Sword of Destruction
When he stepped into the eighth level, Ye Fei was no longer facing the pressure of the ocean. Instead, it was the pressure of the heavens and the earth. It was as if the heavens and the earth were pressing down on Ye Fei.
Dong dong dong!
Suddenly, the sound of war drums could be heard from Ye Fei's body. His boiling blood was beating like a war drum. His tendons and bones were constantly stretched and deformed under the pressure of the heavens and the earth.
Ye Fei even suspected that if he continued to advance, his body would be crushed into pieces by the power of the heavens and the earth. However, when he thought about the Dragon Turtle's perseverance and the bloodline in his body that he couldn't control, Ye Fei's gaze suddenly became resolute.
If I want to surpass the geniuses of the Middle Ground, if I want to let my friends and family have a better foothold in the Heaven Realm, I have to become stronger! No matter what, the bloodline in my body has to be awakened! Ye Fei's footsteps became heavy.
He was like an ant that carried the heavens and the earth on his back as he continued to advance. During this process, the pressure of the eighth level caused Ye Fei's Sky Palace to be squeezed. At the same time, his Fate Wheel and his Sky Bridge shook and swayed at the same time, as if they were about to collapse.
The most painful one was Ye Fei's soul. The pressure of the heavens and the earth not only caused his body pain, but it also caused his soul to feel as if it was about to be torn apart. This kind of pain wasn't something that an ordinary person could endure.
Seeing that Ye Fei seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure of the heavens and the earth, Xiao Cao couldn't bear it anymore. He planned to secretly stop the Divine Inscriptions.
"Xiao Cao, don't stop. Continue reversing the Divine Inscriptions!" Ye Fei looked at Xiao Cao with a resolute gaze and shook his head. This Bloodline Pagoda might be the best chance to break the seal in his body. If he missed it, Ye Fei really didn't know if he would have a second chance like this.
Therefore, he had to grasp this opportunity, even if he had to pay a painful price.
Ye Fei continued forward, carrying this world on his back. He was like an ascetic monk, like a foolish old man moving mountains. Pain was everywhere. The tearing pain of his soul almost turned from an illusion to reality. But Ye Fei seemed to feel nothing. His eyes were red as he resolutely walked forward step by step.
And as Ye Fei continued onward, the rumbling of the battle drums in his body suddenly transformed into the divine music of heaven and earth. In the void, there seemed to be an invisible river boiling and surging. If one listened carefully, they would realize that this wasn't the sound of a river, but rather, the sound of Ye Fei's bloodline.
After all, the pressure on the eighth level was eighty times greater than the pressure on the seventh level. This kind of pressure was enough to crush a mountain into dust. No matter how strong Ye Fei's bloodline seal was, it still underwent certain changes under the pressure of heaven and earth.
The first change occurred in Ye Fei's mind. In his mind, there was suddenly an intermittent stream of information.
Ye Fei, who had once stimulated a Divine Tribulation, naturally understood that this information was actually his Natural Mystique. Different bloodlines had different Bloodline Mystiques. As a martial artist's bloodline strengthened, these Mystiques would constantly become stronger!
At this moment, under the terrifying pressure of the eighth level, Ye Fei's bloodline seal was finally unable to withstand it. He had no choice but to reveal a trace of his Natural Mystique.
And when he sensed this information, Ye Fei's pained mood became uplifted. He carried the world on his back as he advanced. What he was afraid of was not pain. What he was afraid of was not being able to break the seal in his body.
Fortunately, Ye Fei had already tempered a will that was more indestructible than steel. It was also this will that supported and encouraged him.
Finally, when he stepped into the middle of the eighth level, Ye Fei's blood roared. His bloodline suddenly burned like a raging fire.
And as his bloodline burned, Ye Fei suddenly felt that the pressure around him was no longer so terrifying. At the same time, more information intermittently flowed into his mind.
He did not continue forward. Instead, he instantly grasped this information and sat down cross-legged in the space of the eighth level. He began to comprehend and organize this information.
Boom!
The divine inscription array on the eighth level was constantly absorbing the most violent energy through the Earth Core Fiery Eye. It continued to provide the pressure of heaven and earth. This pressure caused Ye Fei to instantly become undistracted. He could only squeeze out all his means to comprehend this information and stimulate his bloodline.
Two hours passed. Four hours passed. Very quickly, six hours passed. It seemed that the pressure around him was about to destroy Ye Fei's sky palace.
Suddenly, an even more resplendent layer of blood-red light erupted from Ye Fei's body. At the same time, the intermittent information in Ye Fei's mind was quickly organized by Ye Fei and completed his deduction!
Finally, what appeared in Ye Fei's mind was no longer scattered information. It was a powerful Connate Mystique. However, this Mystique was not the God's Tribulation that Ye Fei had used before. It was a sword technique Mystique called the Sword of Slaughter!
"How can it be the Sword of Slaughter? Where did the powerful God's Tribulation go? " Ye Fei was very confused, but he did not think too much about it. After all, he could not control the God's Tribulation. He could only use it subconsciously. As for the Sword of Slaughter, Ye Fei felt as if he had been born with it the moment he comprehended it.
This was the most amazing thing about a Natural Mystique. Now, Ye Fei had finally mastered his own Natural Mystique.
"Sword of Slaughter!"
Ye Fei suddenly stood up. The moment he comprehended the Mystique, he took out his Darksteel Heavy Sword and slashed it forward. A blood-red sword light turned into a sea of blood that swept out in all directions. It destroyed the heavens and severed the earth!
Rumble!
The entire Bloodline Pagoda trembled and shook under Ye Fei's sword. This also made Bai Shizhong, who had come to deliver the steamed buns, extremely confused. "Strange. This kid hasn't cursed or spoken for the past few days. He also ignored my sister when she came to deliver food. Could it be that he has realized that he can't escape and has given up?"
Bai Shizhong was a little curious. Unfortunately, the Bloodline Pagoda could not only block his vision, but also his divine sense. In the end, Bai Shizhong found his conscience and stopped throwing rotten steamed buns. Instead, he threw a piece of leftover steamed bun in a good mood.
"I'm going to torture this kid. Let's see if he still dares to seduce my sister." Bai Shizhong left in a proud and aloof manner.
Within the Bloodline Pagoda, Ye Fei was also grinning from ear to ear. In the past, although he had broken through to the Lord Of Heaven, he did not have a suitable Mystique to use most of the time. He could only rely on his brute strength to defeat his opponents.
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