Those strands of hair seemed to be alive, dancing wildly and beautifully in the air.
The hair is silver, but red, yellow, green, blue, black and other colors occasionally flow within it. The changes between each color are subtle and natural.
Of course, Zhao Feng has no intention to observe these carefully now.
He only knew that he was at a critical moment in shaping the altar, but his divine eyes were undergoing a transformation.
"what to do?"
Zhao Feng felt a little anxious.
Based on past experience, the transformation of the divine eye may cause him to fall into a deep sleep.
And the sleeping time is not fixed.
Now, he has created three altars, but what if at the last critical moment, the divine eye transforms and makes him fall asleep.
Once the creation of the altar fails, he will be knocked back to his original shape, and it will take a very long time to recover.
But the oppression of the Spirit Clan is also imminent, and he must attack the divine throne as soon as possible to resolve these threats.
After struggling for a moment, Zhao Feng decided to continue his attack on the divine throne.
According to past experience, the change in hair color is just a sign of the transformation of the eyes. The specific transformation time will have to wait for some time.
"You must successfully attack the divine throne before the divine eye transforms."
Zhao Feng's eyes flashed with determination.
Outside the palace, the speed at which the huge five-color vortex and the altar absorbed vitality suddenly stagnated.
This phenomenon caused people nearby to look shocked.
"Is it over? There are only three shrines?"
"Haha, it seems like this. Although he can defeat the fourth-level true god, his potential is limited..."
Many of the core disciples who were closest to him laughed at him.
Condensing the three altars, most of the core disciples of the Spirit Clan can do it.
"No, it's definitely more than..."
In the distance, Zhao Yufei believed in Zhao Feng that the three altars were not the end.
At this moment, another shadow of a shrine was outlined above the huge palace.
"Four Temples"
There was a complete commotion all around.
Being able to defeat the fourth-level true god does not mean that he can unite the four divine platforms, but being able to do this means that his talent and potential are excellent.
Above the clouds, the expressions of several ancient gods changed.
"Although this boy does not have a high-level bloodline, his talent and potential are very good."
"The four sacred platforms are extremely strong. Once formed, they are invincible at the fourth level and can fight against the fifth level."
Several ancient gods had sharp eyes and made judgments based on this vague vision.
At this moment, several figures appeared not far away.
"Those are the people from the 'Holy Land of Life'"
The crowd nearby who were paying attention to Zhao Feng's breakthrough vision were immediately attracted by the three young disciples.
"I didn't expect Brother Xiahou to come..."
The core disciples of the nearby Spirit Clan immediately stepped forward to greet him.
The Holy Land of Life is the dominant force in the Purple Spirit Realm, and the Spiritual Race has to bow its head in front of it.
Among the three people, the leader was dressed in pure and simple light green robes. His body was straight and majestic, and his green eyes were shining with crystal luster.
"What's happening here?"
The majestic man looked at Zhao Feng's palace, slightly surprised.
This person is Xia Houwu, the sixth-level true god of the Holy Land of Life, the owner of the Eyes of Life, and one of Zhao Yufei's suitors.
"Brother Xiahou, you also know that there are many disciples in the Spirit Clan who are pursuing Zhao Yufei, but this boy has won Zhao Yufei's heart, so we issued a challenge to him. This boy is not strong enough, so we are anxious to break through.
God’s position…”
Zhang Yutong greeted him with a smile.
Although he is also a sixth-level true god with spiritual bloodline, he is no match for Xiahou Wu.
In addition, Xiahou Wu's faction is one level higher than the Spirit Clan.
"Brother Xiahou, are you here to challenge him too?"
A core disciple of the Spirit Clan asked.
“No need”
Xia Houwu said coldly, casting his gaze towards the distance, where Zhao Yufei was.
In his opinion, even if Zhao Feng breaks through to the divine level, he cannot be a match for these people from the spirit race, and there is no need for him to take action at all.
In addition, Zhao Feng is the man that Zhao Yufei likes after all. If he humiliates Zhao Feng in person, Zhao Yufei will definitely hate him.
It would be better to let the people from the Spiritual Clan take action and drive Zhao Feng away while he directly comforts and pleases Zhao Yufei.
"Yes, yes, how can such a little guy be worthy of Brother Xiahou?"
Zhang Yutong still smiled and complimented.
Above the sky, the eyes of the ancient gods of the Spirit Clan were also looking at the three people in the Holy Land of Life.
"They are all physically very strong, and coupled with their superb self-healing and recovery powers, as long as they bring a few soul defense artifacts, they will be invincible at the same level."
"He is indeed a genius of the Holy Land. Compared with him, the core disciples of the Spiritual Tribe pale in comparison."
Boom hoo hoo
The vitality of heaven and earth near the Spirit Clan was frantically absorbed by the five-color vortex of vitality, and transported to the ancient dreamland, Zhao Feng's body.
At the same time, in the low-grade divine crystal veins beneath Zhao Feng's ground, there is endless heaven and earth energy and divine power for Zhao Feng to extract.
In addition, the treasures of heaven and earth he prepared for the attack on the divine throne have long been consumed.
Half a month later, the fourth altar was finally successfully assembled.
"Then the fifth one"
Zhao Feng felt a little excited, but also anxious.
At this time, less than half of his light blond hair had transformed into silver.
But the silver hair gradually changes color in the natural dance, giving people a dreamy flowing feeling.
And his left eye also had a hint of tiredness.
In the divine eye space, the mysterious golden ball rotates rapidly, and its color is also changing.
The golden ball was gradually approaching silver, but its surface was filled with a layer of dreamlike and blurred light.
It's as if this small ball contains a dreamy liquid.
When the appearance of the fifth altar was outlined, the outside world was completely shocked.
"The fifth altar, this guy is so brave."
"Haha, once you start building the altar and are unable to continue, then all your previous efforts will be wasted and everything will be in vain."
Many disciples around him suddenly laughed.
But at the same time, they were a little jealous. They were jealous that Zhao Feng had the courage to shape the fifth shrine, and they were jealous that he could shape the fifth shrine into its prototype.
"Hmph, you are overestimating your own capabilities."
Xiahou Wu snorted coldly.
Only the top quasi-gods in the Holy Land can achieve the fifth-level godhood, such as the "Guanlong Quasi-god" in the Holy Land of Life.
"Haha, I'm afraid this kid is going to fail. Every time he fails to attack the divine throne, he will lose a certain amount of potential. He is useless..."
To be continued...