nature, among the nine levels of divine nature, the higher the level of divine nature, the more difficult it will be to cultivate.
However, not only has Ye Feng not recovered his spirit, but the spirit in his body has also suffered severe damage, so he once again receives the spatial patterns of the sixth-level Thunder Godhead.
In fact, for Ye Feng, it is also a danger of death.
When Wang Wei activated the Qiankun Mirror, Ye Feng sat on the ground in full concentration, sweat pouring down his forehead. It could be said that he had used up all his strength and eliminated all distracting thoughts in his mind.
In the blink of an eye, when the Qiankun Mirror in Ye Feng's arms emitted golden light, Wang Wei had already begun to transmit the Thunder Godhood to Ye Feng.
The moment Wang Wei transmitted the patterns of the divine space into Ye Feng's blood, Ye Feng, who was sweating profusely, suddenly felt even more uncomfortable in his heart.
The spatial patterns that were transmitted in and the spiritual energy that was driven out by the Loss of Mind were colliding violently.
Biting and struggling again.
Wang Wei felt Ye Feng's current situation, but she didn't dare to retreat halfway.
Because she knew that if she retreated halfway, Ye Feng would definitely die.
Feeling how uncomfortable Ye Feng was, Wang Wei did not dare to speed up, because Ye Feng's body was already barely able to receive the spatial patterns of the sixth-level godhood. If she sped up any further, it would do more harm than good to Ye Feng.
Ye Feng said nothing, his eyes closed, enduring pain that ordinary people could not bear.
Sweat was pouring down his pale face.
Finally, Ye Feng successfully received all the spatial patterns of the sixth-level godhood, and then slowly opened his eyes.
Wang Wei sighed and said, "Master Ye, you have passed the first level, but now there is still the second level. You must cultivate the Thunder Godhood before your own spirit is completely consumed, otherwise it will be useless! It will not change the outcome at all!"
Ye Feng nodded, suppressed the pain in his body, and closed his eyes tightly again. He used his spiritual energy and the patterns to open the divine space to begin to open the space gate of the sixth-level Thunder Godhead.