A breakthrough in realm is accompanied by a stronger physique.
The bones in Feng Feiyun's body are flashing, about to transform into phoenix bones.
This excellent opportunity, if used well, can transform more bones into phoenix bones.
Feng Feiyun naturally would not miss this opportunity, and immediately took out a large amount of fire essence, absorbed it into his body, and urged more bones to transform into phoenix bones.
"Bang, bang..."
The bones were constantly vibrating, making sounds one after another. In just a quarter of an hour, forty-one phoenix bones were born.
Now the number of phoenix bones in his body has reached 397, and his physique is one step closer to the mythical realm.
Feng Feiyun's spiritual consciousness looked inside and discovered that after fusing the inscription divine skin, the ability of those spirit beast combat bodies to comprehend the Holy Spirit's principles became more powerful. Many spirit beast combat bodies have cultivated the second Holy Spirit's principles, and even
Some have cultivated the third way of the Holy Spirit.
With one hundred Holy Spirit Principles of his own, plus the Holy Spirit Principles possessed by the 10,000-headed spirit beast fighting body, Feng Feiyun now has a total of 27,850 Holy Spirit Principles in his body, far exceeding those of the feathered ones.
A monk at the eighth level of peak.
As for the thirteenth prince of the Dragon Clan, Feng Feiyun is now eight levels sure of defeating him.
Mao Wugui and the Ji sisters were alarmed by the aura erupting from Feng Feiyun's body, knowing that his cultivation level had broken through again.
"The eighth level of emergence." Mao Wugui stared at Feng Feiyun with a profound look in his eyes.
It wanted to see through the thoughts of the Holy Spirit comprehended by Feng Feiyun, but it couldn't see through them at all. It seemed like it didn't exist at all, and it seemed like it was everywhere.
This is the way of truth.
Feng Feiyun made some calculations with his fingers and said: "It has been two years and five months, why is the door of the temple still not opened?"
Although this is a holy land for cultivation, it would take a hundred years for Feng Feiyun to reach the ninth level of ascension, but he cannot wait that long. The world is now in chaos, and a catastrophe will come at any time.
If we stayed here for a hundred years, God knows whether Xiniu Hezhou would have been destroyed.
Maowu Gui was not in a hurry. He felt that this was a paradise for cultivation, and he had the opportunity to completely refine his witchcraft. He smiled and said, "If you can reach the Holy Spirit Realm, you can break out."
Mao Wugui's cultivation has reached the seventh level of feathering, and his body has undergone great changes. His originally smooth and white skin has grown many scales, and his head has become a little weird, with some things similar to snake crowns growing on his head.
antenna.
"This turtle can't really be an ancient Xuanwu." Feng Feiyun thought in his mind, always feeling that its body was transforming into a Xuanwu.
After another six days, the altar in the center of the temple finally moved again and began to rotate. The door of the temple slowly opened, and clouds and mist blew in from outside the door, bringing with it a bit of cool air.
The temple flies among the clouds.
The door of the temple finally opened.
Everyone in the temple was overjoyed to be able to go out. Who wants to be trapped here forever?
Feng Feiyun rushed out and stood on the stone platform of the temple, looking at the rolling sea of clouds under his feet. Two flames shot out from his eyes and he looked into the distance.
This is a vast land, boundless, with some ferocious ancient beasts running on the ground, as high as mountains, roaring at the temple above the sky.
"roar."
A huge beast fist bombarded the sky, but it could not touch the temple at all.
The flying speed of the temple was so fast that it was far behind, and in the end it was completely invisible.
Everyone stood on the steps outside the temple, looking at the ground beneath their feet. No one noticed that the eyes of the two blue statues in the center of the temple moved slightly, emitting a blue holy light, and then dimmed again. Go down and converge into the body.
"This is the center of the Immortal World, the Immortal Continent. In the post-primordial period, many powerful creatures were born here, including even Holy Spirit-level beings. The temple actually brought us to the Immortal Continent." Mao Wugui said.
Feng Feiyun said: "I feel that the temple is flying very fast, as if it is about to fly out of the fairyland continent."
"That's true. Let me see. Let me see."
The thatched turtle escaped from the turtle shell with a fragment of dragon skin. Some ancient patterns were outlined on it, and some places were specially marked.
This is a map of the fairy world.
"It's strange." Mao Wugui scratched his neck with his claws and said, "The temple is actually flying towards the 'Tianzhimentai' again."
Feng Feiyun narrowed his eyes and said: "You mean, the temple took us to sink into the ground, flew to the fairyland continent, and now it takes us to fly back to the 'Heaven's Gate Platform'."
"Based on the direction of the temple's flight, we are indeed flying towards the 'Heaven's Gate Platform', and will probably fly back to the ancient ruins. What is the reason for the temple's flight in this circle?" Mao Wugui was puzzled. untie.
Feng Feiyun looked towards the direction of Tianzhimen platform, and took out the small stone of destruction. The small stone burned again, and the burning became more and more fierce, as if it was going to destroy the world. It burned through Feng Feiyun's palms.
"What a terrifying world-destroying aura, could it be...could it be..."
Feng Feiyun stood on the top of the temple, dressed in white as snow, with black hair and green hair, with his hands behind his back. He had an aura like an airy swordsman on his body.
His eyes were far away, and he felt a monstrous world-destroying aura coming from the direction of the Heavenly Gate Platform, pregnant with divine power that could destroy the heaven and the earth. Even though it was hundreds of millions of miles away, it made people feel fear in their hearts.
Mao Wugui also felt the aura, and said with a heavy heart: "The World-Destroying Monument has been born."
In the temple, a woman's majestic voice sounded, "You guys must return to the temple quickly. The World-Destroying Monument will be fully unveiled soon, and the temple will move forward at full speed and return to the Gate of Heaven."
This voice is extremely vast and deafening, just like the will of the true God between heaven and earth.
Whose voice.
Feng Feiyun's figure disappeared from the top of the temple. The next moment, he appeared in the temple, staring at the two beautiful blue statues in the center of the temple. At this moment, blue holy light emerged from the statues. It is simply like the true manifestation of God.
The door of the temple is closed and it is flying at full speed.
Maowugui and the Ji sisters were now kneeling in front of the statue.
Mao Wugui said with tears in his nose: "Two holy ancestors, you are not dead yet. After all, you still have a will left behind. This is the last time Xiao Mao sees you."
"Who said we are dead?" The beautiful statue holding the Broken Immortal Bow issued a majestic divine thought. Its body was crystal clear, as if carved from sapphire. Although it was still a statue, it seemed to have endless vitality.
Mao Wugui was surprised and said: "Both Saint Ancestors are already dead... so hard, could it be..."
"He actually insulted the Holy Ancestor and asked for a beating."
The thatch turtle flew out and hit the temple wall, smashing into pieces.
The voice of the statue of the Holy Ancestor holding the Holy Arrow of Meteor in his hand was much gentler, saying: "We have been wandering in the universe for forty-eight thousand years, and our spiritual thoughts have left the body, incarnated into millions, and turned our bodies into stone sculptures. It can delay the loss of vitality. Now our spiritual thoughts have returned one after another, and we will soon be fully awakened under the nourishment of the blood of the eight Holy Spirits."
What a perversion.
Traveling in the twilight realm for 48,000 years, carving the body into stone, and delaying the loss of vitality, any of these methods would shock the world.
How many years have these two old witches lived?
Feng Feiyun's heart was filled with shock, this is the real living fossil.
The eight holy spirits in the blood lake were probably killed by them and turned into holy spirit blood to nourish their bodies and keep their vitality from being lost.
Mao Wugui was overjoyed and said: "It's so gratifying and congratulatory that the two Saint Ancestors are not dead. If the two Saint Ancestors return to the tomb, they will definitely be able to take charge of the overall situation, clear out the rebellion, and eliminate the internal thieves."
"We all know what happened in the tomb. We will go back and settle the matter slowly in the future. Now that the World-Destroying Monument is released, it is the top priority." The eyes of the Saint Ancestor holding the Broken Immortal Bow were crystal clear. Wan Xingchen was pregnant in his pupils, staring at the turtle kneeling below, and said: "Who are you, and how do you know our identities."
Mao Wugui said: "Reporting to the Holy Ancestor Shuhuang, I am Xiaomao."
The statue holding the Broken Immortal Bow is called "Shu Huang", and the statue holding the Meteor Holy Arrow is called "Xue Ying".
They are the twins of the Yang Holy Son, and they are the two holy ancestors of the tomb. They have lived for more than 200,000 years. It is estimated that it is difficult to find living beings in the world who have lived longer than them. Even the Dragon Clan The Ancestral Dragon King is a junior in front of them.
"I've never heard of it." Holy Ancestor Shuhuang said indifferently.
Mao Wugui kept wiping his sweat and said: "Fifty thousand years ago, when the two saint ancestors were still in the tomb, my grandfather and I visited the two saint ancestors together. The cultivation of the two saint ancestors was astonishing. Naturally, they will not remember my little Xuanwu. My grandfather was the northern guardian of the tomb at that time, but it fell into the pit thirty thousand years ago. Although it has reached the realm of the Holy Spirit, its lifespan is far from that of the tomb. Compared with the two saint ancestors, I would have inherited my grandfather's position and become the northern guardian of the tomb. But then something happened to the tomb and the position of northern guardian was taken away. I hate it, I I am so loyal, I am so magnificent, I am so..."
Existences at the Holy Spirit level can discern everything in just one thought. Naturally, they already know the identity of Mao Wugui, but they feel that this turtle is too wordy.
"Bang."
Then the turtle was knocked out again and hit the wall.
This time, after it was knocked out, it got a benefit. The witchcraft that had sealed it for tens of thousands of years was actually broken by the Xueying Saint Ancestor with a random blow.
"The witchcraft on your body has been released. Please restore your cultivation. Since you are the grandson of old Xuanwu, you will still be the guardian of the northern part of the tomb in the future." Saint Ancestor Xue Ying's body was crystal clear and his voice was soft. , his personality is much gentler than that of Emperor Shuhuang.
"Thank you, Holy Ancestor Xueying."
The body of the turtle was rapidly transforming, and soon it turned into a huge Xuanwu. Its cultivation was rapidly recovering, and countless spiritual energy from heaven and earth gathered towards it, and its aura became more and more terrifying.
The essence of fire it had collected before was now put to use and was absorbed crazily by it. Its cultivation quickly surpassed that of Feng Feiyun, and it was still rising upwards, as if it was about to break through the realm of the Holy Spirit.