As soon as Zhang Yifeng started to use the magical power of the Heavenly Dao Wuxian, he felt that the muscles in his body were constantly being pulled and expanded.

Endless spiritual energy filled every inch of his nerves and skin.

That kind of pain is like someone using a knife to scrape down his skin layer by layer.

Zhang Yifeng kept telling himself that he must not give up and that he must persevere.

When practicing this technique, you have to endure a pain that ordinary people cannot bear, but once you have to endure, your body will change.

Crunch...

Not long after, the pain felt even more fierce than before. Zhang Yifeng could clearly hear that his flesh was torn apart.

At the beginning, the flesh and blood were torn apart from the feet, and a lot of spiritual energy would be poured into the torn area, as if it was to burst Zhang Yifeng's entire foot.

Then, the spiritual energy continued to rise and the flesh was constantly torn apart.

Zhang Yifeng's consciousness began to feel a little drowsy because the pain was too strong.

However, when he thought that his master's revenge had not been avenged and the lost people had not been found, Zhang Yifeng kept silently reciting the contents of the martial arts.

Beside Zhang Yifeng, He Yajiao also entered a state of cultivation, but unlike Zhang Yifeng, the corners of He Yajiao's mouth rose slightly.

A sword score of ancient and modern times appears in front of He Yajiao. Every action on the sword score is so simple, but it is fatal.

Looking at the movements and descriptions, He Yajiao felt her body constantly waving her long sword, and every time she waved it, it would make the surrounding air still.

Not only that, He Yajiao's body gradually turned from its original yellow skin to red. As the spiritual energy passed through He Yajiao's whole body, her whole body was blazing with raging fire.

This is the effect of He Yajiao's phoenix bloodline being sublimated.

I have to say that the spiritual energy in this sea of ​​flowers is indeed pure, and it is smoother than practicing in the cultivation tower.

In just five hours, He Yajiao had almost recorded the contents of the first level, but she was still exploring and practicing in her sea of ​​consciousness.

At this moment, time seemed to stop. He Yajiao could not hear any sound around her, but was just practicing constantly.

Every time you practice, the raging fire wrapped around your body will become more intense.

Two days later, He Yajiao only felt her body feel extremely comfortable, and her bloodline was boiling. She suddenly opened her eyes.

After feeling her current state, He Yajiao suddenly realized that her cultivation level had gone from the second level of the out-of-body stage to the fifth level of the out-of-body stage.

"Phoenix Ming Nine Heavens", this technique is simply too domineering. If this technique is not available, it would take at least half a year for He Yajiao to directly cross three realms.

Because of her joy, He Yajiao did not pay attention to Zhang Yifeng. She planned to continue practicing with her eyes closed, but then she realized that when she wanted to open Feng Ming Jiutian's second level of practice, she could not understand the magic of the second level.

However, this was already very satisfied for He Yajiao. She opened her eyes and turned her head.

"Hate, I'm at the fifth level of the out-of-body stage now, you..."

Before he finished speaking, He Yajiao saw cracks appearing on Zhang Yifeng's body, and the skin all over his body was like this. In the cracks, blue air flowed through, and Zhang Yifeng's expression was also very painful, and the sweat beads on his forehead kept falling down.

Could it be that Zhang Yifeng is so obsessed with practice?

Thinking of this, He Yajiao ignored it and her whole body immediately pounced on her, but before she could touch Zhang Yifeng, she was hit by a very domineering airflow.

"Hate, wake up and wake up quickly. Don't practice anymore. If you continue practicing, you will die."

He Yajiao said this and rushed up again, but the result was still the same as before.

The airflow that bounced He Yajiao away did not look like spiritual energy.

This kind of power He Yajiao had seen before in the Supreme Elder, which was the power of the domain.

The power of the domain is a kind of ability that will appear as long as it is in a closed state, which can fully protect the practitioner himself.

Seeing Zhang Yifeng, the painful expression became stronger and stronger, and the cracks on his skin were getting more and more. Tears in He Yajiao's eyes kept flowing down.

At this time, she suddenly remembered Feng Ming Jiutian whom she had practiced. That set of swordsmanship has various forms. If she waved it in a gentle state, it could relieve some pain.

He Yajiao no longer hesitated and immediately stood up. With a wave of her hand, a long sword appeared in her hand, and then she waved it in the sea of ​​flowers.

The long sword was in He Yajiao's hands, as if it was combined with her.

He Yajiao kept dancing beside him, and the long sword was spinning around He Yajiao, and each stroke could produce a very friendly and majestic style.

With his enchanting figure and graceful dancing posture, this is simply a beautiful picture.

At this time, Zhang Yifeng suddenly felt a warm current flowing through his body, and the original pain was significantly reduced, although his body was still injecting spiritual energy.

...

Meanwhile, the periphery of Death Canyon.

The near-crazy Nangong Zhi was constantly slaughtering disciples of Wusheng Sect.

In just two days, Nangong Zhi had killed hundreds of disciples of Wusheng Sect.

Because of his poor strength, Bai Jingjing was trapped in a formation by Nangong Zhi and could not escape.

At this time, Nangong Zhi, covered in blood, slowly approached Bai Jingjing like a demon: "Junior sister, I think you are so hard. Since the first time I saw you, I felt that my soul was hooked away by you, but you just didn't look at me directly."

Bai Jingjing stared at the beast in front of her with vicious eyes, and her momentum did not weaken at all.

"Senior Brother Nangong, I advise you to think it through before talking. Do you know what you are doing now? These are all your fellow disciples."

"Haha, brothers and sisters? There is no such statement in Wusheng Sect. In Wusheng Sect, everything is based on interests, and whether it is the sect leader or disciple, they all exist for the sake of interests."

"This world is ugly. Everyone has desires in their hearts. As long as there is desire, there will be no disciples in the Wusheng Sect."

At this moment, Nangong Zhi ignored everything, and the desire in his heart had completely eroded him.

"Nangong Zhi, you are not a human at all. Are you not afraid that your master will kill you?" Bai Jingjing spoke again.

When Nangong Zhi heard this, he did not show fear, but laughed louder.

"Haha, don't mention the old immortal to me. If he hadn't wanted to kill me, would I have taken this step? Since you came to Wusheng Gate, this old immortal has acted like a dog."
Chapter completed!