Feng Chen opened his mouth slightly. Just after reciting the word "Feng", the blood in his body began to boil, and his body temperature rose rapidly. It was like being burned by fire, which was unbearable. Feng Chen frowned slightly and wanted to endure it, but he felt a feeling in his chest again.
There was a sharp pain that made people convulse, and then a ball of blood surged into the throat.
After Feng Chen spit out the blood, the blood automatically condensed into "Feng" in the air. His whole body felt a little better, but he still covered his chest with his hands. Feng Chen knew that it was not over yet, so he endured the pain of burning his body while thinking.
"A lifetime of dust".
When the word "one life" came out of his mouth, his blood boiled more violently, and the pain in his chest doubled. An ordinary person would have screamed in pain, but Feng Chen knew that if he gave up at this time, he would never be able to complete the heaven-defying blood sacrifice, and his longevity would be
Already lost, he clenched his teeth tightly and forcibly let out a roar of "Wei Chen".
Although Feng Chen only recited the word "Wei Chen" more, he could clearly feel that a little bit of his soul had been extracted, and 30% of his blood had evaporated in an instant. Moreover, due to lack of blood, he was so weak that even the return talisman could not be used.
Can't be crushed.
However, the price is that the word "Feng" becomes a hundred feet in size, which is a hundred times larger than Bing Xin Fengchen's first time. Moreover, the word "Feng" also has a huge suction power, which can absorb all the millions of ghosts, and then continue to change.
Small, turned into a drop of black blood, feeding back to the dust.
Feng Shiyu seemed to be prepared. He put the teleportation talisman in Feng Chen's hand, crushed it for him, and then rushed towards the palace alone. Just as the ghost was taken away, a ghost tomb spread out ten miles away.
He released endless black energy and let out a sky-shattering ghostly howl: "How dare you take my clone! You are seeking death!" Then it turned into black light and flew towards Tianling Mountain.
Tianlingzong
Feng Chen suddenly appeared, vomiting blood, and fell to the ground at the gate of Tianling Mountain. He felt the black blood entering his body and heading towards his heart. At this time, Feng Chen suddenly discovered that a smaller drop of black blood was already in his chest, which was the seal of falsehood.
The soul blood of 300,000 ghosts in the world, and there is also a black solid inner elixir hidden deep in the heart.
Feng Chen was about to make a calculation when he found that Ji Ping had already helped him up and said, "Are you okay, senior?"
Only then did Feng Chen think of his situation. With a thought, he used Xuanbing's cold energy to condense a snowflake, and then said, "I'm seriously injured and can't do my exercises for the time being. You help me enter the sect first and find a quiet house.
Things will be given to you afterwards."
Ji Ping was overjoyed when he saw Xue Hua, but after carefully observing Feng Chen, he frowned and asked, "But if senior doesn't have the token in the gate, he can't enter the Dongxu Formation at all?"
Feng Chen suppressed the severe pain and smiled and said: "I am the elder of our sect. This formation cannot stop me, so don't worry."
Ji Ping saw Feng Chen being so indifferent, and felt that it was reasonable, but out of self-interest, he said: "But senior, I don't have a flying sword, so I can only carry you on my back. You should have some spiritual weapon, right?"
At this time, Feng Chen felt that Ji Ping was not that easy to fool, and he was very good at asking for treasures, but he was not a real senior, so he began to pinch it secretly with his fingers, recalling the Xuan Bing Sword Intention he had just learned, and said coldly
He shouted: "Young man is too greedy and your opportunity has been lost."
After Feng Chen finished speaking, he used Xuanbing Sword Intention, condensed a three-foot ice sword under his body, dragged his body, and slowly flew into Tianling Sect.
Ji Ping was stunned by Feng Chen's words and Xuan Bing's sword intent. He froze on the spot and watched Feng Chen leave without moving. When Feng Chen completely disappeared from sight, he realized that he had missed the opportunity.
She held her hair in regret with both hands.
Fengchen's mind control of the sword was extremely laborious, and when he came to the entrance to the false world in his memory, he fainted and died on the stone bed.
…
At this time the palace
Feng Shiyu's icy blue eyes stared at Xiang Xi, who was wearing a red wedding robe, and said coldly: "I will save your life, but you will never see each other again if you leave Feng Chen."
Hearing this, Fang Xiang's black eyes turned blood red, and he clenched his fists with his jade hands. Even when facing Feng Shiyu, who was suspended in the air, he refused to be outdone and said sternly: "I don't need your help. Tell me where my husband is."
Feng Shiyu did not answer, but shot the Guizong Talisman into Fang Xiangxi's hand, and said coldly: "I have no obligation to tell you, but if you crush the Talisman, you agree to my conditions. If not, you
I will die here." Then he turned around and walked away on the ice.
Fang Fangxi looked at the Guizong Talisman in his hand, threw it directly on the ice, and then roared at Feng Shiyu's back: "Don't even think about taking away my things from Fang Xi."
…
Late at night, the crescent moon hung in the sky, and the white moonlight shone down on the earth with comfort. With a slight moan, Feng Chen slowly opened his eyes, raised his head and looked outside the cave. When he lost consciousness, it should be
It's noon, and it's dark now. Has half a day passed, or more?
Feng Chen got up and sat cross-legged on the stone bed. He endured the trauma on his body. He pinched and calculated for a while and found that he had been unconscious for half a day and had less than thirty-two days to live. He was about to lament his tragedy when a feeling of hunger hit him.
The feeling came back.
Feng Chen pinched it with his hands again and found that his body was now completely exhausted and had lost too much blood, so it could not absorb spiritual energy automatically. If he didn't eat anymore, he would starve to death, but now it was extremely difficult to even walk.
Feng Chen thought of Jiuyou Xuan Gong, tried to mobilize the smallest soul blood in his heart, and then slowly pulled out a slender soul thread, only one thousandth of the size of a hair, exuding deep purple resentment, but
Fengchen was a Nine Nether Immortal spirit body, so he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
Feng Chen guided a faint thread of soul to slowly flow into the dantian and enter the first meridian according to the transformed route.
Feng Chen found that although his cultivation was completely useless and the spiritual energy that had accumulated in his Dantian for many years was gone, his meridians were still unobstructed and wider than before. As the six meridians circulated, his hunger was somewhat relieved, but the speed was too slow.
Feng Chen then remembered the "Qingmang Sword Code" and wanted to restore his cultivation first and then fill up his spiritual veins. But after a brief thought, it seemed that he had to open the third level of the meridians to practice, otherwise the spiritual energy would be turned into a sword and the meridians would be easily damaged.
Feng Chen used "Tian Ji Ce" to calculate whether it was feasible, and found that because he had understood the meaning of Xuan Bing Sword and the meridians in his body were unobstructed, he could use "Qing Mang Sword Code".
So he began to absorb the floating spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and at this moment Fengchen suddenly realized that the spiritual energy in Tianling Mountain was ten times stronger than that of the Tianwu Dynasty. If he could practice here for five years, he could be able to withstand the hard work of the previous fifty years, and Fengchen
If I had practiced here since I was a child, I would definitely be able to transform into an ordinary person by now.
After calculating, Feng Chen couldn't help but shook his head and sighed secretly: "No wonder the disciples of the sect that I met before were obviously similar in age to me, but all of them had higher cultivation than me. I thought I was a fake genius, but it turned out to be the spiritual energy of the Tianwu Dynasty.
It’s too thin.”
The sealing life is thirty-two days.
Chapter completed!