Chapter 148: The Nine Heavens of Sword Stance

"The power of chaos, how can you have the power of chaos in your body."

Through the three tripod forbidden grounds, Zhenling noticed the power of chaos that Ye Chenfeng released at the last moment, and a look of horror appeared on his arrogant face.

"The power of chaos was obtained by chance for the younger generation." Ye Chenfeng deliberately concealed the existence of the chaotic sacred tree and explained vaguely.

"Superhuman talent, absolute strength, amazing understanding and great luck, Ye Chenfeng, you really might be the person my Spiritual Race is waiting for."

Zhenling's deep eyes shone brightly, looking at Ye Chenfeng, who was standing tall and straight, with a big secret hidden on his body, as if he wanted to see through him.

"Spiritual Race? Senior, what race is the Spiritual Race?" Ye Chenfeng raised his brows slightly. It was the first time he heard of the Spiritual Race.

"Let's talk about everything after you pass the last round of the test." Although Zhenling valued Ye Chenfeng more and more, he said slowly without revealing important information in advance.

"Ye Chenfeng, this is a reward for you, a stone tablet containing the perfect sword power and the low-grade heavenly artifact Juque Heavenly Sword."

Saying that, the right hand of the true spirit shrouded in the red light made a swipe in the air, a palm-sized stone tablet containing a vast sword force, and the 10,000-pound giant Que Tianjian flew out of the space crack and floated in front of Ye Chenfeng.

"Do you think the rewards of this second round of tests are much more shabby than the first round?"

Seeing Ye Chenfeng's expression as he took over the Jianshi Stele and Juque Tianjian, Zhenling asked with a rare smile.

"A little bit!"

Although the stone tablet containing the perfect sword power is very precious, and the Juque Tianjian has reached the level of a heavenly weapon, it is far less valuable than Jinpeng blood essence and Jinpeng wings.

"Actually, the most precious reward in this second round is not the stone tablet of sword power, but the training formula for ruling the seven swords. Not to mention the middle-grade Taoist skills in your Soul Fighting Continent, even in Tianyu, they are extremely rare, and if you can comprehend it. Judgment Seven Swords Seventh Form Judgment, the explosive attack power is comparable to the high-grade Dao skill, a sword is smashed out, the moon destroys the star." Zhenling said slowly.

"Heavenly Domain!"

Ye Chenfeng learned a lot of information from Zhenling that he had never encountered before, and a strong curiosity arose in his heart.

"Okay, you have three days to comprehend the Sword Power Stele. Once the three days arrive, I will send you to the final assessment site to accept the life and death test of the sword spirit puppet," Zhenling said.

"Yes!"

Ye Chenfeng nodded, got rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind, sat cross-legged on the ground, while recovering the consumed soul power, while releasing the soul power to penetrate into the stone tablet of sword power, and penetrate the perfect sword power contained in the stone tablet.

"Sword marks, there are ten sword marks in this stone tablet, and the sword power contained in these ten sword marks increases in order."

When Ye Chenfeng's soul power penetrated into the Jianshi stele, ten sword marks of different shades were found in the stele, and the last one was a dark sword mark, which made Ye Chenfeng smell a strong aura of danger.

"Buzz..."

When the soul power released by Ye Chenfeng penetrated into the first and shallowest sword marks, he immediately felt an unparalleled sword force released, filling the sword monument.

Ye Chenfeng had already understood the sixth level of sword stance, so the first sword stance was not very helpful to him. After just deducing it once, he understood the true meaning of this sword stance and began to understand the second way. Sword power.

"Lord Zhenling, do you think Ye Chenfeng has a good chance of passing the final test." Looking at Ye Chenfeng, who was full of sword power and lingering for a long time, the monument asked.

"There are too many secrets hidden in Ye Chenfeng. He can master the power of chaos to attack. If he can still use the power of chaos when facing the sword spirit puppet, then he is 80% sure to pass the test of life and death. He does not have the power of chaos to protect himself, so he may only pass the test of life and death 30%." Zhenling said slowly.

"Master Zhenling, I have a feeling that he may be the person my Spiritual Race is waiting for," said the monument.

"Let's wait for him to pass the ultimate test." Zhenling said: "And don't forget, the secret realm of the real spirit is only the first test place set by my spirit clan, and he wants to obtain the true supremacy of my spirit clan. Inheritance, there is still a long way to go.”

The time of the day passed quickly, and suddenly, a soaring sword force spurted out from Ye Chenfeng's body and went straight to the top of the temple.

After one sword move, another sword move spewed out of Ye Chenfeng's body and attacked the top of the hall above his head.

As the sword stance continued to spew out of Ye Chenfeng's body, Ye Chenfeng's understanding of the sword stance became deeper and deeper, and finally, the sword stance in Ye Chenfeng's body changed qualitatively, reaching the seventh level of sword stance.

"In one day, the sword stance has been pushed up to the next level. This Ye Chenfeng can really be called a geek." Feeling the change in the sword stance in Ye Chenfeng's body, Zhenling couldn't help but praise.

After another day, Ye Chenfeng suddenly made a loud sound of sword cries in his body, and dense water ripples appeared in the air around his body. The top prohibition pierced the cracks.

"Eighth Heaven of Sword Stance."

The true spirit and the tablet spirit looked at each other, and both saw the deep shock in each other's eyes. They could not imagine that only Ye Chenfeng, who was in the realm of the earth beast general, had such a perverted talent and understanding.

"There is still one day left, and I should be able to raise the sword stance to the Jiuzhongtian realm." Ye Chenfeng calculated the time, and continued to control the brain-devouring brain to penetrate the sword stance stone tablet.

As the three-day deadline approached, the air around Ye Chenfeng's body suddenly flowed rapidly, forming a large amount of hedging airflow.

Ye Chenfeng, who was sitting cross-legged in the same place, was like a sword that had been sealed for hundreds of years.

"Sword Power Nine Heavens, done!"

Ye Chenfeng suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, and the endless edge shot out, making the void tremble.

After three days of comprehension, Ye Chenfeng, with the help of the brain-devouring power, finally realized the sword situation to Jiuzhongtian, and his attack power increased several times.

"It's not bad, it took three days to understand the triple swordsmanship. Your understanding is at the top of the spiritual clan back then." The true spirit appeared in front of Ye Chenfeng, and did not hesitate to praise it.

"Senior, I don't know that with my current strength, I have a good chance of passing the test of life and death."

Although the attack power has been greatly improved, Ye Chenfeng knows that the strength gap between himself and the peerless king is like heaven and earth, so he asked.

"If you can use the power of chaos, then you have at least an 80% chance of passing the test of life and death, but if you can't use the power of chaos, you can pass the test of life and death at most 30% based on your own strength," Zhenling said.

"It's only 30% possible!" Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath, a dignified look on his face.

If he fails to pass the test of life and death, all his efforts will be in vain, and he will also die.

"Okay, now you have no way out. You have a good rest. After an hour, I will send you to the final assessment site to accept the test of the sword spirit puppet." Zhenling looked at Ye Chenfeng with a heavy face, speak up.

"it is good!"

Ye Chenfeng nodded heavily, adjusted his breath silently, and waited for the final test.

An hour later, a pitch-black space crack appeared in front of Ye Chenfeng. When Ye Chenfeng passed through the space crack, he entered a strange starry sky, and directly above the starry sky, there was a floating man holding hands. Jian, a stern man with a serious face and no expression.

And this stern man is Ye Chenfeng's assessment opponent - the sword spirit puppet.