"Hmph, seal? You are too underestimating my Wood Clan forbidden technique, right?" Wood Lion sneered.

"Isn't this a seal?" Lin Feng said in surprise.

"Haha." The wooden lion sneered and continued, "This is the Wood Clan forbidden art, wood spirit art, and a supreme skill. How could it be the roadside guy you think?"

"But I feel that the wood spirit technique you mentioned is to seal my source power." Lin Feng said in a pretentious manner.

"Oh, although this is a supreme skill, your feeling is not wrong. Because my Wood Spirit Technique is so incomplete, it looks like an ordinary seal." The wooden lion had a look of regret on his face.

"Incomplete? Why don't you find a way to get the complete wooden spirit technique?" Lin Feng continued to talk.

"Get the complete wood spirit technique? You really dare to say it." The wooden lion looked at Lin Feng disdainfully, and then said: "If the blood spirit immortal wood is still there, there is still a chance to obtain the complete wood spirit technique, but now it is impossible to obtain the complete wood spirit technique."

"What is the relationship between Wood Spirit Technique and Blood Spirit Immortal Wood?"

The wooden lion thought for a while and said, "I don't know what the specific relationship is. This incomplete wooden spirit technique was learned by my ancestors from the Blood Spirit Fairy. This unique skill can control wood energy."

"Oh, so that's it." Lin Feng said without comment.

"Okay, I've said everything I should say, which can be regarded as satisfying your wish before you die. You should help me refine this black feather." The wooden lion said relaxed and happy.

As the wooden lion said, he buried the source stone in the formation under Lin Feng.

"Although this black feather has existed for many years and has been differentiated for a long time, the energy contained in it is not something I can bear, so I need a physical body to help me refine it first and bear the first wave of violent energy in the black feather." The wooden lion said excitedly to himself.

The wooden lion arranged the source stone, then looked at Lin Feng excitedly, with a frenzy of eyes: "Refining the energy in the black feather, my body will definitely go up to another level. When I reach the peak of the third level of the divine realm, my body will become a saint, and then relying on my powerful body to break through the holy realm and become a saint in one fell swoop!"

Lin Feng twitched his lips. This guy’s plan was indeed perfect.

He thought for a while and then said, "But after Hei Yu refined into my body, Hei Yu disappeared?"

"I will refine you again, won't it be fine?" Mu Shi said for granted.

Lin Feng was speechless. The wooden lion seemed to be a little crazy. In order to gain strength, he directly treated his fellow tribes as a tool.

The Mu Shi was not aware of his cold blood and said to herself: "I originally wanted to use Mu Ning's body. However, his body was too weak and I'm afraid he could not bear the energy of Black Feather, and would waste some of the energy in Black Feather."

The wooden lion general finally checked the formation, confirmed that there was no problem, looked at Lin Feng excitedly and said, "Is there any last words?"

Lin Feng thought carefully: "Where does the Blood Spirit Fairy Tree come from?"

"Huh?" Mu Shi didn't expect that Lin Feng would die and was still concerned about the matter of Blood Spirit Fairy Wood, and the latter's calmness made him feel a little uncomfortable.

The wooden lion couldn't figure out where Lin Feng got the confidence, and he was still so calm at the critical moment of life and death.

However, the wooden lion thought about it and said seriously: "The Holy Spirit Source Air Battlefield is a large source air battlefield."

"So it was there." Lin Feng muttered.

"Okay, after you finish your last words, you can be my stepping stone honestly." The wooden lion held a black feather and was about to use the seal in his hand.

"Wait for a moment! I have something to say." Lin Feng spoke to stop the wooden lion's actions.

"Say!" The wooden lion frowned, with an impatient look on her face.

"Is this safe here? Isn't anyone disturbing me?" Lin Feng asked.

"No, even if you want to force this place to find this place in the third level of the divine realm, it will take some time. Why? Do you think you have good talent and will have a divine realm that will cherish your talents. Can you come and save you?" Mu Shi teased.

"Then I'll feel relieved." Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

An inexplicable look flashed across the wooden lion's face, and a feeling of uneasiness suddenly appeared in his heart. He was about to say something, but he saw a scene that shocked him.

Lin Feng, who was tied up like a rice dumpling, shook his body, and then the red chains around him fell off.

Then, Lin Feng got up with the flow, and at the same time, a powerful and light golden source energy rose from his body.

The incomplete wood spirit technique that the wooden lion is proud of is useless to Lin Feng.

"It's finally done."

Lin Feng stretched, and the Immortal Immortal Sutra was activated, restoring his original cultivation, and unscrupulously releasing the power of the third level of the mortal realm.

"Okay, stop trying." Lin Feng looked at the wooden lion who was trying to use the incomplete wood spirit technique there.

Obviously, the wooden lion still tried to control Lin Feng when he arrived at this situation.

"How could you...be like this?"

The wooden lion's brain was already blank, and it was just a time to breathe. Lin Feng, who was originally like a lamb to be slaughtered, transformed into a big bad wolf.

"Are you a human race?" The wooden lion's eyes showed a look of horror.

At this time, Lin Feng's aura changed drastically, and the red hair on his head returned to black, and the human characteristics were undoubtedly revealed.

"That's right." Lin Feng nodded without comment, then stood there and stretched his muscles and bones, which had tied him up in the past two days.

"Hmph, it's just the mortal realm of the human race!" The wooden lion was not afraid of the ordinary wood clan's Qi-accepting realm, perhaps he was afraid of the mortal realm of the human race, but he was a top genius of the wood clan. He fought the mortal realm of the human race through the level, which should be like eating and drinking water.

The wooden lion's body expanded rapidly, its strength suddenly increased, and its combat power directly broke through the peak of the Qi-Reading Realm, and could fight with cultivators in the Mortal Realm.

"Kill!" The wooden lion was fierce, carrying extremely powerful power and strong source power, and rushed towards Lin Feng.

"roll."

Seeing this, Lin Feng was very impatient and kicked it out casually.

Bang!

The wooden lion tried his best to fight with the cultivator of the human race, but he didn't expect that Lin Feng would kick away like a trash and hit the stone wall in the mountain belly.

"You're still there, you're still playing with you for so many days, haven't you been having enough?"

Lin Feng glanced at the wooden lion sticking to the wall, and felt a little disgusted with the authenticity.

"how so?"

The wooden lion was stuck on the wall, his eyes were dull. He was a top genius of the Wood Clan, and even Mu Tu from the four major tribes was not his opponent.

Therefore, in the perception of the wooden lion, he can defeat the human race in the mortal realm in front of him. After all, the weakness of the human race is well known.

Not only that, there were records of top geniuses in the Wood Clan killing cultivators in the mortal realm of the human race, and it is not uncommon.

The geniuses of the Wood Clan have always been able to defeat human cultivators across large realms.

However, Lin Feng's kick was like kicking garbage, very casually, which made the wooden lion understand that there was a difference between them.

After this kick, Mu Shi knew in her heart that even if he fought with Lin Feng at the same level, he would have been killed instantly.

There is no reason. Lin Feng's kick just now made the wooden lion sense that Lin Feng's source power was too pure and thick. The superior martial arts left by the ancestors of the wooden lion were not even a scum in front of Lin Feng's martial arts.

"Are there any last words?"

Lin Feng walked around the mountain belly and found that the exit from the mountain belly to the outside world had been blocked, and he had to open it again if he wanted to go out.

The wooden lion's face was a little distorted. Just now, he asked Lin Feng in the same words.
Chapter completed!