However, they did not have the powerful analytical ability of the mysterious space. Moreover, even if they had, they did not have Ye Xiwen's courage. Almost thousands of God Source were burning crazily.
Only then could they support such a crazy analysis of the Dharma shadow.
The others could not do it at all.
They soon discovered that they couldn't do what Ye Xiwen did. In other words, they didn't know what kind of means Ye Xiwen was using to profit. They could only watch helplessly as Ye Xiwen wantonly slaughtered these phantoms, smashed them into pieces, and then absorbed them.
They knew that there might be some benefits that they did not know about, but they could not do anything about it. As for the possibility that Ye Xiwen might be doing a good deed to help them get rid of the Dharma shadow, they did not even think of such a thing. How could it be possible?
However, it was not that no one had other thoughts. They collected all these fragments. Perhaps it would be beneficial in the future. Some people even began to collect these shadows purely to stop Ye Xiwen.
Although it was only a minority, most people's goal was the huge coffin in the center. They did not have much time left.
The Celestial Tribe army behind continued to rush over. They could already see the scouts appearing, but most people did not have the mood to care about these scouts.
Naturally, he would not be merciful to those who tried to stop Ye Xiwen.
He immediately rushed out and rushed in front of a person who was still collecting these fragments.
"Die!"
He threw a punch and a terrifying Martial Dao torrent was released, blasting the beginning-stage immortal-level powerhouse.
The beginner immortal-level God only felt a terrifying pressure that he had never felt before on the spot. He instantly knelt down.
"No, you can't kill me, I am …" Before he could finish his words, he was blasted into pieces by Ye Xiwen's punch. His primordial spirit was destroyed. Being blasted into such a state, even an Imperishable Level expert's primordial spirit would be greatly damaged, let alone an immortal-level God.
Then, very soon, several experts who did not believe in the supernatural died in Ye Xiwen's hands. He wanted to establish his authority.
Everyone quickly understood. Some people were looking at Ye Xiwen with hatred, but they didn't dare to continue to compete with him.
After all, these shadows might be beneficial, but they did not know about it. There was no need to sacrifice their lives for it.
Without these guys messing around, it was much easier for Ye Xiwen to collect the fragments of these shadows.
Basically, everything went very smoothly. As more and more information was analyzed, some memory fragments could be seen flashing in his mind from time to time.
On the battlefield of the Myriad Races, even the void was trembling. Terrifying power was everywhere, like a violent ocean, sweeping out wave after wave.
Battle cries filled the air, and blood could be seen everywhere.
These fragments of memories were basically from the perspective of the first person. He was surrounded everywhere, and several similarly tyrannical supreme existences surrounded him.
That kind of battle made Ye Xiwen shudder with fear.
With every raise of a hand or a lift of a foot, countless laws would burst forth from the void. Divine Kingdoms collided, and worlds were destroyed on the spot.
Countless stars instantly shattered, and the flames of life extinguished. Just how terrifying of a battle was this?
Apart from these memories, there was also some information about cultivation comprehension. Although they were some intermittent and did not connect the heaven dao comprehension, the comprehension of a top powerhouse who was half a step into the dao, even if it was just a little bit, was very useful to Ye Xiwen.
His strength was also constantly improving, and the more he comprehended, the faster his strength improved. He was rapidly approaching the peak late-stage of immortal-level.
At the same time, there was an extremely tyrannical fist technique in these memories. It was called the Ten Thousand Technique Creation Fist. This fist technique was very impressive, and it was a fist technique that the Ten Thousand Technique King had comprehended himself. From these scattered memories, Ye Xiwen could see that the reason the Ten Thousand Technique King was known as the most tyrannical titled powerhouse was that although he failed to break through to the Emperor level, he survived. He was much more tyrannical than ordinary titled powerhouses.
This fist technique was comprehended when he was breaking through to the Emperor level. Although he failed, its power was almost comparable to the martial arts of the Emperor level. It was very impressive. If it could be used with the Ten Thousand Technique Roulette, its power would rise to a whole new level.
However, in these memories, there was too little information about the Ten Thousand Technique Creation Fist. Ye Xiwen could only rely on the mysterious space to deduce it himself.
However, as he killed more and more phantoms, his strength became stronger and stronger, and the information about the Ten Thousand Technique Creation Fist also increased. A bit of the aura of the Heavenly Tribe also appeared on his body. Since the Ten Thousand Technique King was a powerhouse of the Heavenly Tribe, cultivating his martial arts would naturally have the aura of the Heavenly Tribe. This was not strange.
The killing continued. When Ye Xiwen killed thousands of dharma phantoms, Sheng Wufa and the Heaven Hunter Sect disciple had also killed their way to the deepest part of the tomb. They were only a little distance away from the tomb.
At this time, the civil war between the many gods became more intense. No one wanted to let others take advantage of them, and more and more powerhouses were killed.
Unknowingly, the blood had disappeared, as if it had been absorbed by something. No one noticed it.
Even Ye Xiwen didn't notice it. He thought that the blood had been absorbed by those Dharma Shadow. However, he had only guessed a part of it. He discovered that the blood on the ground was still disappearing at an astonishing speed when he killed those Dharma Shadow. That was God's Blood. It was priceless in the outside world. Countless people wanted to spend all their wealth to buy it, but they couldn't buy it even if they wanted to.
"Oh no, could it be some kind of conspiracy?!" Ye Xiwen frowned, but he only frowned slightly. While the others were still killing, he did not stay idle. Finally, he absorbed all the dharma phantoms. Although it was only a preliminary analysis, it was enough to push his cultivation to the peak of the late immortal-level. He was only a little bit away from the peak of the immortal-level.
With these memories of the Ten Thousand Technique King, Ye Xiwen directly saved decades or even hundreds of years of time.
He even deduced a part of the Ten Thousand Techniques Creation Fist. Of course, the premise was that he had used up more than 700,000 divine sources in his hands, and only tens of thousands of divine sources were left.
However, he did not regret it. Only strength was the most important.
His strength was stronger than before, so naturally, he was more confident.
"You two be careful. I'm afraid there might be some changes!" He transmitted his voice to Mu Yunxi and Mo Ganna. The two of them were among the few who did not lose their heads.
After giving the instructions, Ye Xiwen was about to take action. Suddenly, he heard a loud roar. Many celestial warriors had already poured into the hall. It seemed like there was no end to them.
Many gods who were fighting immediately stopped. Everyone was stunned. Although they had already expected this, they were still a little stunned when they faced this moment.
They had been forced into a dead end, and there was no way out.
Chang Muxu appeared in front of everyone with a sneer on his face. He said, "As expected of a motley crew. As long as you are given a little space, you will kill each other. Originally, I was worried about the blood sacrifice. Now, it seems that I don't need it anymore. I'll just kill all of you!"
At this time, everyone finally realized that something was wrong. However, they could not care so much at this time.
It was not that many people had not thought of this, but they had been blinded by the benefits. Perhaps they were hoping for a fluke.
"You motley crew want to touch the Ten Thousand Techniques King? You are really courting death. Kill them all!" Chang Muxu sneered. He took a step forward and crossed over on the spot. It was as if he had crossed the past and future of time. In an instant, he rushed in front of the coffin and directly caught up with Sheng Wu Fa and the Heaven Hunter Sect disciple.
The two of them were still fighting. Compared to the celestial race that had not appeared for countless years, the two forces were the real mortal enemies. They had a deep blood feud.
"Rumble!"
The three of them directly fought. Chang Muxu relied on his own strength to block the two of them outside. He was taking advantage of the fact that the two of them were fighting endlessly.
Amidst the violent explosion in the sky, the ground shook violently. An array appeared under everyone's feet and countless rays of light burst out.
Amidst these rays of light, above the coffin, an incomparably huge roulette slowly rose up. There were countless simple and unadorned patterns carved on it. These patterns formed a huge phantom, the incarnation of a matchless character.
The silver-white roulette looked elegant and noble. The patterns shuttled back and forth on the entire roulette, forming a simple and unadorned pattern that no one could understand.
"Ten Thousand Technique Roulette!"
Everyone's breathing suddenly became heavy. They had been fighting for so long, wasn't it for this Ten Thousand Technique Roulette?
Everyone's gazes fell on the Ten Thousand Spell Roulette and they all rushed over.
"Attack!" At this time, there was another loud shout. The black figure beside Chang Muxu roared, and many of the Celestial Clan warriors charged in to fight with the Gods.
Many of them were only at the peak of Demigod Realm, but they relied on battle formations to fight the gods.
Many of the Celestial Race's deities directly charged in and killed a large number of them.
It was simply impossible for these people to rush over and help.
That black shadow had already rushed in front of Sheng Wu Fa and the Heaven Hunter Sect disciple, stopping them and shouting, "Young Master, leave this place to me. Wait until you subdue the Ten Thousand Technique Roulette, then suppress them!"
"You want to subdue the Ten Thousand Technique Roulette? Have you asked for my permission?!"
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