Chapter 126

The second level of the Yuanshen skill automatically manipulates its own karma to refine most of the mixed karma, and only one tenth of the pure karma is absorbed into the Yuanshen.

Although Ye Feng can directly absorb only one tenth of the mixed karma, and only believes that there is no more karma increased by self abuse and asceticism, the victory lies in the number of people. As long as Ye Feng's followers increase, 100000 believers can double Ye Feng's training speed, and one million believers can increase Ye Feng's training speed by 10 times, If ye Feng had 100 million devout believers, he would certainly be able to increase his training speed a thousand times. The Yuanshen skill, which originally needed 5000 years of self-study to break through, even took only five years to break through quickly.

Of course, it is very difficult to develop truly devout believers to a certain extent. Ye Feng sent people to spread their faith for a year and spent countless money to develop these truly devout believers. There is still a long way to go to develop to 100 million believers.

Ye Feng continued to practice the Yuanshen skill while constantly absorbing and refining the karma generated by these believers. Suddenly, he couldn't help feeling his consciousness faint.

... eh? After absorbing these karma, how did my consciousness begin to fluctuate violently?

"Ding! It is urgent to remind that the proportion of the divine will and the human will in the Pathfinder's mind is seriously unbalanced, and they begin to conflict with each other due to external karma for mysterious reasons. The Pathfinder may fall into amnesia during this period. The amnesia part is about 90%. Please be prepared. The system will try to protect the Pathfinder's practice memory. The only way to solve the amnesia is to ask the Pathfinder to go through another robbery, During the robbery, the system can help the Pathfinder cut off part of the divine will and return it to the heavenly monster. The memory will be restored at that time. During this period, the Pathfinder should bear in mind his life mission and avoid stagnant practice. If he never crosses the robbery, the Pathfinder may lose his memory forever until he dies. "

"Shit! What the hell's the mystery? Are you kidding? How can Providence and human will suddenly conflict with each other! Doesn't that mean I'm possessed by Tamar again? I was still happy just now. I was still feeling in my heart that Jesus had suffered so much to climb up. It was a combination of blessing and misfortune, joy and sorrow. It was Tamar's turn to suffer immediately. " Ye Fengqi couldn't help scolding dirty words.

However, before Ye Feng finished scolding, he felt a palpitation. Then he seemed to have suddenly forgotten something, and then he didn't think about what he had forgotten, and then he seemed to have forgotten other unforgettable things. Ye Feng immediately burst into a cold sweat and didn't think about anything else.

Ye Feng knows that no matter how hard it is to accept, but this is not a joke. The reality is so cruel. Do you think fate will open another window for you when it closes one of your doors? Wrong, the reality is that it closes your door and may close your window again! Bad luck is like a storm. It's so impermanent. Fate slaps you in the face. It's not another jujube in the fairy tale. It may kick you again and kick you to shit.

Sometimes you don't know what hope is if you don't work hard? Also wrong, sometimes you don't work hard, maybe you don't know what despair is Ye Feng doesn't believe it and can only reluctantly adapt to the current situation.

Wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, Ye Feng thought: life mission? What is my mission in life? Self improvement is self-improvement.

Ye Feng hurriedly took out an iron piece from the space bag, directly engraved the four words "self-improvement" on the iron piece with a sword, and then pierced the iron piece through a hole and put it on the necklace worn in his neck.

Then Ye Feng was completely confused before he could put on his mask.

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Who am I? I'm Ye Feng, the great saint of lion camel city. Where is lion camel city? I don't know. What am I doing here I remember, it's transmitted. The stone in front is very strange. It seems to be a piece of ore. there seem to be several pieces of ore in my space bag. Where is the lion camel city? Is it nearby? I seem to have seen this kind of ore, which is called star stone. It can refine second-class magic tools, magic tools? Necklace? Why do I keep thinking about necklaces?

Ye Feng patted his head hard and shouted painfully, "why can't I remember anything! Ah!! "

... necklaces, necklaces, why am I still thinking about necklaces.

Ye Feng shook his head and hurriedly grabbed the necklace at his neck. With empty eyes, he took a careful look at the skeleton on it, and then looked at the iron sheet. When he saw the four words on the iron sheet, he couldn't help shaking his whole body.

... self-improvement, yes, self-improvement, I want to practice! Anyway, I want to practice stronger!!

Ye Feng instantly cast the small heavenly way transmission technique and then transmitted it forward.

Guge ghost city.

Various practitioners came and went, including those who sold magic weapons, those who bought magic weapons, those who bought pills, and those who sold pills. There was a constant stream of bargaining and inquiries. At this time, there was suddenly one more person in the crowd out of thin air, which frightened a woman around. She not only scolded, "who are you? Why do you suddenly run in front of me and want to eat my tofu! Apologize to my mother! Otherwise, I won't finish with you! "

"Self improvement, I want to practice, I want to practice..." Ye Feng didn't seem to hear her scolding. He was still muttering to himself. When he heard the charming scolding of the female cultivator next to him, his empty eyes just looked up and looked at the surrounding crowd. Suddenly he cracked his mouth and smiled ferociously, and clapped out in the crowd. Suddenly, several devouring magic palms with a radius of five meters flashed out of thin air, devouring all the practitioners around, including the woman who was still scolding happily.

"Ah!! Kill!! Someone dares to kill in gugegui city? Go and inform the mayor to receive the reward! Don't let him run away! " Seeing Ye Feng killing people from afar, he immediately shouted and ran to the distance. Several brave middle-aged practitioners of art experts surrounded Ye Feng in an instant.

... murder? I'm just practicing martial arts. Why do you run? Receive a reward? What does receiving a reward mean?

"I want to practice... I want to practice... Self-improvement, self-improvement..." Ye Feng looked at the practitioners surrounded with empty eyes, waved his palm to them again, and suddenly appeared several black and white magic palms out of thin air.

"Ah!! Dare to oppose... "The scattered practitioners who surrounded Ye Feng didn't expect that Ye Feng dared to use Taoism. They hurriedly prepared to use Taoism to attack Ye Feng fiercely. However, as soon as their defense shield came into contact with Ye Feng's magic hand, the wind melted like the snow in spring. In an instant, all of them were brutally swallowed up by Ye Feng.