Feng Jueyu nodded silently, with a solemn expression on his face. He and Wu Qingqiu looked at each other, and then he was about to walk in, when he heard Wu Qingqiu saying in his ear: "It's not convenient for me to go in, so you'd better go alone.

Bar."

"Huh?" In Feng Jueyu's heart, Wu Qingqiu would not be so well-behaved even if she could not be called a troublemaker. When encountering such a thing, she actually quit on her own initiative. Feng Jueyu felt really strange, and then glanced at Wu Qingqiu,

Seeing her retreating without saying a word, Feng Jueyu subconsciously looked at the woods, presumably the owner of this place wanted to meet him alone.

Turning around and walking into the woods, Feng Jueyu walked very slowly. When he came to this unfamiliar place, he had to be cautious, especially when he saw that the left side of the woods was in a formation of three and three, and the right side was in a formation of five and five. Feng Jueyu suddenly remembered

The word formation, unexpectedly, this small forest also implies the principle of formation.

After walking about ten steps, Wu Qingqiu, Wen Songren, and Gui Yuanbin were no longer visible behind them. They seemed to be surrounded by woods, and a thick red mist filled the air from the depths.

The red mist was not blood mist, but filled with fire energy, and it was not filled with any hostility, which made him relax a lot.

After walking for more than ten steps, the entire forest suddenly became active. The trees deeply rooted in the ground actually moved on their own and separated to the left and right, making way for Feng Jueyu to open a path leading deep into the forest.

The surface ahead also changed, from a forest path overgrown with weeds to a rugged mountain road paved with stones, winding like a snake straight into the depths of a stone house hidden in the red mist.

Feng Jueyu stepped forward, stood in front of the door, and firmly cupped his fists: "Zhou Nanmo came to Feng Jueyu to pay his respects to the senior."

The door of the stone house suddenly opened, making a dull low creaking sound, and then the old voice from before came again: "Brother Feng, there is no need to be polite, please come in and talk."

Feng Jueyu nodded and carefully walked into the stone house holding the hem of his robe.

From the outside, the stone house is dimly lit, but after entering, it suddenly becomes clear. Behind the stone door is a long and narrow corridor. There are torches on both sides of the corridor. The smell of tar fills the corridor, but it is not irritating.

Even Feng Jueyu could smell a tangy fragrance from this slightly unpleasant smell.

Feng Jueyu felt a little strange and quickened his pace. About a hundred meters away, the light suddenly became brighter. Only then did he realize that hidden behind the corridor was a paradise.

The greenery everywhere is full of rich fragrance, and the clusters of flowers are also vying to bloom. The orchids and chrysanthemums are hidden deep in the grass, blooming with charming and arrogant beauty. There is a pond in front, covered with lotus roots and green lotus.

Most of them are blue lotus flowers, and sometimes there are pink lotus flowers floating quietly on the water...

Feng Jueyu was amazed by such a beautiful scenery, and what surprised him the most was that although the water in the pond was extremely clear, and fish could be seen swimming freely in the water, it had a faint heat, as if it had been boiled water.

Light white water vapor is evaporating.

Looking forward along the flower path, Feng Jueyu finally understood where the water in the pond came from. The reason was a jade lotus that was half as tall as a person in the center of the pond...

This green jade lotus flower is so big that if it were on the same level as Feng Jueyu, it would reach her waist. The leaves are big and plump, as green as jade, and it is really beautiful...

Sitting on the lotus was an old man, about six feet tall, with white hair and eyebrows, his eyes slightly open, looking at Feng Jueyu with a smile.

This old man was wearing a light red robe. He was very clean and tidy. His hands were stretched flat on his knees, and a faint light of green fire frequently appeared in his palms. When Feng Jueyu came, he noticed that every disciple of the Huoxiu Sect

They all have different tattoos on their bodies, but the tattoo of this old man is unique. The tattoo between his eyebrows is a mark that looks like a lotus and a fire. I am afraid it is the green lotus fire of Gui Yuanbin and Wen Songren.

When he came closer, Feng Jueyu did not approach rashly, but stopped five meters away from the water of the pond. His eyes fell steadily on the old man, and he deliberately lowered his voice, as if afraid of breaking the tranquility of the area and said: "Junior.

Feng Jueyu, I have met my senior."

The old man raised his head slightly, with a warm smile on his face. He stretched out his hand and floated slowly from the green lotus to the edge of the pond. He stood upright and said with a smile: "You are Brother Feng?"

"I don't dare, I'm downstairs Feng Jueyu." Feng Jueyu replied.

"Haha." The old man smiled and said: "I am an old man who knows nothing about talents. I am lucky to meet you. I am in front of the mountain gate. The bad guy Yuan Bin is disrespectful. Don't blame me for looking at the wind."

Feng Jueyu understood and replied with sincerity: "You're welcome, senior."

When the old man met, he first apologized to Feng Jueyu for making things difficult for Gui Yuanbin. He immediately gained Feng Jueyu's favor, and his words became much more respectful.

Zhi Wucai continued: "I heard that Brother Feng is on the periphery of the grand plan."

"Exactly."

"Oh, I have heard that there are twelve royal families outside Hongtu, but I don't know which sect Zhou Nanyi belongs to?"

Feng Jueyu said sternly: "To be honest with you senior, Zhou Nan was originally a borderland and was unified not long ago. This junior is just an ordinary martial arts cultivator in Zhou Nan."

"Haha." Hearing this, Zhiwu laughed loudly and said: "Brother Feng is too modest. If Brother Feng was an ordinary martial artist, he would not defeat my nephew. I just heard that Brother Feng himself

After cultivating spiritual magic and divine power, what will happen if you don’t know?”

"I..." Feng Jueyu smiled bitterly and replied: "Senior, I still don't know what spiritual power is. This question is really difficult to answer."

Zhi Wucai was not surprised at all. Instead, he twirled the white beard on his chin with a knowing look. He gently raised a palm and said to Feng Jueyu: "Brother Feng, do you mind talking to me?"

I'll give you a slap in the face."

Feng Jueyu smiled, thinking why all the people in this sect have the same problem. They like to compete with you for nothing.

He thought about it, but did not refuse. Knowing that this was Zhiwucai discussing the mysterious skills in his body, he immediately took a step back and slowly moved his flesh palm towards Zhiwucai.

Zhi Wucai, on the other hand, chuckled lightly and reminded: "You don't have to use force, just use your Xuan Gong."

Feng Jueyu suddenly understood, and quickly gathered Liuhe to refine the fire. A surging fire energy erupted from the palm of his hand. It was gentle and gentle, but did not impart tyrannical destructive power.

The two fleshy palms were pressed together, and Zhi Wucai's expression soon changed dramatically. A ball of cyan flames and Feng Jueyu's incandescent fire were entangled together, like two spiritual snakes entangled. After a while,

Zhi Wucai gave him a gentle push and immediately pulled back his strength to stand firm. Feng Jueyu didn't even feel the opponent's anger, and the discussion was completed.

Zhi Wucai's face became extremely bright after he finished his work. He stared at Feng Jueyu closely and asked in surprise: "Brother Feng, did you cultivate this spiritual power by yourself?"

After this trial, Feng Jueyu more or less understood what spiritual magic power is. It should be the incandescent divine flame he is using now. Maybe it is just called by a different name in the inner circle.

However, Feng Jueyu did not clarify it. He just nodded and said: "That's right, senior, what exactly is spiritual power?"

"Haha." Zhiwu returned to his normal expression and said with a smile: "It seems that Brother Feng still doesn't fully understand the great world. Of course, the spiritual power is the power inherited from the gods. Our cultivation is based on the true vitality and energy.

It is based on divine power, and gods are based on divine power. I wonder if Brother Feng can understand this?"

The power of spiritual magic is the power of gods. Feng Jueyu has long recognized this, but there are so many things he needs to know, and he doesn’t know where to start. After thinking about it, he suddenly became enlightened and asked: "

When seniors and juniors met Brother Wensong Renwen, they heard mention of the four words "spiritual magic and divine power", and repeatedly asked about worshiping gods and self-cultivation of spiritual magic and divine power. I don't know what the difference is between the two."

Zhi Wucai chuckled, pointed at two wooden pillars not far away and motioned for him to sit down, and then said: "Brother Feng, do you know what the ultimate goal of our practice is?"

Feng Jueyu sat down and replied: "Nature is to constantly surpass the limits and improve one's own cultivation."

Zhiwucai said: "Yes, but do you know where the limit of martial arts is?"

"Become a god?" Feng Jueyu asked tentatively.

"Absolutely." Zhiwucai said, "How to become a god?"

"This..." This question stumped Feng Jueyu. He hesitated for a long time, then he was suddenly startled and asked in surprise: "Could it be related to this spiritual power?"

Zhiwucai showed a teachable expression, nodded slightly and said: "The spiritual power is actually the sublimation of the true vitality and energy we cultivate."

"Oh?" Feng Jueyu's eyes flashed with light. Zhiwucai directly and simply revealed the essence of the spiritual power, which really made Feng Jueyu feel suddenly enlightened.

He recalled the process of cultivation. At the beginning, it was because he absorbed the power of the Manyou Shenyan and relied on the so-called god's power to make continuous leaps. However, he never discovered that his true energy had been transformed invisibly.

changes.

Then he unintentionally refined the Barbarian Saint Heart Flame, understood the Liuhe Fire Refining, opened the Heart Flame Space, and obtained the True Yang Fire Power. Step by step, he had completely left behind the Four Symbols Power and the True Explosive Energy.

In the back of his mind, although he still didn't know whether his true energy had changed, his instinctive attitude of choosing the strongest martial arts objectively reflected the so-called sublimation of his true energy.

That's right, in recent times, I have relied heavily on Liuhe Fire Refining and Liuhe Vast Land, but I didn't realize that invisibly, the true essence has undergone fundamental changes.

Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu silently channeled his true energy. As expected, he found that not only was his true energy much purer, but it had also been completely transformed. It was no longer in the state of a trickling river, but instead was filled with an overpowering energy.

The breath of power above all living beings.

That is spiritual power.
Chapter completed!