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Eightfold Wu Jun
"What? Sect Master, you're planning to annihilate the Divine Fist Sect?"
"No wonder. It's a pity that we couldn't capture the young master of the Divine Fist Sect. Otherwise, the Divine Fist Sect would've been annihilated long ago."
"Sect Master, what should we do now? Should we gather our men and attack the Divine Fist Sect? "
The elders of the Sky Sword Sect gave their suggestions.
Sect Master Wang Hong neither nodded nor shook his head. He just sat on the chair with his eyes closed, as if he was waiting for something. This wait lasted for three whole days.
On the shore, the Divine Dragon Island Lord sighed and shook his head. "Wang Hong, that old man, he's still putting on airs even when disaster is imminent! However, while the Heavenly Sword Sect can afford it, my Divine Dragon Island can't. A true man knows when to yield and when to stand tall. This time, I lowered my head to Wang Hong. Soon, all the martial artists in the entire Chaotic Sea will have to lower their heads to me! "
Putting away his fishing rod, Demon Cloud Old Man took a deep look at the bottom of the Divine Dragon Island. A strong sense of confidence flashed across his body.
Rumble!
Soon, a huge demonic cloud floated in the sky above the Sky Sword Sect. Sitting on the chair, Wang Hong finally opened his eyes. A smug and mocking expression flashed across his face.
"Demon Cloud Old Man, didn't you want to sit on the fishing platform and watch the war between our two sects? You're a little early!"
Only now did the elders of the Sky Sword Sect know that the Sect Master didn't make a move because he was waiting for the Divine Dragon Island to declare their stance. After all, the Sky Sword Sect and the Divine Dragon Island were both major sects.
If they were to join forces, they would have to decide who would be in the lead. Therefore, Wang Hong and Demon Cloud Old Man were both biding their time.
The one who bowed first would definitely be in a subordinate position.
In the end, Demon Cloud Old Man was the first to lose his cool. After all, he was old and didn't have much lifespan left. Only by killing Ye Fei as soon as possible and obtaining the Sage Sect's inheritance would he be able to break through earlier and gain more lifespan.
Therefore, Demon Cloud Old Man did not get angry when he heard Wang Hong's ridicule. Instead, he smiled bitterly and said to Wang Hong, "Brother Wang, that Ye Fei is not an ordinary person. In order to deal with us, the Divine Fist Sect will definitely do their best to help Ye Fei improve his strength. The longer we delay, the more disadvantageous it will be for us!"
"Oh, Demon Cloud Old Man, what do you mean?" Wang Hong glanced at him indifferently.
An imperceptible anger flashed across the Demon Cloud Old Man's eyes, but he still lowered his head and cupped his hands. "Of course it's to invite the Heavenly Sword Sect's Sect Master to lead us as the leader of the Chaotic Ocean and exterminate the Divine Fist Sect, a traitor who defected to the North Region!"
…
Rumble!
Within the treasure vault, the rumbling sounds were unceasing. As Ye Fei cultivated deeper, even the safest treasure vault of the Divine Fist Sect showed signs of collapsing.
This also frightened the group of Divine Dragon Island's elders.
"What kind of skill is Elder Ye practicing? Just the aura he's emitting is already so terrifying!"
"It's over. Our treasury won't be unable to withstand it and directly explode, right? That's our foundation for hundreds of years!"
Xia Jun was also alarmed by Ye Fei's cultivation. He walked over and looked at the shaking treasury enviously. "As expected of Brother Ye. Even cultivation can cause such a big commotion. If Brother Ye can accompany me to the Central Province, my dream of establishing a country of women will definitely be realized!"
"Brat, what nonsense are you talking about again? Look at Ye Fei, and then look at yourself. If you don't cultivate properly, I'll beat you to death today!"
Suddenly, Xia Feng walked over. Without saying a word, he grabbed Xia Jun and threw him into the sky. Countless slaps formed a hurricane and crazily hit Xia Jun.
Xia Jun screamed on the spot. "Father, am I really your biological son? Every time I come back, you either hit or kick me …"
"Brat, you still dare to be stubborn! Who told you to be born with a physique that's asking for a beating. If I don't beat you harder, when we go to the Central Province, I estimate that you won't be able to live for more than a year. Don't just stand there, come over and beat him hard! "
Xia Feng was not satisfied with beating his son, he also called the surrounding elders to join in. In the end, even Zhao Shinian, Jing Wushou and the others could not resist the temptation of beating up the Young Master. They also excitedly rushed over and beat Xia Jun.
… …
"Strange, why do I seem to hear Xia Jun's screams, could it be that I've been cultivating too hard and am hallucinating." In the treasury, Ye Fei slowly opened his eyes.
After a week of continuous, sleepless cultivation, he finally completely refined the five million high-grade spirit stones in front of him.
If it were other martial artists, absorbing such a large amount of spiritual qi in such a short period of time, they would have already exploded on the spot or gone mad.
But Ye Fei was different. He had twelve primordial spirits in his body. Although five million high-grade spirit stones was an exaggeration, but if the twelve primordial spirits were to absorb at the same time, Ye Fei could still persist.
"Unfortunately, even five million high-grade spirit stones can only allow me to forcibly break through to the eighth level of Wu Jun. If I want to break through to the ninth level, I estimate that I will need another five million. As for the tenth level of Wu Jun, I estimate that without ten million high-grade spirit stones, I won't be able to break through."
Ye Fei very gloomily checked his cultivation level. The higher his cultivation level, the more he felt the drawbacks of the cultivation of the primordial spirit.
At this time, he finally understood why primordial spirit martial artists only appeared in ancient times. In the current Tianwu continent, even the geniuses of the Central Province, many of them cultivated a single primordial spirit.
The reason was that the more primordial spirits one had, the more difficult it was to break through to the next level.
If it were the same five million high-grade spirit stones, if it were Wu Jun who cultivated a single primordial spirit, without considering the consequences of forcibly breaking through, it would be completely possible for him to instantly break through from the first level of Wu Jun to the tenth level of Wu Jun in a short period of time.
However, Ye Fei could not do so. Every increase in the twelve primordial spirits required a shocking amount of energy. This was after Ye Fei had tried his best to conserve energy. He had only managed to raise his cultivation level from the fifth level of Wu Jun to the eighth level of Wu Jun. If he wanted to continue raising his cultivation level, even if his physical body could endure it, the spirit stones would not be able to.
Especially now that the Tianwu continent was still in a period of extreme scarcity of spirit stones, this was definitely a nightmare for martial artists who cultivated multiple primordial spirits.
Sensing the amount of spirit stones needed to break through to the next level, Ye Fei now had a feeling of wanting to cry but had no tears to shed.
"Even a big sect like the Divine Fist Sect can only take out five million high-grade spirit stones, this is already the limit. If I tell the Divine Fist Sect that I need fifteen million high-grade spirit stones to break through to the tenth level of Wu Jun, the elders of the Divine Fist Sect will definitely drive me away."
"But without enough spirit stones, how can I continue to raise my cultivation level? Should I borrow more spirit stones from Xiao Cao?" Ye Fei secretly glanced at Xiao Cao who was playing next to him and quickly lowered his head dejectedly.
Ye Fei was very depressed to find that while he was cultivating, Xiao Cao had already eaten the five hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones like biscuits. Now, Xiao Cao was lying on the ground with a bulging belly, covered with a small blanket and sleeping soundly.
"Damn, Xiao Cao can eat too much! It seems that unless I destroy the three big sects, I will not be able to break through to the tenth level of Wu Jun in a short period of time. "
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