Chapter 3238: Refining the Divine Sense Knife

City Hospital. Wang Ziyan and Hao Hongmei were on either side of the bed, crying incessantly.Wang De-fu lay in bed, his face pale, in a coma.Seeing him walk in, the two people immediately stood up, th...Bailingshu is a notorious smiling tiger throughout the Liuguang Jianzong. Although Ye Bufan just passed through the Yin-Yang Realm with the help of Luo Bingyan and Shen Qirun, two women.

But for some unknown reason, it filled him with a profound sense of unease, prompting him to suddenly order his disciples to eliminate the other party.

The most core disciple of the Fifth Peak is Sima Cuo, and he is also the most hopeful person to become the sect leader's direct disciple. In this situation, dropping one Wang Liang wouldn't make much difference.

His transmission was silent and stealthy, a signature smile perpetually etched on his face, as if nothing had transpired.

As his disciple, Wang Liang was also a cunning man. He nodded slightly but didn't react too obviously.

Ready, Hua Bingyu waved her hand. Hong Tian directly activated the formation, and suddenly a surge of energy enveloped the entire Demon Sound Pond, followed by a piercing sound.

This thing sounds like nothing outside the formation, not even noise. But for those inside it, it's absolutely a great torment.

The Devil Sound Lake is not undeservedly famous. As a testing ground for disciples, it ranks higher than the Yin-Yang Realm. Even a Great Celestial Immortal would find it unbearable here.

But it doesn't jump straight to the highest level, it gradually intensifies.

The devilish sound at this moment rang out, like a blade piercing into the sea of consciousness of these fairies, attacking their souls.

Right from the start, a Xuan Xian mid-stage disciple who had just managed to pass through the Yin Yang Realm couldn't bear it and collapsed with a cry, falling directly into the pool below. He was then sent outside.

Under the shroud of the formation, external divine sense could not penetrate at all, making it an independent world within.

Wang Liang sat behind Ye Bufan, a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth. He silently flicked his finger, sending a sharp gust of wind toward Ye Bufan's acupoint on the back of his neck.

His movements were extremely covert, employing the most common technique of the Flowing Light Sword Sect.

This way, even if Ye Bufan was to be added into the pond water, once the sect got angry, they wouldn't be able to find out who was responsible.

Anyway, with eight hundred disciples gathered here, who knows who did it

Anyway, according to the sect's rules, anyone who falls into the water is disqualified.

As expected of Bai Lingpu's disciple, Wang Liang has a sharp mind and everything is planned out.

... he was shocked to find that the blow from his finger landed squarely on Ye Bufan's body, but there was no reaction at all. ...

The person is still sitting cross-legged in the void, as if nothing has happened.

"Um..."

What's going on Did it miss That's impossible, I saw it clearly.

After waiting for ages, Ye Bufan still hadn't fallen. Wang Liang looked completely dumbfounded.

Just as he was about to launch another attack, the demonic voice in his mind suddenly intensified.

The previous sonic attack was like arrows piercing the soul, even with his powerful mental fortitude, he could barely withstand it.

But just at that moment, the magic sound's attack suddenly intensified, transforming into a massive greatsword and slashing down with force.

"Ah!"

Wang Liang could no longer bear it, a scream escaped his lips, and his mental energy instantly dissipated.

Without the control of his spirit, his body ceased to float in mid-air and plopped into the pool with a splash. He was then sent outside the formation.

"This..."

His face was pale, looking at Ye Bufan in Mo Yin Tan who was still sitting there calmly, his heart full of unwillingness.

At the same time, I was filled with shock and bewilderment. What on earth was going on

I am a cultivator at the peak of the Xuanxian realm, and even I cannot bear this terrifying demonic sound. The other party is just a waste who has not even transformed his immortal essence, yet he can endure it longer than me How is that possible

Others were also quite shocked. After all, Wang Liang was the second disciple of Fifth Peak, with extremely powerful strength, second only to Sima Cu. How could he declare defeat so quickly

Bai Lingpu's face was the worst. He originally wanted this disciple to clear the way for Sima Cu and solve Ye Bufan, but how did he end up in trouble himself

But there were many eyes here, especially Hua Bingyu, a peak Daluo Immortal. He didn't dare to act rashly and temporarily suppressed his doubts without asking.

Ye Bufan remained seated in the void, his body still as ever, appearing as if nothing had happened. However, a cold smile couldn't help but curl up at the corner of his mouth.

Such a piece of trash wants to sneak attack me Not to mention the fact that even with the power of Thor's Forging Technique, it wouldn't be something he could break through easily.

And with a casual move, he infused his divine sense into the sound wave attack, directly beheading his opponent.

Poor Wang Liang didn't know how he lost until he was eliminated.

Having dealt with that clown, Ye Bufan regained his composure and began to study the sonic attacks of the Demon Sound Pool.

He is now powerful in spirit, but under this dense cacophony of magic sound, he still feels very uncomfortable.

A quarter of an hour posed no difficulty for his current mental fortitude. With nothing else to do, he began to delve entirely into his consciousness.

As time passed, the intensity of the demonic sound grew stronger, the dense attacks like a series of swords piercing his sea of consciousness, shaking his soul.

"This thing is kind of interesting!"

While passively enduring was not necessarily a problem, it ultimately felt uncomfortable. Ye Bufan started trying to fight back.

With a thought, a divine consciousness blade appeared in his sea of consciousness and slashed forward with a ferocious strike.

With a single crack, the blade forged from demonic sound shattered instantly.

"This method really works!"

According to Ye Bufan's thinking, he just needed to last through a quarter of an hour, there was no need to be too outstanding.

During this time, as he was not in any danger, he manipulated his Divine Consciousness Blade to counterattack the sonic attacks.

Every sword strike he made shattered a sonic blade.

This thing is just too numerous, to completely eliminate it we can only increase the speed of our strikes.

Then he controlled the divine consciousness blade, its speed increasing until it became a wave of blades, completely protecting his sea of consciousness.

As he fought back, it seemed that the Devil Sound Pond was also enraged, and its attacks grew stronger against him, far surpassing those of anyone else.

But Ye Bufan didn't know any of this; at this moment, his mind was completely immersed in his sea of consciousness, focusing solely on controlling the divine sense blade.

I've been so absorbed in what I'm doing that I've lost track of time and everything else going on around me.

This divine martial art has been passed down for generations, but this is the first time it has been used in this way.

He had always treated the Divine Sense Blade as a means of sneak attack, a trump card for his own survival. He had never cultivated it with such seriousness before.

By a twist of fate, the demonic sound has now become his best whetstone.

As he slashed with each blow, he failed to notice his spiritual energy rapidly rising and growing stronger in the midst of this confrontation.

Not only has he reached the pinnacle of the Great Immortal level, but he is also faintly making a push towards the Great Spirit Immortal realm.

He was practicing with great enthusiasm, but the others beside him were not so relaxed. One by one, they were suffering under Mo Yin's torment.

Luo Bingyan and the other Great Elixirs were doing relatively well, but those who were merely Xuanxian fell into the pond like dumplings, one after another.

Time passed by every second. After a quarter of an hour, only twelve figures remained in the sky above Demon Sound Lake.th, it was good enough. How could he possibly be picky about the quality of the clothesIt was the first time he had worn such a robe, and he was a little uncomfortable. It took him half the day to get...