Under the palace of the Beiwu Ao clan and in the abyss, two dragon-headed turtles were carrying two giant monuments on their backs.
"He can actually solve the curse of God..."
"I think this son should be the son of destiny."
"There will be many difficulties in the future when the cause and effect are involved."
"Since we are helping me, you and I should also help him."
The two giant turtles said and said, and finally, from the abyss, a blue light slowly rose and floated into the palace of the Beiwu Ao tribe.
At this moment, Zhang Yifeng was filled with divine light in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the emerald green light flow forced the invasion of nearly three hundred divine soul powers.
Zhang Yifeng grabbed the void with both hands, gritted his teeth, his eyes turned white, and his seven orifices were bleeding.
On the side, Qing Yurou looked at the situation in front of her, her face full of anxiety.
"Idiot! Idiot!"
Qing Yurou cursed a few angrily, and Gang wanted to sit cross-legged and lead his soul into the hungry ghost realm to help Zhang Yifeng perform this despicable act. At this moment, a breeze wrapped Qing Yurou and sent it aside.
The azure blue light ball floated in front of Zhang Yifeng and poured into Zhang Yifeng's body with the stream of azure blue light. Everything around Zhang Yifeng's body dissipated, and his eyes were crystal clear, like a gem.
"Guixumu."
Zhang Yifeng's eyes changed, causing shock waves to rise above Zhang Yifeng's sea of ​​consciousness, but in an instant, all the power of his spiritual consciousness was suppressed.
"Thank you for your help!"
With a loud shout, Zhang Yifeng collided with his fists. The next moment, the hungry ghost's power surged into nearly three hundred divine powers.
Countless branches of blood veins reflected in Zhang Yifeng's mind, either being invaded by death or not at all strange. Zhang Yifeng controlled the hungry ghost power and poured into the bodies of nearly 300 Ao tribe members. Each hungry ghost power needs to be controlled very carefully.
The phantoms of the three Ghost Emperors suppressed the bloodlines of all the Ao tribes, preventing them from being affected by the power of hungry ghosts.
Zhang Yifeng peeled off his cocoon, and with the blessing of Guixu's purpose, the sea of ​​consciousness became stronger, and Zhang Yifeng's soul's perception power also rose to the next level.
Under this dark sea, time seems to have lost its meaning. Half a year passed, and as Zhang Yifeng fell heavily to the ground, the entire Beiwu Ao tribe palace was filled with bursts of vitality.
The vitality is even more vast, endless, and very magical than the vast ocean.
Qing Yurou helped Zhang Yifeng up and looked at Zhang Yifeng who had already fainted, with a complicated expression on her face.
"A guy who doesn't know how to do what he can."
After a long time, Qing Yurou spat, feeling that the vitality in Zhang Yifeng's body was still alive and nothing happened. Qing Yurou was no longer worried.
More than 200 members of the Northern Wu Ao tribe have now solved the curse barriers in their bloodlines. They are all alive and lively, and their old looks have also returned to youth, and even Xuan Qingxuan is like this.
Now Xuan Qingxuan is even more beautiful and looks extremely delicate.
Among the entire Beiwuao clan, the tribes were crying with joy and were already on the verge of extinction. Zhang Yifeng's appearance not only brought hope, but also lifted the curse obstacle.
At this moment, Zhang Yifeng looked like a god in the eyes of the Beiwuao clan.
Xuan Qingxuan pulled Qing Yurou: "Since he hasn't woken up yet, please stay here for the time being. He will recover from his wounds and leave."
"good."
Qing Yurou did not reject Xuan Qingxuan's kindness. Zhang Yifeng's cultivation level had already fallen, and he only had the cultivation level of the Immortal Emperor Realm. Now he was even more injured because he saved the Beiwu Ao clan.
As one of the top imperial clans in the entire Chaos Realm, the Beiwu Ao tribe is even more lean than a horse, even if it is declining, and there must be many treasures in this Guixu Sea.
And these treasures can be used as the source of Zhang Yifeng's recovery.
Half a month passed this time. As Zhang Yifeng woke up, he looked at the magnificent magnificence above his head and knew that he was still in the palace of the Beiwuao tribe.
"woke up?"
During these days, Qing Yurou waited by Zhang Yifeng's side without leaving. Zhang Yifeng woke up and she felt it as soon as possible.
"Well, how long has it been?"
"It has been half a year for you to solve the Beiwu Ao tribe just by solving the problem, and now it is half a month."
Zhang Yifeng rubbed his swollen and painful head and a breath of turbid air grew: "In more than half a year, it's worth it to control the Zhenwu Xuan Armor."
After a pause, Zhang Yifeng looked at Qing Yurou, his blue eyes were extremely deep, and those eyes could suck everything into it like Guixu.
"Your eyes..."
"Oh, it was Guixumu given to the two emperor-level powerhouses of the Northern Wu Ao tribe under the Netherworld Abyss. This trip was a great harvest and it was worth the trip."
Upon hearing this, Qing Yurou sighed helplessly. In Qing Yurou's opinion, what Zhang Yifeng did was to dance on the tip of a knife every time.
It can be said that if Zhang Yifeng’s behavior is not careful, it will be doomed.
But every time Zhang Yifeng can get rid of danger and benefit from it.
"I'm afraid that only by not fearing difficulties and obstacles can we bear the supreme fortune."
Looking at the man in front of him, Qing Yurou thought to herself secretly.
As Zhang Yifeng got up, his well-proportioned and strong body appeared in Qing Yurou's sight.
"Where is my clothes?"
“Put on clothes.”
The two spoke almost at the same time. Zhang Yifeng looked at her naked appearance and looked at Qing Yurou again.
The latter turned his head and remained silent.
"It was Miss Yurou who took off your clothes and wiped the blood on your body. She carried too much soul power that day, and your body was almost broken."
Just as Zhang Yifeng reached out and the light of his hand turned into clothes and draped over his body, Xuan Qingxuan walked slowly outside the room.
Now Xuan Qingxuan is wearing a white plain dress with golden thread embroidered with mountains and rivers and a golden crown on her head. Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you a clan leader?"
"For this incident, the credit was taken on my head by the clansmen, carrying the wishes of the clansmen and serving as the head of the clan leader."
Xuan Qingxuan's tone was relaxed. Now that the troubles of the Beiwu Ao clan were solved, the haze in her heart had completely dissipated.
"No, this trouble has not been resolved yet. If the mantra caster is not resolved, there may be changes in the future."
Zhang Yifeng shook his head, and at this moment, a trace of solemnity appeared on Xuan Qingxuan's face: "This is a trouble, the Supreme Elder has sent me a message to tell me to wait for you to wake up and let me take you to Guixu."
"Walk."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yifeng did not hesitate at all.
The trouble encountered by the Beiwu Ao tribe this time made Zhang Yifeng feel difficult.
Zhang Yifeng naturally would not refuse the invitation from the Supreme Elder of the Northern Wu Ao clan.
"The things here seem to be somewhat related to the secrets deep in this world. We should be able to learn something from the Supreme Elder of the Northern Wuao clan."
Chapter completed!