Chapter 1617: Small Success of Riot

"Are you serious? How sure are you, old man?"

Ye Feng's eyes widened. The current level was already a little unbearable for him. Si Tu Reading 520 Official Website

Only Ye Feng knew the pain caused by the disordered meridians.

"It should be... just like this..."

Yuan Ling's tone was slightly hesitant.

Ye Feng felt a chill in his heart. His intuition told him that Yuan Ling had come up with a bad idea, but at present, he had no better choice, so he could only take the risk as he said.

"The riot effect must be used in conjunction with martial arts. There are few people here, so you can keep trying. When you can cross the current waterfall with one finger while the meridians are reversed, you can enter the third realm into a small success."

Yuan Ling said after looking around.

Ye Feng sighed lightly. It seems that this is the only way.

...

Standing upright on the hillside, Ye Feng focused slightly, his eyes gleaming, and his eyes turned red after the meridians were circulated.

As waves of fierce aura began to rise, Ye Feng's fighting spirit and aura also kept rising. Under the stinging pain, at a certain moment his Yuanli suddenly became chaotic, and an extremely violent aura sprayed out of his body.

Swish!

The sound of breaking the wind sounded, and Ye Feng, like a ferocious monster, raised his palm, brought out a brilliant Yuanli light, and slashed down at the waterfall in front.

The fiery red finger force flew out of his hand, grew larger in the wind, and turned into an arc-shaped wind blade, slashing into the rapidly falling waterfall waves.

Crash...

Water droplets splashed.

But the water waves did not stop flowing as Ye Feng expected. As soon as the wind blade came into contact, it was quickly dispersed.

The impact force that came down was more than tens of millions of pounds. It was almost impossible to cut it off with a finger force.

After a sneer of dissatisfaction flashed on his face, Ye Feng continued to gather his strength and began to chop.

Like a machine, he kept attacking while controlling the reverse flow of the meridians in his body, using pain to stimulate his body to increase its limits, and at the same time, he gradually adapted to the powerful energy brought by the "riot".

However, the fierce aura that followed was always difficult to reduce, and instead showed signs of rising.

"Cut!"

Ye Feng jumped into the air, and a strong Yuan force surged out of his body, as if he was covered with a colorful dress.

At a certain moment, the Yuan force on the surface of his body suddenly became chaotic, seemingly wandering around his body without any rules. Under the influence of that Yuan force, even the surrounding dozens of feet of sky became illusory.

The chaotic power quickly condensed, spreading along the arm to the fingertips, and then a palm slashed down diagonally, flying towards the waterfall with a loud sonic boom.

A few feet away, the silver thread flying down suddenly paused, and a faint thin line appeared where the wind blade slashed, and then disappeared in a flash.

"Alas, I still failed!"

Seeing this, Ye Feng waved his fist in annoyance and used the riot. Under the stimulation of severe pain, he was able to break the waterfall with his finger force.

But it was still far from breaking the river with one finger.

"Boy, this level is not enough. The Yuan force in your body cannot run according to the meridian map. It is always a step short."

Yuan Ling shook his head solemnly.

Sitting on the ground, the red light in Ye Feng's eyes dissipated, and his expression seemed quite helpless.

The more Yuan force he activated, the stronger the fierce breath brought by the chaotic meridians. However, on the one hand, the severe pain was unbearable, and on the other hand, he was not sure that he could completely control the fierce breath formed. If he was not careful, he might go crazy.

In this way, it was always difficult to bring "riot" to its best state.

This was different from the negative breath formed in the sea eye. It was produced by Ye Feng's own practice. If he could not adapt, he would never be able to enter the realm of small success.

"It seems that there is another mystery in the method of stabilizing the heart of Taoism, just like the Buddha's prayer." Yuan Ling frowned and thought. "But even you can't comprehend the thing like the book of heaven." Ye Feng spread his hands. "You can only survive in the face of death. Under extreme conditions, you may be able to understand the true meaning." After a few struggling expressions flashed across his face, Yuan Ling said seriously as if he had made up his mind. "How to survive in the face of death?" Ye Feng felt bad. Every time the old man was serious, he was going to suffer. "Use the fierce aura in your body to the extreme and find a solution in the desperate situation. However... once you fail, you may lose your mind or even go crazy. The choice is up to you." "It's not that you can't give up the Seven Realms of the Azure Sky. After all, there are so many high-level martial arts and mysterious methods in the world. There is no need to go all the way to the end." Yuan Ling pushed the choice to Ye Feng. Ye Feng slowly waved his hand to stop Yuan Ling from talking. With a firm look in his eyes, he said two words calmly: "Come on!"

He didn't have much time to wait. No matter what the result was, he had to try his best.

"Hehe, I knew you wouldn't give up."

Yuan Ling smiled as if he had succeeded in his scheme, waved his hand, and said: "When night falls, the Yin force will increase. Under the dual pressure of the internal and external environment, your body's potential can be better stimulated."

Ye Feng nodded, said no more, sat cross-legged on the ground and began to absorb the Yuan force. Before night falls, he needs to restore himself to his peak state.

Crack!

As night falls, a silver lightning flashes through the night sky, rumbling thunder falls from the sky, and in less than a moment, heavy rain pours down from the sky.

The wind suddenly rises, and layers of dark clouds cover it, blowing the ancient trees swaying and leaves flying.

In front of the waterfall, Ye Feng sits like a bell, his robes fluttering, but his body is motionless like a sculpture.

"It's raining now, and this is the time when the Yin energy of heaven and earth is the heaviest."

Yuan Ling looked up at the night sky, and a little worry flashed in his eyes. In such weather, the test for Ye Feng is even greater.

"Boy, get ready and start!"

The Yuan Ling flashed ten steps away, protecting Ye Feng.

Crack!

Another bolt of lightning struck, like a sharp sword swung by a god, illuminating the dark sky.

Ye Feng exhaled heavily, and under the influence of thunder and lightning, the fighting spirit in his body was rising rapidly.

At a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the Yuan force in his body was running without reservation.

Rumble...

Like a dragon returning to the sea, the Yuan force rushed through the meridians, and after running for half a cycle, the direction suddenly changed and began to go back up.

With a bang, Ye Feng's body Yuan force changed wildly, and the originally calm Yuan force surged up like wildfire, more than double the violence.

Along with the surge of Yuanli, the fierce aura in his body also surged. With all the Yuanli in operation, Ye Feng, who was twitching all over, suddenly suppressed the overwhelming pain. He felt a bloodthirsty fighting spirit rushing up to his head, constantly drowning him.

The fierce aura climbed higher and higher, and Ye Feng's eyes turned bloodshot.

In his consciousness, the rational part was rapidly decreasing, replaced by bloodthirsty killing intent. All emotions disappeared, and he only wanted to kill.

Crack!

Thunder and lightning were like a sea between heaven and earth, constantly slashing down, and the heavy rain blown by the cold wind was flying and tumbling, making Ye Feng immersed in the killing intent and unable to control himself.