A black crow flapped its wings and flew up from the branch. Its big black eyes stared closely at the bloody female corpse, and it opened its sharp mouth and was about to peck...
The air of death was permeating the air, and the female corpse, which was still fresh, was already decaying.
"You beast, can you eat anyone's flesh?"
Feng Feiyun stretched out his finger, pointed out a black fingerlight, pierced the black crow, exploded into a dance of blood, and a ball of flames burst out: "cracking" and burning.
The female corpse was taken down and laid flat on the ground. There was no trace of life on her body, and she still had body temperature, which proved that she had just died.
Feng Feiyun stood there, overlooking the female corpse on the ground, and was silent for a long time. Then he dug a hole and buried her in the forest. It soon turned into a lonely grave in the wilderness.
Cold wind, cool night, lonely grave.
A generation of evil sect witches were stunningly beautiful during their lifetimes, but after their deaths, they were also a bloody corpse, buried in this most desolate place. After many years, they turned into a pile of loess.
By then, this lonely grave may have been smoothed over by time.
Thousands of years later, who still knows that there was a woman like her in this world?
At that time, Feng Feiyun might still be alive, and might occasionally remember her, but his face and name must have been blurred, and he couldn't even remember where she was buried.
I just know that there was such a woman who passed through my life at that time.
"Everyone is a passerby in this chaotic world. When he is born, it means a step by step death. No one can escape."
Feng Feiyun just stood silently in front of the grave, concentrating and thinking deeply. His heart was a little heavy, but he didn't have much emotional fluctuations.
People who practice Taoism may really become more and more indifferent.
If you see this world clearly, you will take some things lightly! Life, old age, sickness and death are all destiny. How can human beings resist the power of heaven?
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Feng Feiyun and the female demon did not enter Banta Mountain, but settled at the foot of Banta Mountain and arranged formations to hide their traces. The monks from various forces came to the vicinity of Banta Mountain to investigate, but no one found them.
them.
The female demon sat cross-legged on a huge boulder, motionless, and sat there for three days. There was an invisible force on the top of the mountain, drilling into her body to help her recover her cultivation.
According to Feng Feiyun's guess, the reason why she wanted to return to the foot of Banta Mountain was because she wanted to absorb the power of the ancient altar.
Feng Feiyun was sitting cross-legged in a formation, his body filled with precious light, and a bright Zhenyao Lingshi in his hand was fading away at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was quickly absorbed.
"Bang!"
When this piece of Zhenyao Lingshi was absorbed, on Feng Feiyun's right arm, the spiritual energy gathered at one point, and a life point exploded.
Suddenly opened, golden light bursts out from the life point, communicating with heaven, earth and Dantian.
The endless spiritual energy rushes back to the body, just like a spring of sweet rain watering the human flesh and blood.
"The thirty-fourth life point!"
Feng Feiyun opened his eyes, and his life points sank from the surface of his skin, hiding in his veins. In the past three days, Feng Feiyun's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and he has opened twenty-five life points in a row.
Including the nine life points that were initially opened, there are a total of thirty-four life points.
The life point is the bridge between Dantian and heaven and earth.
The more life points are opened, the more spiritual energy of heaven and earth can be mobilized, and the cultivation will naturally be stronger.
"A total of two thousand-year-old spiritual grass and five true radiant spiritual stones were consumed. One thousand-year spiritual grass can help me open ten life points, and one true radiant spiritual stone can help me open one life point."
Whether it is the Millennium Spiritual Grass or the True Brilliance Spiritual Stone, they are all treasures in the world of immortality.
Especially the thousand-year-old spiritual grass is extremely rare, each one is worth tens of millions of gold, and can arouse competition among monks in the destiny realm.
Feng Feiyun's two thousand-year-old spiritual grasses were dug out from the Feng family's ancestral land. It is already quite difficult to get one now.
"There are a total of 360 potential life points in the human body. How many resources will be consumed to open all 360 life points?"
The cultivation of Divine Base Dzogchen can rely on the accumulation of time as well as the accumulation of resources.
It's just that the resources consumed are so huge that even the forces at the level of the Four Gates cannot afford to consume them. Only the top Tianjie can enjoy such treatment and use countless resources to accumulate a peerless genius.
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The eight epic geniuses, the Highnesses of the Evil Sect, Princess Luofu... these people were almost all accumulated with endless resources, otherwise they would not have been so terrifying at such a young age.
For example, it would take an average person twenty years of practice to cultivate all the 360 life points in the realm of the Great Perfection of the Divine Foundation. This can only be accomplished by talented people.
But for Princess Luofu and others, they can completely rely on the huge spiritual resources to cultivate 360 life points in two months.
This is the difference between the two.
Therefore, the higher the status of geniuses, the more fiercely they compete for the limited resources in the immortal sect. In this way, they can practice faster and the gap between them and their peers will become wider and wider.
Opening the thirty-four life points made Feng Feiyun's cultivation level improve a lot.
Suddenly, from the sky in the north, there was a loud sound of war drums, boom, boom, boom. This sound carried a frightening and demonic power, and after hearing it, people's hearts were shaken violently.
The sound of the drums got closer and closer, becoming louder and louder, making people feel dizzy.
The wind was strong in the air, and the drums sounded like thunder.
Feng Feiyun suddenly stood up, with flames in his eyes. Looking to the north, he saw a huge drum with a diameter of thirty feet suspended under the clouds.
The giant drum has a bronze shell and is covered with a layer of skin covered with scales.
A hammer with thunder and lightning hit the drum skin, making a sound that shook the earth.
The person holding the hammer was a four-meter-tall ancient slave with muscles as cold as cold iron and a golden glow on his skin. His hammer was likely to have a force of millions of kilograms and could flatten a hill.
"The ancient altar is actually rotating. Could it be that someone is absorbing that secret power?"
A group of evil sect elders wearing black robes flew out from behind the giant drum. Each one stepped on the black clouds, with blood lines flowing on their skin, looking at the top of the mountain in the distance.
This is the evil sect monk from the fourth hall of Senluo Hall. His Royal Highness Xue Changxiao from the fourth hall is also suddenly there, wearing black clothes, standing side by side with the evil sect elders.
On the top of Banda Mountain, the ancient altar has mysterious power. No one has been able to understand the power of the altar for a long time, making this place deserted for a long time, but no one can despise it.
Not long ago, an earth-shattering battle took place here, which alarmed many powerful figures of the older generation. They rushed here one after another. After two months of exploration, they found that the altar on the top of the mountain had actually started to rotate recently.
These older generation monks could no longer bear it and planned to climb the mountain to explore.
"Boom!"
A huge black temple slowly sank from the clouds, revealing half of the temple, while the other side was hidden in the clouds.
A terrifying evil force came from the huge palace, making the air unable to flow, and the whole world seemed to have turned into a pool of stagnant water.
The elders and His Highness of the Fourth Temple of Senluo bowed slightly and bowed deeply to the temple on the sky.
"That's the deputy palace master of Senluo's fourth palace. He's a super fierce man." Bi Ningshuai squatted on the ground and looked at the temple from a distance.
"How do you know?" Wang Meng also squatted beside him, not believing his words.
"I'm really ignorant and too lazy to explain to you."
Bi Ningshuai shook his head, and suddenly his eyes shrank, staring in another direction, his eyelids twitched, and he exclaimed: "What's going on? Why are the corpse collectors here too?"
Wang Meng followed his gaze and saw an old man wearing a black and white corpse-carrying robe on the dim snow road, standing there motionless, with a huge bell suspended above his head, like a divine bell.
Behind this old man were more than a hundred evil corpses, standing in a long row, with green light shining in their eyes.
Wang Meng just glanced at the old man and felt that his scalp was numb and his heart felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His lips trembled and he asked: "Is this the legendary corpse hunter from Beijiang Prefecture?"
"Nonsense, this should be the cave master who cannot corpse the cave. This is a giant-level old ghost!" Bi Ningshuai recognized the old man with a hooked nose, and his whole body was nestled in the snowdrift.
"It seems that he came here to collect the ancient corpse of Juqing. I heard that the Sifang Tianhou fell in Banta Mountain and turned into a corpse." Wang Meng said.
"Tsk, tsk, it's definitely for Juqing's ancient corpse. Those corpse exterminators in Beijiang Mansion will definitely go crazy for it. I can guarantee that it's not only the cave master who can't corpse cave, but also many powerful ones hidden secretly.
The corpse chasers, even those from the ancient corpse caves, have already arrived." Bi Ningshuai looked at the corpse aura billowing on the sky, gritted his teeth, and said decisively.
The commotion at the foot of Banta Mountain was too great, and several waves of older giants from powerful forces appeared, each occupying a position and eyeing Banta Mountain.
Some are for the altar on the top of the mountain, some are for the giant-level ancient corpses, some are for the secret ancient treasures in Banta Mountain, and some want to take a road from Banta Mountain to enter the hinterland of Sansheng County and rush to Yuhua Tomb.
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The female demon stopped practicing and opened her starry eyes, as calm as a stone sculpture. Although the pressure in the air could break stones, she was as calm as water and calm.
"Why are so many super strong people coming? What on earth can make them so tempted?"
Feng Feiyun rotated the Phoenix Sky Eyes to observe in the void. He was getting more and more frightened. In just half an hour, five waves of great forces came. Each wave had giant-level figures sitting in charge. The older generation
A large number of monks appeared.
"Hmph, there are ancient rumors that the altar on Banda Mountain fell from the sky. Who can discover the secrets or become a saint?" the female demon said coldly.
Feng Feiyun's eyes narrowed, he glanced at her slightly and said, "Have you discovered the secret of the altar?"
The succubus can absorb the power of the altar, and she may have discovered the source of the altar's power!
The temptation to become a saint is so great that even giants will flock to it.
"Huh!" The female demon snorted coldly, but didn't say a word. She obviously felt that Feng Feiyun was not worthy of asking her questions.