Hu Tianzong stretched his neck and looked around. There was a gray patch on both sides, and he couldn't see the end. He suddenly felt like a deflated ball.
"Perhaps, I can use "Xiaoyaoyou" to cut a passage." Shangguan Yu pondered, "But the river is too wide, and my sword power can only last a hundred breaths at most. We must pass within a hundred breaths, and it consumes a lot of money on me."
This is no longer a solution. Everyone was about to agree, but Ye Feng suddenly laughed.
"Why bother."
He walked to the river calmly and looked at the rolling river of ghosts. Instead of fear in his eyes, there was a trace of... greed?
Hu Tianzong rubbed his eyes hard, thinking he had seen it wrong.
"Brother Ye, you...don't think about it!"
"It's them that you can't think about." Ye Feng said lightly.
He asked Xiaoxing in the sea of consciousness: "Hey, do you know how to deal with these things?"
"Huh, they are just a group of lonely ghosts who can't even enter reincarnation." Xiaoxing said proudly, "They are afraid of the power of Zhiyang Zhigang. Such as Buddhist magical power, thunder method, or... a higher level of divine consciousness. You only need to release a trace of my imperial power to scare them out of their wits and take the initiative to get out of the way."
"Scaring them away like this? What a waste." Ye Feng shook his head.
"Waste? What else do you want to do? Do you still want to eat them?" Xiaoxing thought Ye Feng was crazy. Forget about swallowing corpse energy, it's energy. These are all mixed obsessions and resentments, which will only pollute your soul and turn you into an idiot.
"You guessed it right." Ye Feng grinned.
Under everyone's horrified gaze, instead of retreating, he took a step forward, half of his feet already hanging above the River of Ghosts.
"Senior Ye!"
"Brother Ye, it is dangerous!"
Everyone exclaimed.
Ye Feng turned a deaf ear to their cries. He closed his eyes, and in the sea of consciousness, the soul-calming sacred tree trembled slightly, and a cool and peaceful thought spread throughout his soul instantly.
"The Method of Tempering Spiritual Consciousness" is in full operation!
The power of his consciousness took the initiative to form an invisible vortex in front of him.
The center of this vortex is the soul-suppressing tree’s will to suppress all evil!
Buzz!
The river of ghosts that was originally rioting due to the intrusion of Elder Taiyi boiled instantly after sensing the power of the soul that Ye Feng took the initiative to explore. To them, this is simply a delicious treat delivered to their doorstep!
"Hiss——"
Countless ghosts turned into gray sharp arrows and rushed toward Ye Feng's consciousness vortex, trying to swallow him completely.
"It's over!" Hu Tianzong closed his eyes in despair.
Shangguanyu also subconsciously clenched his sword, ready to rescue at any time.
However, the tragedy of Ye Feng being swallowed up by ten thousand souls did not happen.
Those ghosts rushing into the whirlpool of spiritual consciousness are like hitting an invisible wall.
When their mixed wills, full of resentment, madness, and unwillingness, come into contact with the suppressing wood-attribute thoughts in the center of the vortex, they melt and purify instantly like ice and snow under the scorching sun.
Immediately afterwards, the ghost soul that lost its distracting thoughts turned into the purest and most original soul power, which was wildly pulled and swallowed by the whirlpool of consciousness, and poured into Ye Feng's sea of consciousness.
Ye Feng felt that his soul was like the rain coming from the long-drought land. The refreshing feeling made him unable to help but let out a happy moan.
In order to reverse the attack of the Xingji Sword and fight against Emperor Wei, he had consumed a huge amount of his soul. At this moment, he was recovering at a terrifying speed, and was even... still growing!
In the eyes of the outside world, the scene in front of them was beyond their understanding.
Ye Feng stood so calmly by the river. The terrifying river composed of thousands of ghosts seemed to have found a vent, forming a huge gray funnel and pouring crazily into Ye Feng's body.
He was..."drinking" the river!
"My mother...he...what is he doing..." Hu Tianzong opened his mouth wide, and his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
Shangguanyu’s hand holding the wine gourd was trembling slightly.
He was not scared, but excited.
He finally understood that Ye Feng was not taking risks, he was practicing!
He can actually use this battlefield ghost, which is enough to give even immortals a headache, as a tonic for his own soul!
What a domineering technique this is! What a tenacious soul!
In the sea of consciousness, Xiaoxing has completely lost her voice. It feels that its worldview is being refreshed and subverted by Ye Feng over and over again. This guy can't be judged by common sense at all. He himself is a monster!
Time passed by minute by minute.
The mighty river of ghosts became thinner and dim at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After a stick of incense, when the last ghost was swallowed up by Ye Feng, the entire river became empty, leaving only the cold breath that had not dissipated in the air.
Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes, and there were stars flowing in his eyes, with a divine light.
After this "supplement", the power of his soul has not only returned to its old state, but has even become ten times more powerful than in its heyday!
He turned around, looked at the people behind him who had been completely petrified, and smacked his lips with some unfinished content.
"It tastes a bit stale, but it's still enough. Let's go, why are you still hanging around?"
After saying that, he took steps and flew across the dry river bed like a leisurely stroll.
Hu Tianzong was agitated and looked at Ye Feng's "unremarkable" back. He swallowed hard and felt that his legs were a little weak.
Shangguanyu took a deep look at Ye Feng and drank all the wine in the gourd. A flame called "fighting spirit" ignited in his eyes that were always a little drunk. He followed quickly.
If you can’t be friends with a monster who can treat Jedi like a buffet, then you must find a way to... surpass him!
Crossing the dry river bed, the scene ahead becomes increasingly desolate.
The broken magic weapons, broken divine armors, and huge animal bones are like silent tombstones, telling the tragedy of the previous era.
The atmosphere of the team became more subtle after experiencing the "Drinking the River" incident.
Hu Tianzong completely transformed into a little follower, obeying every word of Ye Feng like an imperial edict.
Elder Taiyi was taciturn, put away all the airs of his seniors, and looked at Ye Feng with eyes filled with awe.
Only Shangguan Yu still looks free and uninhibited, but when walking side by side with Ye Feng, the sword intention on his body is unconsciously sharpening with Ye Feng's energy, as if two peerless magic weapons hidden in the sheaths are communicating silently.
"Boy, go to the front left." In the sea of consciousness, Xiaoxing's voice sounded again, with a bit of reluctance, "There is an altar of the ancient gods there. Although it has long been abandoned, there may still be some good things left. The most important thing is that the laws there are relatively stable, and I need a place to restore my strength."