When Huo Xin arrived at the Yubel Mountains, the ancient liger had already left for a long time, and the smell of blood was still in the air.
Huo Xin looked at the bloody corpse lying on the ground, and her old body trembled. This was the Supreme Elder of the Six Sacrifice Immortal Sect, a half-step giant, but now he was split in half.
"I'm afraid I've offended a ruthless person this time. Even Fairy Mu was captured. Something bad is going to happen." Although Huo Xin was frightened, she had experienced too many storms and quickly calmed down. Her body was cold. And fiercely, he quickly rushed back to the Six Sacrifice Immortal Sect.
Only the strong ones in the Immortal Cult can be asked to take action, or even the leader of the cult must be alerted.
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Along the way, Mu Xirou was naturally dishonest and very tough. She even wanted to resist, but was suppressed by Feng Feiyun. After being defeated for the fifth time, she finally calmed down.
Of course she can also choose to commit suicide, but suicide also requires courage. An ant can still survive, let alone a cultivator.
Immortal cultivators are cultivating the path to immortality. How can they die before they have accomplished the path?
Besides, although this man claimed to be a flower-picking thief, he was very well-behaved along the way and did not violate her. In such a "good" environment, she was reluctant to commit suicide. She might as well wait for the strong men from the Six Sacrifice Immortal Sect to come. Rescue.
Mu Xirou was driving honestly with Bai Ruxue outside, while Feng Feiyun in the ancient car was still practicing the second "Picture of Young Silkworm" in the "Golden Silkworm Sutra".
This picture is much more profound than the first one. The young silkworms are like golden dragons, sometimes lying on the ground, sometimes looking at the sky, sometimes chewing, sometimes lying on their backs... This simple picture of young silkworms is actually filled with eighteen thousand species. The changes give people infinite mystery, just like eighteen thousand golden silkworms wandering around in the body, shining with divine glow.
When he practiced the first Silkworm Painting, it was because Feng Feiyun already had the foundation and quickly perfected it. The height of the second Silkworm Painting climbed in vain, and it was very difficult to comprehend each change.
With the help of this period of understanding, Feng Feiyun has only comprehended more than 300 changes, which can be regarded as understanding a corner of the second silkworm picture. The golden silkworm Buddha energy in his body is also transforming to a higher level. , become more sacred, become more pure.
This was the fifth day after capturing Mu Xirou. After crossing a hundred thousand miles, passing countless mountains, rivers, and plains and fertile lands, we finally entered the territory of Fan County.
On this day, Feng Feiyun's cultivation improved greatly again, reaching the middle stage of the seventh level of destiny.
Although it is said that after reaching the seventh level of destiny, many people's cultivation speed will slow down, and sometimes they cannot break through a small realm for decades, but there is no obstacle to Feng Feiyun. In terms of cultivation resources, world spirit The number of spiritual stones, spiritual herbs, and spiritual elixirs in the stone is comparable to that of an ancient immortal sect combined.
Secondly, he fused the left hand of the King of Hell and was nourished by part of the evil power in the left hand of the King of Hell. It is not surprising that he was able to break through to the middle stage of the seventh level of destiny in just one month.
With the "Golden Silkworm Sutra" in hand, Feng Feiyun is sure to reach the eighth level of destiny within one year.
"It is rumored that the most powerful person in the ancient world of the Shenjin Dynasty was called Fo Canzi, and it seems that he composed the "Golden Silkworm Sutra"."
The reason why Feng Feiyun wanted to visit that ancient temple ruins was that he was somewhat interested in the legendary "Buddha Canzi". He heard that Buddha Canzi practiced Buddhism in that ancient temple tens of thousands of years ago.
"How long will it take to reach that ancient temple ruins?" Feng Feiyun opened his eyes, and there were streaks of golden brilliance flowing around his body, which soon gathered into his body again.
Mu Xijudao: "It will be dark soon. Today we can only go to the ancient city closest to the ruins of the ancient temple, Fancheng. I heard that it is also an ancient and distant city. It is an ancient city at the same time as the Wangxin Temple. Although many people later Although it was renovated for the first time, many ancient relics were preserved. Many Buddhist practitioners who came to worship the ancestors at the ancient temple ruins would stay in Fancheng. Over time, the Buddhist culture in Fancheng became more and more prosperous. It may be developed into a Buddhist city in the future.”
"Then let's go to Fancheng first." Feng Feiyun closed his eyes again and practiced.
Although Mu Xirou was in awe of Feng Feiyun, she did not really surrender. She glanced at Bai Ruxue sitting on the other side of the ancient car and said, "He is really a flower-picking thief."
Bai Ruxue was also practicing. At this moment, she opened her eyes slightly, glanced at her lightly, and said: "A little more powerful than the Flower Picker Thief."
Mu Xirou had a reflective look in her eyes. Her cultivation level was two realms higher than Bai Ruxue's, but she didn't take her seriously and said, "Then did he do anything to you? "
After saying this, Mu Xirou's face turned a little red. Why did she ask such a question? She felt a little regretful, but after all, she had already asked it and she was waiting for Bai Ruxue to answer her.
When Bai Ruxue heard this, she immediately became unhappy. She gritted her teeth tightly and said, "If you were more honest, he might just treat you as a maid, and even wait until he doesn't want to use you." Sometimes, he might let you go, but if you're not honest, then I don't know what will happen."
After saying this, she closed her eyes directly, pinched the brilliant spirit stone in her hand, and started practicing again with her eyes closed.
Mu Xirou was a little dissatisfied. She always felt that Bai Ruxue had been conquered by "Gust of Wind" and completely turned into a female slave of Gust of Wind. However, she was definitely not a woman who accepted her fate. Since she did not accept her fate, she would not be conquered by him. conquer.
She is a proud woman, how could she be willing to be conquered by a flower-picking thief?
"The leader and others should already be on the road. In Fancheng, this is the place where the flower-picking thief lies."
Mu Xirou's starry eyes flashed with a bit of pride, but immediately, she also felt a little sad. After all, she fell into the hands of a flower-picking thief. Even if she was not tainted, she might be stained in the future. No People would think that she is really clean.
Thinking of this, Mu Xirou felt that this flower-picking thief should be cut into pieces.
As night fell, three ligers and tigers pulled a somewhat shabby ancient car and drove into Fancheng.
This ancient city is brightly lit and busy with traffic. Many Buddhist monks gather there. There are also many shops selling Buddhist instruments on both sides of the ancient street. Of course, there is no shortage of monks from all walks of life who go to the ancient chariot ruins to hunt for treasures.
Because the news of the publication of the "Golden Silkworm Sutra" came out, for Buddhist monks, it seemed to mean the arrival of the second Buddhist era. More Buddhists came to Fancheng to worship. Today's Fancheng is actually unprecedented. of excitement.
Although the Liger ancient car looked shabby, it still attracted the attention of many people. The monks from all walks of life on the ancient street cast their eyes over it.
"What is the identity of the person in the ancient car that he lets two stunning beauties drive for him?" A young talent said rather displeased.
"One of the beauties seems to be Fairy Mu from the Six Sacrifice Immortal Sect."
"It is indeed Fairy Mu. Could it be that the person in the ancient car is the leader of the Six Sacrifice Immortal Sect."
The face of the young talented man who was still a little displeased changed slightly, and he said in a whisper: "Anyway, he must be a big shot, and we can't afford to offend him."
The Liger ancient chariot drove straight into Fancheng. The monks on the ancient streets gave way one after another, knowing that a big shot was definitely coming.
The ancient car parked under one of the most gorgeous inns in Fancheng, which was like a Qionglou Jade Palace. Feng Feiyun took Bai Ruxue and Mu Xirou and walked straight in. In order to show his demeanor as a flower-picking thief, Feng Feiyun He even deliberately took out a folding fan to show off his suave appearance.
When you come to an inn, you naturally come to stay.
According to Feng Feiyun's understanding of the ancient temple ruins along the way, there are more than just a few ruins there. It is estimated that he will stay in Fancheng for a long time. Now he is a flower-picking thief and can be regarded as a giant in the evil way. Where does he live? Naturally, there can be no ambiguity.
The guest rooms in this inn are ridiculously expensive, and only monks with some skills can afford them, but Feng Feiyun is rich and doesn't care about these small sums.
"In the battle of Tonglu Mountain, the Sun and Moon Immortal Sect may have become the biggest winner. I heard that they dug up a supreme spiritual root, which is more precious than the Little Spirit Immortal Tree in Mount Putuo. Now the Sun and Moon Immortal Sect may have won. He has taken the title of the No. 1 Immortal Cult in Shizi Mansion." A white-haired old man with a boyish face was drinking wine on the second floor. The wine in the cup was not ordinary, but three hundred years old. You could smell the wine from a distance. It has the smell of spiritual grass.
Those who can afford to drink this kind of wine are not ordinary people.
Sitting opposite the old man was a monk wearing a bamboo hat and sneered: "The three ancient immortal sects in Dizi Mansion all have great foundations. It's hard to say which one is stronger. The Sun Immortal Sect and the Ten Thousand Fa Immortal Sect are also giants. With such existences, the Sun Moon Immortal Sect may not be able to compete with them."
"I heard that Wu Yangsheng of the Sun Immortal Sect has reached the eighth level of destiny. He is really amazing. He has reached the level of a super giant in less than a hundred years. I am afraid that even those epic-level geniuses may not be able to do it."
"Chen Mojin of the Ten Thousand Fa Immortal Sect has cultivated Ten Thousand Fa to Unify, and is able to display twenty-seven times the combat power. He can kill no one in the world, and no one can suppress him."
The old men next to that table all had a good background. Some covered their faces with bamboo hats, while others covered their faces with phantoms. Only the old man with gray hair and boyish face showed his true face. Some people recognized the old man as the city lord of Fancheng. , is also the governor of Fan County, Wang Anyu, is a giant, and the power behind him is terrifying.
Anyone who can sit with him will naturally have a lower status than him.
The monks who recognized Wang Anyu's identity all had unnatural expressions on their faces. They distanced themselves slightly from the old men and hid aside, not even daring to listen to one more word of what they were talking about.
Some words cannot be heard.
"Da da." Footsteps sounded.
At this moment, a girl whom Feng Feiyun was quite familiar with came down from upstairs with a group of monks. Along the stairway made of gold and copper, she shone brightly like stars holding the moon. It was the Sun and Moon Immortal. Liu Ruixin, the daughter of the religious giant "White Moon Messenger".
She looked quite young, but very beautiful. Standing on it, with her hands behind her back, she said with a somewhat domineering tone: "The Sun Immortal Sect was once just a branch of our Sun and Moon Immortal Sect. Sooner or later, one day It’s better to surrender and come back.”