Thinking of this, Meng Lin gritted his teeth and prepared to give it a try. At worst, after two Fearless Fists were blasted out, the mysterious pattern did not appear, and he would consume his soul and return. At that time, with the weak Dao rhyme of the Fearless Fists that he had just evolved, the Immortal Fate Stele should give him a good ranking.

Meng Lin paused for a moment, looked at the mysterious pattern that appeared on the wall in front of him, breathed a sigh of relief, and clenched his fist again to blast out the second Fearless Fist.

After the punch was thrown, Meng Lin felt that his soul was severely damaged. He could only support thirteen breaths at most before his soul power was exhausted.

While Meng Lin had a headache, he did not forget to observe the mysterious pattern. Fortunately, the Dao rhyme contained in the Fearless Fists blasted out this time was enough to make up for the incompleteness. The pattern gradually took shape after absorbing the Dao rhyme floating around.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths, four breaths, five breaths. Time passed quickly.

Meng Lin smiled bitterly, knowing that even if he saw the mysterious pattern, he might not have time to comprehend it.

The seventh breath! The entire mysterious pattern glowed, and the incomplete part was completely filled. This is a War God Demon-Slaying Picture!

At the moment when the divine picture was completed, a spiritual light quickly wandered on the lines of the pattern. It was obvious that Meng Lin's Dao rhyme mobilized the remaining immortal power and divine will of the War God Demon-Slaying Picture.

Eighth breath! Meng Lin's eyes gradually closed, ready to return.

Ninth breath! Meng Lin felt the immortal power contained in the War God Demon-Slaying Picture.

Wait! There is wood essence!

"It seems that when this immortal power was imprinted on the divine picture, the remaining wood essence of the Tongtian Ancient Tree was accidentally stored in the lines of the divine picture." Meng Lin's mind seemed to be swirling with a storm, and his thoughts were running fast.

Tenth breath! Meng Lin's weak soul raised his right hand, his fingers like swords, and used the power of his soul to simulate the circulation of true qi. Under the crazy purification and refining of the nameless furnace, the mixed innate energy contained in the power of the soul was instantly condensed into a turquoise and crystal water drop.

Eleventh breath! Meng Lin did not stop to mobilize the water drop condensed by the innate energy, urging the Wan Mu Hua Chun Jing, and pointed a finger at the lines of the War God Eliminating Demons Diagram.

Twelfth breath! "Pah!" Meng Lin's soul was shattered, and it was about to die and return to the body.

At the same time, a "boom" sound came from Meng Lin's ears, and he saw a ray of turquoise heaven and earth essence coming out from the lines of the divine diagram. After being refined by the Wan Mu Hua Chun Jing, it went straight into Meng Lin's right hand sword finger, and as the skills were running, it quickly repaired Meng Lin's shattered soul.

Meng Lin breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he was right this time

, and put his mind at ease.

As a result, once the tension was gone, Meng Lin immediately felt pain. This tearing pain in his soul almost made him faint.

Meng Lin did not dare to stop the practice, gritted his teeth and continued to push it, and sent his mind to the nameless furnace, telling it not to rob his life-saving things.

As the wood essence of the Tongtian Ancient Tree was refined into the essence of heaven and earth by Meng Lin and was finally absorbed, Meng Lin's soul gradually stopped breaking and began to be slowly restored.

Meng Lin's pain disappeared, and as the essence of heaven and earth was refined, a hot current flowed through Meng Lin's limbs and bones. The whole person felt that his soul was warm and comfortable, just like soaking in a hot spring.

You must know how pure and powerful the essence of heaven and earth from the fragments of the Tongtian Ancient Tree is. Meng Lin can intuitively feel at this moment that his soul is gradually becoming thick and natural, and even gradually feels like he has recovered his physical body.

Meng Lin was happy in his heart. This must be the unity of soul and body, and this is the feeling of physical body becoming holy.

Unexpectedly, Meng Lin was looking forward to a bright future, but the supply of heaven and earth essence had stopped.

Meng Lin was open-minded. He looked inward with satisfaction at various parts of his soul and found that the strength of his soul had greatly increased. There was a sense of naturalness in his every move.

I am afraid that two consecutive fearless punches would not cause much damage, but the third one would definitely cost his soul life because of the lack of replenishment, and he would be directly teleported back to his body.

After adapting to the powerful soul, Meng Lin began to carefully observe the picture of the God of War and Demon Exorcism in front of him. The Tao rhyme was flowing on the picture, and the dots of Tao rhyme were disappearing imperceptibly. As the Tao rhyme disappeared, the divine picture gradually began to become blurred.

Meng Lin suddenly realized that after the divine picture was refined by himself, there was not much remaining immortal power. It was estimated that when the Tao rhyme dissipated completely, the divine picture would be wiped out, and he needed to hurry up to comprehend it.

Meng Lin concentrated his mind and observed the divine picture.

In the picture, a sky-supporting war god stood between heaven and earth, his feet were not straight, his left hand stretched forward in a seal, and his right hand was raised high as if he was preparing a fist seal. Not far in front of the war god, a half-blurred demon was knocked to the ground, and should have been killed by the war god.

Meng Lin had an idea, and sent out a divine thought to attach to the body of the war god in the pattern. He felt a buzzing in his head, and a vague understanding was circling in his heart.

"This is the Nine Demon-Slaying Styles," Meng Lin thought to himself. It was a pity that he had no immortal power and could not practice it.

He could only learn the form but not the spirit. Moreover, Meng Lin was surprised to find that his understanding was gradually decreasing, probably because the Tao rhyme was dissipating.

Meng Lin's heart moved slightly, and he no longer entangled with other things. His limbs naturally bombarded and danced with his understanding.

Gradually, Meng Lin no longer entangled in the Nine Demon-Slaying Styles, sometimes swinging Chen Chang Chang Fist, and sometimes urging Fearless Fist.

After a while, Meng Lin was no longer limited to Chen Chang Chang Fist, Fearless Fist, or even the Nine Demon-Slaying Styles. He was as peaceful as entering the Dao, but his mind was clear as never before.

Meng Lin's hands were either in seals, claws, fists, or palm knives. The fist intention was either yin or yang, real or virtual. Each boxing technique flowed with the mind and was naturally swung and bombarded.

Later, as the boxing technique evolved, Meng Lin felt that all kinds of natural wonderful principles were coming one after another.

With the last extremely strong and yang divine fist blasted out, the War God Demon-Slaying Picture also disappeared completely.

Meng Lin put his fist back and stood still, frowning and recalling for a moment, and found that the contents of the Nine Demon-Slaying Styles and the War God Demon-Slaying Picture had been forgotten, but fortunately the memory of the divine fist he evolved was preserved.

Meng Lin sorted out his thoughts and renamed the technique that evolved from the three sets of boxing techniques, Fearless Fist, Chen Chang Chang Fist, and Nine Demon-Slaying Styles. After thinking for a while, a name jumped out of his mind: Chaos Divine Fist.

As for the Fearless Fist, as the killer move of Chaos Divine Fist, it guards the bottom line. Fearless Fist will not be used unless it is absolutely necessary and absolutely safe. After all, if you use all your strength at once, you will feel weak and powerless afterwards. The biggest drawback is being ambushed and killed by others.

Meng Lin no longer pondered the Divine Fist in detail. It will definitely take time and sweat to truly integrate and master it. So he sorted out his thoughts a little and climbed up to the second level of space from the wooden spiral ladder.

Who knew that just after stepping onto the ground of the second level of space, before observing the situation inside, Meng Lin felt that the pressure on his entire soul suddenly doubled. His shoulders and head were like being hit by a broken and falling giant mountain, and he couldn't lift them up.

"Plop!" Meng Lin was forced to bend down by the pressure of the spiritual power contained in the second level of space, and his left knee touched the ground.

"Pah!" The left arm was also pressed to the ground by the spiritual power.

Seeing that his limbs were about to be slapped to the ground because they could not bear the pressure of the spiritual power, Meng Lin was very anxious, his mind was spinning rapidly, and he even regretted coming to the second level of the Tower of Babel.

He sighed inwardly: "Is it possible that I will die here after just achieving the initial success of the Divine Fist?"