Spiritual Qi raged around the Demonic Tripod. A powerful pressure pressed down on Ye Futian.
At this moment, Ye Futian's body was like that of a beast. He withstood the terrifying pressure.
The Divine Ape straightened its back and the Demonic Tripod rose bit by bit. The higher it rose, the stronger the pressure.
After a while, the Demonic Tripod rose one foot. Many people stared at Ye Futian. As expected of a Cottage disciple, his moves were extraordinary. He'd raised the Demonic Tripod by one foot.
Moreover, Ye Futian's body didn't even touch the Demonic Tripod directly. He seemed to be using his Dharma to create a beast to hold up the tripod.
The patterns on the Demonic Tripod shone. The demon patterns flowed with frightening light. A formless power descended on the Demonic Tripod, making it weigh thousands of kilograms. It crushed everything. At the same time, a terrifying demonic intent rushed into Ye Futian's mind, turning into formless pressure.
The Demonic Tripod's pressure went from formless to tangible. The stronger the resistance, the more terrifying the pressure. It could infinitely increase the Demonic Tripod's pressure.
Ye Futian's movement was slow but he didn't stop. The Demonic Tripod continued to rise bit by bit. He didn't dare to raise it all at once. The more intense he was, the stronger the backlash would be. If he suddenly broke through his body's limit, he'd be dead.
The Demonic Tripod was infamous. It could really kill the person lifting it.
When the Demonic Tripod reached two feet, the pressure was even stronger. Images of demons seemed to appear in Ye Futian's mind. A terrifying force pressed down on his body. This was a heavy artifact from the previous dynasty. It could suppress everything.
Ye Futian felt the pressure. The powerful intent in his mind fought against the descending demonic intent. He used the emperor's intent to protect his body. Terrifying light flowed over him. He was unparalleled.
But now, the Demonic Tripod stopped. Ye Futian didn't continue. The power from the Demonic Tripod was already strong enough. He could continue but he didn't.
His powerful intent protected his mind from being destroyed. At the same time, his spiritual intent felt the power of the Demonic Tripod. Inadvertently, his intent invaded the Demonic Tripod. It was like entering a demon's world.
After a while, Ye Futian's will retreated. He was unable to borrow too much power from the will of the emperor. He was unable to resist the will of the demon god inside, but he was able to protect his own will from being destroyed.
Boundless light descended upon his body, and a powerful will rushed into his mind. He actually activated his body refining technique, and there seemed to be a real dragon rampaging in his body, a golden-winged Roc appeared, and a Divine Ape roared, using the external force to cleanse his body.
Liu Feiyang was right. The Demonic Tripod could indeed be used to refine one's body.
However, ordinary people wouldn't do that. After all, how many people could last under the Demonic Tripod?
Only those top monstrous geniuses could do that.
Ye Futian didn't move. He let the Demonic Tripod hover two feet in the air. He closed his eyes and let the endless power wash his body.
Therefore, to outsiders, it looked like Ye Futian was using his technique to resist the suppression of the Demonic Tripod.
"Only two feet?"
Someone discussed in a low voice. If someone else could do this, it would be very impressive. However, it was Ye Futian who was lifting the tripod. Two feet wasn't something to be proud of.
But on second thought, Ye Futian's cultivation wasn't high after all. It was already very difficult for him to lift the tripod two feet. They probably had too high expectations of the Cottage disciples.
However, they saw that Ye Futian stood there without moving. He seemed to be in a stalemate with the Demonic Tripod, continuously enduring its suppression.
"What is he doing?"
"Does he want to continue trying?"
Someone discussed. Just then, Ye Futian moved again. The Demonic Tripod rose a bit again, and his body rumbled. Even his blood seemed to be roaring, as if he was under extreme pressure.
"It seems that he's not satisfied," someone from the Donghua Clan said, smiling.
But so what? The higher the Demonic Tripod went, the more difficult it would be. It would be difficult for Ye Futian to continue.
After another while, the Divine Ape image on Ye Futian's body rose another inch, and the pressure was even stronger.
His eyes were tightly closed, and sweat appeared on his body.
"Even the Cottage disciples are so cautious?" Yin Mo said coolly, looking at Ye Futian. He actually hoped that Ye Futian would be more aggressive. If he was so careful and tried bit by bit, the Demonic Tripod wouldn't be able to kill him directly.
Of course, if Ye Futian didn't give up and suddenly collapsed, it would also be a disaster.
Everyone had their own thoughts, but Ye Futian had no distractions right now. He was immersed in his own cultivation. He used the body-enhancing technique and kept refining his body, using the Demonic Tripod's pressure. Moreover, he would raise the tripod every once in a while. He was strengthening himself so that he could maintain the best condition for cultivation.
Finally, when the Demonic Tripod rose to two feet and five inches, Ye Futian's body felt like it was about to explode. The terrifying storm hammered against his body. His entire body tensed up as if it had reached a critical point.
An invisible force rose against the wind. The Spiritual Qi gathered into a terrifying storm. Ye Futian opened his eyes and looked up. The Divine Ape roared, its hands seeming to be holding up the sky.
Endless physical strength exploded from Ye Futian's body. The terrifying power hit the Demonic Tripod, causing it to rise quickly.
Seeing this scene, Yin Mo's eyes flashed with a terrifying sharpness. He was looking forward to seeing this scene.
However, when boundless power exploded from Ye Futian's body, he flashed and walked out from under the Demonic Tripod like a Roc with golden wings.
The power exploded from the Demonic Tripod hit empty air and then landed heavily on the ground. The earth shook like an earthquake.
"Three feet." Everyone saw the final height of the Demonic Tripod. Three feet. Was that Ye Futian's limit after using all his strength?
Also, in a sense, Ye Futian hadn't lifted the tripod three feet. He'd escaped the moment he released his power.
"The top talents of the Qin Dynasty and Donghua Clan also lifted the tripod three feet," Yin Mo said. Hearing this, everyone's eyes flashed. Ye Futian's plane was low but he was close to those people.
But the Arhat was the strongest.
Ye Futian glanced at Yin Mo and smiled. He didn't say anything. At that moment, his body had broken through the limit, his body refinement technique had a breakthrough, and his martial arts had a breakthrough.
At the moment, he felt extremely comfortable. As for lifting the tripod … If he couldn't cultivate, was there any point?
So what if it was three feet? So what if it was four feet? A low-key person like him wouldn't care about others' opinions.
He stared at the Demonic Tripod with burning eyes. It was a great treasure but he couldn't take it away.
"You guys go try?" Ye Futian walked back to Ye Wuchen and the others.
Ye Wuchen shook his head. He was a pure swordsman. Lifting the tripod wouldn't help his cultivation.
"Yu Sheng." Ye Futian looked at Yu Sheng. Yu Sheng nodded, obviously understanding. He walked towards the Demonic Tripod.
The Demonic Tripod was also suitable for him. It could refine his body.
"Yu Sheng from the Cottage."
Many gazes fell on Yu Sheng. He wasn't a disciple of the Cottage and called himself the woodcutter in the Qin Dynasty, but no one dared to look down on him.
Yu Sheng walked under the Demonic Tripod. He was burly and like Kua Shan, he grabbed the legs of the tripod. Then he exerted strength and the tripod was lifted.
A strong pressure came from the Demonic Tripod. Yu Sheng roared and the tripod continued to rise. Soon, it was one foot high.
Seeing this, Kua Shan's eyes froze. He was speechless. That guy was more powerful than him.
Tuoba Yun naturally shut up too. When Ye Futian lifted the tripod, he'd already shut up because he couldn't do it.
Similarly, the pressure descended. Yu Sheng's body glowed with a dark golden light as if he was wearing a layer of armor. He allowed the endless power to crush him. When the invisible demonic intent descended, his eyes became extremely demonic and frightening. They were like the eyes of a demon. His powerful intent was not afraid of anything. He continued to lift the Demonic Tripod.
Gradually, the tripod reached two feet high.
"What a terrifying power." Everyone stared at Yu Sheng. Dark golden demonic light flashed on his body. His physical strength was explosive and terrifying. He was still lifting the tripod.
Terrifying demonic will power rushed into Yu Sheng's will in a frenzy. Yu Sheng's own will was also extremely terrifying. His eyes seemed to have turned into demonic eyes, and faint whirlpools appeared on his dark golden skin, devouring the power that was pressing down on him. At the same time, his demonic will was devouring the attacking demonic will power bit by bit, as if he was refining it.
The tripod rose bit by bit. Two feet, one inch, two inches … until it was close to three feet.
Everyone's hearts trembled. It was close to three feet. It was already stronger than Ye Futian.
"Huh?" Ye Futian's eyes flashed. He could faintly sense an unusual aura. Using Freedom Meditation, he saw a shocking scene. The demonic power flowing through Yu Sheng's body seemed to resonate with the demonic power in the Demonic Tripod.
"This …"
Ye Futian knew that Yu Sheng's cultivation method was very suitable for lifting the tripod but he didn't expect this.
What level was the demonic technique that his godfather had given Yu Sheng? The tripod's power was about to be devoured and refined.
Yu Sheng's body was still rising. The tripod was already three feet high. It continued to rise without any signs of slowing down.
"What's going on?"
The surrounding cultivators were all shocked by this scene. At this moment, a terrifying light bloomed behind Yu Sheng. In the next moment, a huge pair of wings appeared, like the wings of a demon.
The huge demon wings flapped and Yu Sheng continued to rise. He lifted the tripod higher and higher.
Three feet, four feet … it kept rising.
At this moment, he'd already surpassed the Arhat. But it didn't seem to be his limit.
It also seemed like there was no limit.
A strange expression came over Ye Futian's face. Was he really going to take the Demonic Tripod away today?
If that was the case, he really had to thank the Yin Family!
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