Chapter 223 Night Emperor Thirty-Eight Forms

"Huh? No, this chasing wind can actually generate three moves? Then other moves can continue to be derived. I actually deduced the seven moves of the Yehuang, and it turned into the thirteenth move of the Yehuang... Interesting, interesting, continue to deduce, I want to see how many moves can be evolved into in the end?"

Ye Qinghan was in the yellow sand, with his eyes closed, but he kept waving his hands, feet and body. From time to time, the dagger suddenly slipped out a strange light, and from time to time, he opened his mouth suddenly and murmured a few times. It seems that the whole person has become deranged and in a trance...

Unknowingly, he has been going on for three hours. The vitality of heaven and earth above the head is constantly gathering. And without him knowing it, his body was constantly absorbing the vitality of the world, and then converted it into battle energy, and finally gathered it on his core.

And his soul, at this moment, also burst into a soft light, like the spring bamboo shoots after the rain have been nourished, and began to grow slowly... [

Ye Qinghan fell into a state of soul silence, not knowing what was happening outside and his body. But Xiao Hei in his battle beast space is completely aware of it. And he seemed to enjoy the feeling brought by this state very much. His whole body was lying in the war beast space, covered by a white soft light, so warm and comfortable that it almost made him want to sleep comfortably.

It's just that it knows that it can't sleep, because there are dangers everywhere in this place, and it has to use its soul to explore the surrounding situation, so as to wake up Ye Qinghan as soon as there is danger.

More than an hour passed again, this miraculous state, and this peaceful time, was finally broken by a yellow figure that suddenly appeared beside him.

"Boss, stop practicing, it's dangerous!"

Xiao Hei's sound transmission immediately sounded in Ye Qinghan's mind, awakening Ye Qinghan who was in a state of soul silence.

"call out!"

Ye Qinghan woke up, without thinking too much, saw a yellow shadow on the left, and swung a knife subconsciously.

"boom!"

The brown knife energy left the dagger, and hit the yellow shadow rushing straight. The strong energy knocked this figure into the air, and the blood mist that filled the sky floated up and was instantly absorbed by the dry yellow sand. And the yellow figure was a crocodile monster, which quickly fled away after a single blow.

It's just... the crocodile monster has already fled away, but Ye Qinghan is still staring at the front stupidly, and hasn't recovered yet. Something seems wrong?

Blood mist!

By the way, it's blood mist! A surprise flashed in Ye Qinghan's eyes, smelling the faint salty smell in the air, he finally understood what was wrong. His random knife just now caused the crocodile monster to bleed.

You know, he has been in this ghostly place for several months and has repelled countless crocodile monsters, but he has never let the crocodile monster shed a drop of blood.

This...shows that his attack power is increasing, and has already increased!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

When he was overjoyed and wanted to further investigate the condition of his body, several figures appeared around him again, breaking his contemplation. In desperation, he had no choice but to release his combined combat skills and aura, and began to repel the attacking monsters.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

After a battle, half an hour later, Ye Qinghan finally wiped out all the monsters that attacked this time. At the same time, he also confirmed one thing.

The six moves he derived from the Yehuang Seven Styles just now seem to be a bit more powerful than the Yehuang Seven Styles. Every time he used the Ye Huang Seven Styles to attack a monster, at most he would be knocked into the air, but the resulting moves could cause the crocodile monster to bleed several times. [

Looking at the yellow scales on the ground, the corner of Ye Qinghan's mouth curled up in joy.

There is drama!

The moves derived from this were so awesome, he felt that what he saw at this moment was not pieces of bloody scales, but a path, a hope.

A road of golden light that can increase attack power and break through the passage of puppets, a hope of returning home.

In the following time, Ye Qinghan became immersed in the derivation of Yehuang's seven styles. He forgot the time, forgot everything outside, and forgot everything. He knew that only by practicing hard could he break through this puppet passage, have a chance to enter the third level, and finally hope to leave Luoshen Mountain.

He didn't know that whenever he was fully immersed in the deduction practice, the white mist restriction on Luoshen Mountain would flash inexplicably. He didn't know that whenever he was completely immersed in the deduction practice, the vitality of the world above his head would inexplicably become stronger. He didn't know that his fighting spirit would increase at a speed of ten times or dozens of times when he was deriving. He didn't know that his soul ocean was constantly expanding and growing...

He just knows that when he deduces, his body and his soul will be completely released. He enjoys this state very much, he likes this kind of comfort, and is very addicted to this artistic conception. Therefore, he didn't want to think about anything, except that when Xiao Hei reminded him that there was a monster attack, he quickly solved it, and then immersed himself in it again...

Half a month later, the thirteenth form of the Yehuang became the twenty-fourth form of the Yehuang!

A month later, the twenty-four forms became thirty.

Three months later, the Thirty Forms became the Thirty-Three Forms.

As time went by, there were fewer and fewer derived moves, but Ye Qinghan was not in a hurry and didn't want to stop. Because he had a feeling in his heart that he hadn't reached the extreme yet. And he feels that once he fully derives the Seventh Form of the Night Emperor, his attack power can be at least doubled, or even more...

He knew that he had dug up a treasure, and he had a deep feeling that the Yehuang Seven Forms were not that simple, and if he tried his best to explore directly, there might be hope to reach the height of the Kai Clan ancestor Yehuang using the Yehuang Seven Forms.

Three months passed.

Been back for five months.

Half a year has passed...

Ye Qinghan finally stopped, not because he felt tired from training and deduction, but because he felt that the deduction had hit a bottleneck. He hadn't made any progress in the past half month, and seemed to have reached the extreme.

"No... this is not the extreme. Open Sky Slash can deduce seven moves, and the rest of the moves should be derived from seven moves at the end? Seventy-seven and forty-nine moves are the extreme? There are only thirty-eight moves now, why can't the nine moves be deduced?"

Ye Qinghan sat lazily in the hot yellow sand, a trace of puzzlement and confusion flashed in his eyes. Before I knew it, half a year had passed, Ye Huang's seven moves became Ye Huang's thirty-eight moves, Sky Opening Slash became Sky Opening Seven moves, Earth Splitting Slash became Earth Splitting Six moves, Wind Chasing...

In the past half a month, there has been no progress. Ye Qinghan had no choice but to stop the deduction. He knows that this thing is hard to come by, and it is already very good that he can deduce so many moves. The remaining nine moves depend on chance and a moment of epiphany.

"Forget it, after practicing for so long, it's time to rest and rest! Hehe! Yehuang's seventh form has become Yehuang's thirty-eight forms. It is estimated that the attack power can be increased by at least three times the original level. This level can be easily broken." Ye Qinghan stretched his waist, fell straight on the ground, smiled slightly, and suddenly said to the air: "Xiao Hei, come out and play. This practice must have taken a long time, and I will kill you!"