Chapter 1028: The Temple at the Bottom of the Lake
The Underworld Emperor Zheng He was a figure 200,000 years ago. The current big bosses of the human race are several generations lower than him. Two hundred thousand years ago, the Underworld Emperor Zheng He's status was the same as the current Shuiyue Holy God. Almost, invincible in the world, a world of its own.
Of course, his purpose in creating the underworld was to build a place of exile for evildoers, specifically to house the evildoers, wicked people, and demons of the entire human race, and imprison them in the underworld so that they would not do evil to the entire world.
But then the Hades Emperor Zheng He suddenly disappeared, and the underworld suddenly became chaotic and gradually turned into the evil place it is now.
"Could it be that Senior Zheng He died here?" Feng Feiyun said.
"What the hell, his bowl is here anyway, I'm going to order this treasure." The turtle rubbed its paws, and its body began to expand, and soon it became the same size as the underworld's bowl. The inscriptions on the turtle shell were complicated. , breathing heavily, spitting out fire from his mouth, and actually started to refine the Hades Bowl.
Mao Wugui became like this because of witchcraft. After listening to the flute sound of the Holy Flute, he refined a large amount of fire essence. The witchcraft on his body has begun to loosen, and his strength is slowly recovering. Now if it were to attack with all its strength, it would be equivalent to the cultivation level of the fourth level of feathering.
If the witchcraft on it is completely resolved, I really don't know how powerful it will be.
"Dang."
The light on the Mingbo dazzled, and there was a soft sound, and a ray of Holy Spirit light flew out and hit the turtle, sending it flying away.
"Damn, what's going on? The spirit of the Holy Spirit vessel is automatically attacking." The turtle got up from the ground, blood dripping from his mouth.
Feng Feiyun noticed one thing keenly. The turtle's shell carried a mysterious power that automatically blocked the Holy Spirit's blood from the outside. Even the Holy Spirit's blood could not hurt it.
The bowl rotated, forming a huge vortex of blood waves, which swept the turtle into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, smashing into pieces.
The Mingbo stopped.
"The spirit of half a Holy Spirit vessel is actually so strong." Maowu Gui was a little scared and did not dare to approach the Ming Bowl and stepped away from it.
After it retreated, Mingbo calmed down and did not attack again.
Feng Feiyun knew that any vessel associated with the Holy Spirit was extraordinary. He walked over cautiously and stood next to the bowl, observing the words and patterns on it. Suddenly, a murderous aura came from behind.
It came too quickly and was full of terrifying power.
Feng Feiyun's entire back was cold. He suddenly turned around and slashed out with his sword, hitting a large cauldron. His body immediately flew backwards and was almost shattered by the "Tianlong Cauldron".
"Bang."
Feng Feiyun knelt on one knee, holding the ice with his palms, staring at the thirteenth prince of the Dragon Clan who came out from behind the Tianlong Cauldron, with a cold look in his eyes, "The prince of the Dragon Clan will also attack people from behind."
The Thirteenth Prince of the Dragon Clan was carrying the Heavenly Dragon Cauldron. He was wearing fluttering white clothes and had a charming demeanor. He smiled and said, "Are you a human?"
"boom."
Feng Feiyun flew up, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and slashed with the sword. The blood wave was split and bombarded on the Tianlong Cauldron, making a deafening sonorous sound.
The Thirteenth Prince of the Dragon Tribe held up the Tianlong Cauldron with one hand, and said with a mocking look in his eyes: "You have just been severely injured by the power of the Holy Spirit vessel. The power of the Holy Spirit rushed into your body, destroying your body." Daoji, do you think you are still my opponent now?"
A dragon roar came from the Tianlong Cauldron, and the dragon-shaped sculpture seemed to come alive, bursting out with a huge power like the Holy Spirit, and rushed back, smashing the power of Yaohuang Sword, and a dragon shadow emerged from Feng Feiyun's chest passed through his body, and then flew back to the Tianlong Cauldron.
Feng Feiyun stood with his sword across. Standing there, the inner elixir of the Holy Spirit in his body seemed to be broken. The power of the Tianlong Cauldron was flowing throughout his body, destroying the body's mechanism and destroying the Tao principles in his body.
Feng Feiyun quickly mobilized the "Essence and Blood of the Great Sage", "Clay Human Ears", and "Ancient Bronze Ship" to guard the brain, heart, and the inner elixir of the Holy Spirit. As long as these three places are not affected by the power of the Holy Spirit, If you destroy it, you won't be seriously injured.
Feng Feiyun remained motionless, as if he had turned into a sculpture.
The thirteenth prince of the Dragon Clan stood opposite and sneered: "Your mother is a traitor to the Dragon Clan, and you are a shame to the Dragon Clan. You thought you would be my opponent, but you are just a despicable half-demon. Your defeat at my hands is the best proof that you are not as good as me at all."
The Thirteenth Prince of the Dragon Clan believed that Feng Feiyun was certain to die and was not in a hurry to kill him. He fixed his gaze on the Ming Bowl and his eyes lit up slightly, "Take half of the Holy Spirit vessel from me."
The cultivation of the Thirteenth Prince of the Dragon Clan is so powerful that he has reached the eighth level of Ascension. More than five thousand Holy Spirit Dao principles in his body have lit up. What he has comprehended is the Ancestral Dragon Dao. The Holy Spirit Dao is thicker and more powerful than other monks. Even more powerful, they all rushed towards Mingbo, trying to suppress Mingbo's weapon spirit and subdue this half of the Holy Spirit vessel.
"Giggle."
A shrill laughter suddenly came from the Mingbo. It sounded like a ghost, making people's hair stand on end.
The Thirteenth Prince of the Dragon Clan was also a little upset. He suddenly backed away and saw a bloody hand emerging from the black bowl. The ghostly mist was filled with death, and it was like a hand crawling out of hell. The ghost hand comes out.
The thirteenth prince of the Dragon Clan held the Heavenly Dragon Cauldron in front of him as if facing a formidable enemy.
"It turns out that this ghost was causing trouble earlier. Could it be that the Pluto Emperor is not completely dead?" Mao Wugui was also startled, and quickly retreated behind Feng Feiyun, directly picked up the motionless Feng Feiyun, and then Started to run away, not daring to stay here.
The Thirteenth Prince of the Dragon Tribe saw Mao Wugui resisting Feng Feiyun and wanted to catch up. Suddenly, the Mingbo flew over and grabbed a bloody claw on the arm of the Thirteenth Prince of the Dragon Tribe, trying to kill him. Drag it into the bowl.
The expression on the face of the thirteenth prince of the dragon clan changed drastically. He immediately cut off one of his arms, protected his body with the Tianlong Cauldron, and then transformed into an ancestral dragon and escaped.
The creature of Mingbo's son was so terrifying and so deadly that the thirteenth prince of the dragon tribe had to cut off one of his arms, otherwise he would be dragged into the bowl and die with no bones left.
But in this moment, Maowugui and Feng Feiyun had already escaped without even their shadows.
"Damn it, how could a turtle run so fast?" The thirteenth prince of the dragon clan did not catch up with Mao Wugui. He felt very shameful. A dragon actually let a turtle slip away from under his nose.
The thirteenth prince of the dragon tribe looked at his bloody shoulder. The dragon energy was circulating in his body, and his flesh and blood were immediately regenerated, and a new arm grew.
Maowu Turtle carried Feng Feiyun and ran quickly, his two feet turned into fire wheels, and soon escaped into a secret place like a temple. Seeing that the thirteenth prince of the Dragon Clan did not catch up, he rushed Put down Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun was sitting in the temple, trying to refine the Holy Spirit's energy in his body before the Thirteenth Prince of the Dragon Clan caught up with him.
This temple is built at the bottom of the Blood Lake. It is like an underwater dragon palace. It is completely black. There are two stone carvings of ancient animals parked in front of the door. The words on the door plaque have been decayed and cannot be seen.
The temple is very deep, with an altar parked in the center and two blue stone statues sitting on it.
The stone statues are carved of two women, with blue hair like a waterfall. One woman is holding a long bow, and the other is holding an ancient arrow. The lines are soft, in line with the way of heaven, and the temperament is elegant, just like the statues of two gods.
After Mao Wugui saw these two statues, his eyes were filled with tears. He knelt down in front of the statues and kept worshiping, "Two holy ancestors, Lao Mao, I finally found you. Unfortunately, you are all dead. Turned into stone sculpture."
Maowu Gui was extremely emotional and squatted in front of the statue and said something.
Feng Feiyun finally injected the Tianlong Cauldron into his body to refine the Holy Spirit's energy. The number of Holy Spirit's principles in his body actually increased by one, reaching eighty-three Holy Spirit's principles, and his cultivation level took another step forward.
Feng Feiyun stood up and saw Maowu Turtle worshiping the statues there. He couldn't help but feel a little curious. He also stared at the two statues. They were both very beautiful women. They were very young, but their aura was extremely powerful. There was a kind of The feeling of being sacred and inviolable.
"Who are they?" Feng Feiyun asked curiously.
Mao Wugui said: "The two saint ancestors of the tomb are also the two great-grandmothers of the Ji family sisters. Half of the reasons why I came to the Little Fairy World back then was because I wanted to go back to them. I didn't expect that tens of thousands of years have passed. They have fallen and turned into stone sculptures."
The "Yang Divine Twins" are not biological creatures, but a special kind of existence with an extremely long lifespan. Just like the Ji family sisters who have lived for more than 6,000 years, they are only equivalent to a human being of fourteen or five years old.
If they live for ten thousand years, they will be considered just adults. Even if they live for one hundred thousand years, they will only be considered in their prime and glory. But for other creatures, even if they cultivate to the realm of the Holy Spirit, they may not live for one hundred thousand years.
This is the mysterious place where the Yang divine twins are different. When they are alive, they are not living things. When they die, they become stone sculptures.
Feng Feiyun also paid homage to the two Tomb Saint Ancestors, and at the same time, he thought of the Yang Sacred Fetus in the hands of the Ji family sisters. If he could obtain the Yang Sacred Fetus, he would be more confident in reaching the realm of the Holy Spirit.
Thinking of this, Feng Feiyun immediately opened the passage to the Kingdom of Heaven and sent a message into the Kingdom of Heaven.
Although you cannot enter the Kingdom of Heaven in the Fairy World, you can bring people from the Kingdom of Heaven to the Fairy World.
The sisters of the Ji family came out of the Kingdom of Heaven and were still the same as before. Compared with before, they seemed to have never grown up, but their temperaments had changed a lot. Cultivating in the Kingdom of Heaven made them His cultivation level has increased a lot.
Ji Xinnu is stunningly beautiful and even more graceful. She actually feels like she is competing with women of the same level as Xuanyuan Yiyi and Jiutian Yanyu.
Ji Xiaonu has also matured a lot and has no intention of quarreling with Feng Feiyun as soon as they meet. His eyes immediately focus on the two blue stone sculptures.