Artistic conception is something illusory, yet it exists in reality. You can’t learn it, you can only comprehend it.
In his previous life, Xu Feng had seen many high-level apostles, including those at level seven, eight, and nine, but he had only encountered a few who could master the artistic conception.
"I seem to have heard in my previous life that there is a threshold for secret realm apostles who can make it to the Heavenly Ranking. Otherwise, the number of secret realm apostles who can make it to the Heavenly Ranking might be ten times more. I just thought it was a joke at the time, but now it seems that it is not groundless!" Xu Feng said in his heart.
The gap is too big! If it weren't for the artistic conception, several elders at the peak of level seven would not have taken the peak of level nine, Wan Du Elder, seriously. But now, they finally understood why Wan Du Elder, who knew that the Xu Kun flying boat belonged to the Wan Fa Sect, still stopped it.
Confidence. Old Man Wan Du has absolute confidence. He doesn't take anyone on the entire flying boat seriously.
"Damn it, a cultivator suddenly appeared out of nowhere in this Savage Demon Mountain Range, and he turned out to be a high-level cultivator with artistic conception!"
"We don't take ordinary ninth-level casual cultivators seriously, but the other party has artistic conception, which is troublesome!"
“I wonder if the defensive formation of the Xu Kun Flying Boat can withstand him.”
For a moment, the elders on the deck felt that the situation was extremely difficult.
"Elder Wan Du, do you really want to go your own way and become an enemy of our Wanfa Sect?" an elder shouted.
“Hahaha!” Elder Wan Du suddenly laughed, pointing at the people on the Xu Kun flying boat and said, “I stayed in the cave to practice, and didn’t take the initiative to provoke you. But your flying boat flew so low that it disturbed my pets. But not only did you not think it was wrong, but you also hunted and killed them wantonly, and enjoyed it!”
"I want to ask you for an explanation, and you are still using the Wanfa Sect to suppress me?" The old man Wan Du suddenly became manic and shouted loudly: "A disciple of the Wanfa Sect is so great!"
As the old man Wan Du roared, a burst of thunder suddenly erupted in the air. At the same time, a dark green light appeared in the old man Wan Du's artistic conception.
"A disciple of the Wanfa Sect is, of course, amazing!"
Suddenly, a steady voice reached the ears of Old Man Wan Du.
Old Man Wan Du narrowed his eyes and looked towards the deck of the flying boat. At this time, a middle-aged man wearing purple-black palace master's clothes appeared on the deck.
"Deputy Palace Master Qin!" Everyone on the deck saluted Qin Yuan.
"Old Man Wan Du, you injured two of my Wan Fa Sect's true disciples, one of whom was disabled, and you also injured two of my elders, intending to rob my Xu Kun flying boat." Qin Yuan said calmly: "Old Man Wan Du, do you want to be an enemy of my Wan Fa Sect?"
An elder had questioned Old Man Wan Du in this way before, and Old Man Wan Du directly retorted. But now Qin Yuan questioned him with almost the same words, and Old Man Wan Du became hesitant.
"Then did my two-headed poisonous lizards die in vain?" Old Man Wan Du asked sternly.
"So what if I died in vain?" Qin Yuan said coldly.
"This is too much!" The old man Wan Du roared and spread out his hands. Suddenly, strong winds howled and poisonous clouds rolled. Two-headed poisonous lizards, which were completely condensed from energy, quickly pounced towards the Xu Kun flying boat.
"Energy taking shape?" Qin Yuan showed a hint of surprise in his eyes: "I didn't expect that you are almost condensing into your own domain!"
After saying that, Qin Yuan's face suddenly became gloomy, and a hint of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.
"Then I can't keep you!"
After saying that, Qin Yuan leaped away from the flying boat, stood in the air, and pressed down towards the old man Wan Du with a palm.
Rumble~ The shadows of towering mountains appeared behind Qin Yuan.
"Artistic concept?" A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the old man Wan Du. He had just comprehended the artistic conception of Wan Du. Naturally, he could crush those cultivators who had not comprehended the artistic conception. However, the Deputy Hall Master Qin Yuan in front of him was obviously also a master of artistic conception. Looking at the artistic conception incarnation behind him, it was obvious that his comprehension of artistic conception was much higher than his.
"Mountain-suppressing!" Qin Yuan roared, and with the blessing of his artistic conception, this palm strike was like a real mountain pressing down. The artistic conception of the old man Wan Du immediately disintegrated when it came into contact with it, and was completely crushed.
Boom~ Qin Yuan's palm penetrated the heavy defenses set up by the old man Wan Du and directly imprinted on his chest and abdomen.
Crack~ A large area of the chest and abdomen of the old man Wan Du collapsed. If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely die on the spot after suffering such serious injuries, but the old man Wan Du was a peak ninth-level cultivator. He bit his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood. His figure immediately turned into a poisonous mist and rushed towards the Barbarian Demon Mountains.
At the same time, dozens of remaining two-headed poisonous lizards in the air screamed at the same time, and all turned into pus and fell to the ground.
"Oh, a technique to exchange death for injury?" Qin Yuan showed a look of disdain on his face.
Hiss~ A burning mark appeared on the edge of Qin Yuan's palm. Qin Yuan glanced at it and the corner of his eye twitched.
Back on the deck, Qin Yuan looked at the three elders. After a moment, his gaze fell on several true disciples, especially the three true disciples who had reached the peak strength of level seven.
But soon, Qin Yuan's gaze moved away from these people and fell on Xu Feng.
Xu Feng performed well in the Holy Son Competition. Qin Yuan later watched all of Xu Feng's battle videos and was very optimistic about this Holy Son who was only level four.
"Xu Feng, I heard that your strength has improved a bit?" Qin Yuan suddenly asked.
The power of the second calamity is much stronger than the power of the first calamity in terms of both power and effect, especially the calamity power, which has increased by one thousand. Xu Feng's total calamity power has now reached 2000 points.
The calamity power does not increase by only 100 points every time you advance. It is related to the grade of the fused energy. The higher the grade, the more calamity power increases. However, the higher the grade of the energy, the more difficult it is to fuse, and it is more difficult to fuse.
Therefore, Xu Feng could only fuse some low-grade energies in the early stage.
"Okay, I'll give you a task. Go and bring back the head of the old man Wan Du!" Qin Yuan said coldly, "I have defeated his state of mind now. Even though I have used the art of exchanging death for injury, it is impossible for him to recover to his peak state!"
"We will wait for you here for three hours. If you don't come back in three hours, you can return to the Wanfa Sect by yourself. You don't have to participate in the Xuanbing Sect's discussion this time!" Qin Yuan stared at Xu Feng and asked, "Are you willing?"
"Disciple will do his best!" Xu Feng pondered for a moment, then bowed and clasped his hands.
Obviously this is a test, a test specifically for Xu Feng, or specifically for the First Holy Son.
Soon, Xu Feng left the flying boat and flew along the trail of the old man Wan Du as if he could perform aerial magic.
"The Holy Son's flying skills are more sophisticated than those of some high-level disciples!" An elder couldn't help but admire Xu Feng's back as he watched him leave.
"Since he didn't use any flying props, it looks like he must have used some special skills or some secret technique!" Another elder had a thoughtful look on his face.
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"Deputy Palace Master, isn't it a bit dangerous to let the Holy Son go alone? Otherwise, I will follow behind you?"
"Yes, this is the Savage Demon Mountain Range. There are not only cultivators here, but also demons. I heard that there are ten great demon kings in the Savage Demon Mountain Range. If you run into them, wouldn't it be dangerous for the Saint Son?"
Qin Yuan showed a strange smile on his face and shook his head, saying: "You probably don't know what kind of terrible power our Holy Son has mastered!"
Qin Yuan’s mind emerged with the image of the thunder and lightning unleashed by Xu Feng during the Holy Son Competition!
That is a terrifying spell comparable to a forbidden curse. Any artistic conception will be torn to pieces in such a heavenly calamity. Even if Old Man Wan Du is intact and in peak condition, he may not be Xu Feng's opponent.
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Xu Feng flies very fast. His Qi-controlling ability is faster than any flying spell, just like a fish swimming in the water or a bird flying in the sky. This is not a skill but an instinct.
Moreover, the aura of the Old Man Ten Thousand Poisons was too obvious, without any concealment. The aura contained a highly poisonous substance, and once leaked, all the grass and trees would wither wherever it passed. This also indirectly showed that the Old Man Ten Thousand Poisons was seriously injured and could no longer conceal his aura.
Soon, Xu Feng followed the trail and came to a cave. There were dead trees, barren mountains, rugged rocks, and it was dead silent without any signs of life.
When Xu Feng arrived at the cave, he did not enter immediately, but began to explore it carefully.
A moment later, an angry roar was heard from the cave.
"Wanfa Sect, are you going to kill us all?"
"Old Man Wan Du, come out and die!" Xu Feng said sternly.
"Huh?" A surprised voice came from the cave. After a moment, the cave door opened with a "boom", and the pale-faced old man Wan Du walked out of the cave.
When he saw Xu Feng, a hint of anger first appeared on the face of the old man Wan Du, and then it turned into a hint of relief.
“Haha, I thought an elder would come, but I didn’t expect a brat to come!” A hint of ruthlessness appeared in the eyes of the old man Wan Du, and he whispered, “Do you really think that I have no power to fight back just because my state of mind is broken? You are too naive!”
After saying this, the old man Wan Du actually took the lead in attacking. With a thought, countless poisonous bees appeared from behind him.
Buzz, buzz, buzz~ Hundreds of poisonous bees flew towards Xu Feng like a poisonous cloud. These poisonous bees were so real that it was impossible to tell that they were condensed by the old man Wan Du.
"Your skill in transforming energy into form has reached a high level!" Xu Feng couldn't help but admire.
When the old man Wan Du saw that Xu Feng did not dodge or evade, and allowed the poisonous bees to surround him, he couldn't help but reveal a grim smile on his face.
"Since you are so arrogant, then you should experience the pain of being eaten by a myriad of poisons."
Each poisonous bee condensed by the old man Wan Du's energy contains dozens or even hundreds of toxins. It is no exaggeration to say that all the poisonous bees combined contain ten thousand poisons.
This move is the most powerful skill of the old man Wan Du. Even if it is an iron man, the poison in the poison bees can corrode and dissolve him. The only disadvantage is that the speed of the poison bees is too slow. If the opponent has mastered the state of mind, these poison bees can't get close to the opponent at all. Even if the opponent doesn't have the state of mind, the speed of the poison bees is not fast and they can easily dodge.
When the old man Wan Du saw the poisonous bees wrapping Xu Feng tightly, he began to imagine in his mind the scene of Xu Feng being corroded and dissolved by the toxin.
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(End of this chapter)