On the ground under the sea, Ye Fan recovered a little bit of vitality, and spread out a trace of vitality, making countless demon souls covet more and more, but they did not dare to get close to him. They could only hide in the distance and stare at Ye Fan.

Inside the body, the soul crystal drives the heart and makes a powerful beating, allowing Ye Fan's energy to rejuvenate it.

In the soul crystal, dark clouds float quietly. As they surged, colorful lights flashed, and blood-colored light burst out, which was extremely strange.

The dark clouds slowly swallowed the blood-colored mist around them, and only sucked in a little bit at a time, and then stopped, rested, and refined for a long time. The speed was not fast, but it was very stable, and the breath became stronger quickly.

I don’t know how long it has passed, a consciousness suddenly passed through the huge space inside the soul crystal, as if it emerged out of thin air, but it was extremely majestic and vast. The entire space was shaking, and the blood-colored mist was turbulent, rolling up thousands of blood-colored waves.

"I... succeeded?"

Ye Fan's consciousness was shocked and unbelievable.

As the soul exploded and the fragments turned into light rain, he finally deeply realized the process of death. The severe pain penetrated into his soul, making people want to go crazy but unable to vent the slightest.

However, this is not the end. After the soul is broken and destroyed, what greets him is the depth and boundless, endless darkness, coldness, and silence.

The extremely clear, profound sense of loneliness, and the depressed feeling of death for eternity make people almost crazy.

Ye Fan wanted to break free, but he couldn't do it no matter what. Just like his body, he didn't move, only suffocating loneliness, coldness, and silence.

It was not long before Ye Fan felt that a mysterious and mysterious force had crossed the eternal time and space, penetrated through the darkness, illuminated the desperate space, and pulled him out of boundless silence and loneliness.

Then, he fell into drowsiness again and felt pain everywhere in his body. This pain originated from the depths of his soul and was deeply engraved in his soul, making it unforgettable.

This is pretty good, it's better than just falling into boundless darkness.

It was unknown how long it took for Ye Fan to wake up, and the severe pain had disappeared. His whole body was extremely comfortable, his whole body was comfortable, and his "body" was unprecedentedly light and agile.

At the same time, he also discovered the blood-colored mist in the soul crystal, and endless deafening shouts and roars, terrifying evil spirits, murderous intent, and fighting spirits surged in "into his ears".

The vast power of the vastness hit the shore like a storm, squeezing his soul, as if he wanted to tear him and crush him to pieces.

"Is this the immortal fighting spirit? It turns out that the evil spirit is so fierce that it is extremely violent."

Ye Fan's heart was shaking and found that this immortal fighting spirit was more than several times stronger than when he first came in.

Fortunately, he crossed the threshold of "Wan Ting Thunder Fighting Skills" and successfully broke it before establishing it. As he condensed the new soul, his soul level has also been several times improved.

"It seems to be a little risky. The powerful immortal fighting spirit that has exceeded the limit of my endurance. If you go a step further, I am afraid that my soul will never be able to condense again, and my true soul will be scattered."

Ye Fan smiled bitterly, still scared.

Whether it was the tearing of the soul, the shattering pain, or the sinking of the boundless darkness, the feeling that made people crazy made him frightened and extremely scared.

He is also an ordinary creature, not a monster that has lived billions of years old. Even he is afraid of such a terrible experience and never wants to experience it again.

In the seabed.

Ye Fan opened his eyes, and the purple phoenix ancestor's legs that Ming Mieru breathed were completely stabilized, emitting divine light, shocking billions of demon souls.

"Sheng, how long has it been?"

Ye Fan took a deep breath, and at this moment, he suddenly felt that the air was so wonderful and intoxicating.

"Five days and five nights."

Shang replied, and then said, "You have not had much time, and the remaining holy power is less than expected, because your soul breaks and loses control, and the holy power is consumed more."

Ye Fan smiled bitterly for a moment, pondered for a moment, and said, "How long can the remaining holy power be supported? Give me a specific time."

"Twenty-eight days have already counted the amount of your automatic recovery of holy power during this period."

Shang was silent and then said.

Ye Fan was mentally prepared and couldn't help but lose his mind at this moment.

The entire time calculated by Shang before was forty-eight days. He had to obtain the Purple Flame Stardust Monument within one month, and then spend a day coming out. There were seventeen days left to offset the risk.

But now, I have been sleeping for five days and spent fifteen more days. The time is extremely urgent, and even... it is no longer enough to support him in this journey.

"This is still possible, right?"

Ye Fan estimated it and was a little uncertain.

"It depends on your qualifications, luck, and perseverance. Most of the time, vitality is there."

Shang said.

"Okay, then let's try."

Ye Fan was very decisive and decided immediately.

Shang stopped saying anything and entered a deep sleep.

In the following days, Ye Fan could not provide it with holy power. Without holy power, it would wake up without any trouble. It would be more convenient and stable to sleep.

Ye Fan took a deep breath, and he activated the "Wan Ting Thunder Fighting Skills" and the small dark clouds in the soul crystal immediately sucked the blood-colored mist in the soul crystal space.

The essence of the immortal fighting spirit is the divine thoughts and the power of the soul that spread out from the Holy Lord, which is both harmful and beneficial.

If you cannot resist it, refining it will be a great disaster and a great disaster.

But if it can resist and has sufficiently powerful combat skills and secret techniques to refine it, it can replenish the soul. The powerful soul is an excellent supplement to the soul, no worse than some precious medicines.

This is a terrifying and dangerous place, and it is also a big treasure!

Ye Fan activated his combat skills, allowing the soul to swallow these immortal fighting spirits while resisting the terrible impact.

It's like a physical body, fighting, honing the body, salvaging the foundation, and swallowing pills.

Exercise outside and supplement inside, this is a way to maximize efficiency.

Of course, "Wan Ting Thunder Fighting Skills" is more rough and wild.

In just half a day, Ye Fan felt that he had made a big improvement. The dark clouds and souls kept blooming with brilliant colorful lights, with thunder rolling in them and roaring endlessly.

Whoosh-!

After Ye Fan's soul was raised a lot, he had moved out and stepped a distance of one foot before the soul could completely get used to this level of immortal fighting spirit.

boom!

In an instant, Ye Fan's body shook violently, like a giant mountain hitting his body. Blood burst out in seven orifices again, bleeding from the middle of his eyebrows, and a terrible crack appeared.

Ye Fan's body was shaking, almost falling down. A familiar severe pain surged out, sweeping across his body, making him tremble and tremble like a sieve.

This severe pain is really very conceivable. Ordinary creatures either faint or become crazy.

But Ye Fan insisted on it. Not only that, his mind was still clear and he tried his best to temper his soul.

Under such crazy tempering, Ye Fan's soul could hardly support it, and he could only force it to continue tempering.

In the soul crystal, the bloody waves were rich and violent. Ye Fan's dark clouds and soul were like a small boat in the vast ocean, turbulent, as if they would slap and shatter at any time.

Ye Fan gritted his teeth and activated his soul with all his strength, allowing the soul to swallow strands of blood mist.

Each time the dark clouds swallowed not much blood mist, but it is continuous and stable, and it quickly becomes stronger.

In this way, more than half a day passed, and Ye Fan stepped forward one zhang again.

This time, Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly stepped out one foot.

It was not until here that Ye Fan stopped, felt the huge pressure, and stopped to continue to strengthen his soul.

Such violent and crazy tempering is extremely dangerous.

But the effect was also extremely terrifying. Ye Fan's soul grew rapidly under the mad tempering. The dark cloud soul in the soul crystal became more and more gloomy, like ink, and the dark cloud was a size larger.

The thunder sounded louder and louder, resounding like a bell, stirring up endless blood-colored waves, with a terrifying aura.

As time passed day by day, Ye Fan's distance was increasing, and the impact he was suffering became more and more terrifying, but he was closer to the remains of the Saint Lord.

On the 25th day, Ye Fan arrived at a place ten miles away from the remains of the Holy Lord.

Here, the immortal fighting spirit almost condensed into substance and transformed into strands. The blood-colored mist visible to the naked eye floated in the sea water, drilling into Ye Fan's mouth and nose from the 108,000 pores around his body.

After entering the soul crystal, these blood-colored mists, one by one, turned into thousands of swords, with sharp edges all over the sky, splitting the blood-colored waves, carrying endless evil spirits, and slashing wildly on Ye Fan's dark cloud soul.

Dangdangdang...

Inside the soul crystal, a loud noise blew through the heaven and earth, and the blood-colored waves swept wildly, storming the ten directions.

Although the dark cloud soul looks no different from ordinary dark clouds, it seems to spread out with a slight stroke.

But in fact, it is as hard as it is astonishingly hard, and swords formed by blood-colored mist are slashing on it, making it shine brightly every time, colorful lights burst into the sky, fire trees and silver flowers, and the scene is extremely gorgeous.

Even if the dark cloud soul cannot withstand it and disintegrates, it will soon condense and remain so solid and immortal.

This time, two days passed, and Ye Fan adapted to the immortal fighting spirit here and took the last step.

As soon as Ye Fan took this step, he was ten miles away and came directly to the remains of the Saint Lord.

Standing here, it seems like facing an ancient giant mountain, too majestic and magnificent, like the sacred mountain in front of the ancient times, standing tall and raising chaos and creating yin and yang of nature.

boom!

Ye Fan's body shook violently, his whole body became soft and he almost flew out.

A shocking crack appeared on the soul crystal, bursting out of colorful auspicious light, bursts of thunder, and thunder exploded, thunder burst out, and a vast expanse.

The terrifying blood-colored mist became even more intense. It penetrated the blue light curtain and hit Ye Fan's body wildly, causing Ye Fan to spray blood again, and a fatal wound was cut by the sharp and peerless blood-colored sword in his eyebrows.

Puff puff puff...
To be continued...