Chapter seven hundred and twentieth one year and eight months
Only ancient bronze ships can withstand the huge aura of the Holy Spirit.
Feng Feiyun placed the ancient yellow stone coffin on the ancient bronze ship. There was a force on the ancient bronze ship that could suppress the breath of the Holy Spirit and reduce the impact.
The "Dragon Horse River Picture" on the ancient bronze ship wrapped the ancient Huangshi coffin, and the breath converged, and then flew into Dantian and sailed in the sea of Dantian.
After finishing all this, Feng Feiyun began to look at the Emperor's Saint Pendant in his hand.
The light on the Emperor's Saint Pendant has slowly descended. A piece of unpretentious jade is crystal clear, like a cyan full moon, with specks of light inside, as if dotted with stars.
There is a word "Emperor" printed on the jade pendant. It is vigorous and powerful, and it has the power to suppress people. It is pregnant with the way of the Holy Spirit.
If the power of this piece of Emperor's Saint Pendant hadn't been sealed, just the word "Emperor" would have killed the Feathered Sage.
"Senior probably wanted to train me, so he sealed the power of the Emperor's Saint Pendant. If I were to directly obtain the power of the Emperor's Saint Pendant, I would definitely be unwilling to make progress and rely too much on this power, which would be harmful to my practice.
Useless."
Feng Feiyun will naturally not take the Emperor's Saint Pendant as his own. If he finds the descendants of the senior Emperor's Tomb, he will return the Emperor's Saint Pendant.
This is a promise he made, and he will naturally fulfill it.
The back of the Emperor's Saint Pendant is engraved with many pictures and texts of mountains and rivers, which is the shape of a world.
"Isn't this the home of Teizuka-senpai?"
Feng Feiyun memorized the shape of the mountains and rivers, and should pay more attention to such a place in the future.
"This cultivation actually took one year and eight months." Feng Feiyun put away the Emperor's Saint Pendant, then calculated the time and found that one year and eight months had passed.
For other monks, one year and eight months is nothing. Just one retreat may last for decades. But now in the tomb of the Holy Spirit, even one day may cause earth-shaking changes, let alone
One year and eight months?
I originally came to see Xiao Qingqing, but I didn't expect that I would encounter this opportunity and it would take so long.
Feng Feiyun has now reached the fourth level of Nirvana, and his cultivation level has improved a lot. He has also obtained the magical power to destroy all the ways of destruction. Now, even when he encounters the ancestors of the ancient clan who have reached the fourth level of Nirvana, he can backhand him.
its suppression.
Feng Feiyun took off his dragon scale and phoenix leather clothes and was able to use the power of the 180 million Holy Spirit ashes in his body to resist the power of the red cold water.
"This place is really weird. The red cold water here can actually make the bones of the Holy Spirit immortal for hundreds of millions of years. Maybe the bones of some strong men have also been preserved. It's better to bring the Holy Fruit with you. It has knowledge like the Holy Spirit.
You should be able to understand the reason."
Feng Feiyun returned the same way, and as soon as he emerged from the red pool, he felt a strange aura, and a sword energy descended from the sky, pressing toward the top of his head, extremely sharp.
"boom!"
Feng Feiyun summoned the Heavenly Essence Bing Gu, struck in the air, shattered the sword energy, flew out of the red pool, looked up with a stern look, and said in a cold voice: "Your patience
It's so good that I stayed here for one year and eight months."
Master Xuetaki stood on a giant bone above, with red silk fluttering, skin as white as jade, long hair falling like a black waterfall, his eyes full of seductiveness, and said with a smile: "I knew it wouldn't be that easy for you.
Die down there."
The Holy Fruit is not at the edge of the pool.
Feng Feiyun said: "Mao Laoshi was taken away by you?"
"Are you talking about that strange fruit? It was taken away one by one by Xuanyuan of the Water Moon Realm." Lord Xuelong said.
Feng Feiyun used Dayan Technique to make some calculations, and sure enough, she found Xuanyuan Yiyi's aura here. She had been here before.
It seems that Lord Xuelong did not lie, the Holy Fruit was really taken away by Xuanyuan one by one.
Feng Feiyun secretly screamed "something bad". Since Xuanyuan Yiyi has been here, she must know that all the geniuses of mankind have died in the hands of me and Xiao Qingqing. With her nosy character
, will definitely come to me to settle accounts.
Moreover, the Shuiyue Heaven Realm is pretentious, upholds justice for the world, and found out that all the geniuses of mankind died under the Bone Sword, which will definitely label Feng Qingqing as an evil person.
Will she come out to slay demons and defend the law?
Even if she doesn't take action, if this matter is spread, many powerful forces will definitely attack Feng Feiyun.
When I jumped into the red pool, I was too hasty and did not clear out all the clues, which caused myself a lot of trouble.
"Your cultivation level has actually improved again. How come your cultivation speed is so fast?" Master Xuelong was very surprised. He sensed that Feng Feiyun's realm had improved again, and he had already broken through the fourth level of Nirvana.
"If I don't break through the realm, am I still waiting for you to kill me?" Feng Feiyun smiled.
"Even if you break through the realm, you can't be my opponent."
The ancient sword in Lord Xuelong's hand is a ninth-grade spiritual weapon, as thin as fish intestines, with a snow-white edge and extremely sharp sword energy.
A sword thrust out, like a white rainbow piercing the sun.
Now she is in peak condition. She is not as fragile as when she was seriously injured. Her combat power is extremely powerful. Countless stone walls in this space have been shattered, revealing white bones. It is really a huge skeleton.
In the past two years, not only Feng Feiyun's cultivation has improved, but her cultivation has also improved.
Feng Feiyun stood at the edge of the pool, standing proudly. The Heavenly Essence Soldier was brave and invincible. He created a river of swords and chopped Master Xuelong's sword energy into pieces.
"You also have a taste of the magical power I have just cultivated." Feng Feiyun's body surged with calamity power and spread to his arms.
With a wave of his arm, an invisible law of death flew out.
Lady Xuetaki felt a breath of death rushing toward her face, like the palm of the god of death, unable to dodge at all.
It cannot be seen or touched, but it is real.
That law of death penetrated her body and immediately cut off ten years of her vitality.
After reaching her level of cultivation, she could clearly calculate the length of her life. She clearly felt that her life was ten years shorter.
Oh my god!
What kind of magical power is this that can actually cut off a person’s life force?
Is this the power of heaven?
Ten years of vitality is nothing to her, at least it is far from threatening her life, but the meaning behind it is completely different.
Who knows that after he has cultivated this magical power to the extreme, whoever dies will die?
"You...what kind of magical power do you have?" Master Xuelong was shocked.
"Didn't you realize that this is the power of death?"
Feng Feiyun once again slashed out a force of death, which was more powerful than the one just now and already showed a gray shadow.
This time, Master Xuelong did not dare to block it. He moved his body and turned into a beautiful shadow, shuttled over the bones. He avoided the power of the death disaster. He formed a sword technique in his hand, took up the ancient sword, and burst out with nine
With the power of the spiritual weapon, the sword was like a long dragon, killing him through the hole.
Feng Feiyun's body collapsed and he did not go to fight with Master Xuelong. This female goblin's cultivation level was extremely high and her fighting power was not ordinary. If he fought with her head-on, he would only suffer a loss.
Feng Feiyun used his reincarnation to quickly dodge the sword energy, and slashed out three death tribulations in his hand. Master Xuelong dodged two, but was still hit by one of the death tribulations, and was hit again.
Ten years of vitality have been lost.
She clenched her snow teeth, feeling very helpless. Although her cultivation level was much higher than that of Feng Feiyun, she could not suppress all the demonic power in the Immortal Palace. Even here, she could only use a very small part of it.
The demonic power cannot be exerted to its full strength at all.
"If you are a man, fight me with your bare hands. Don't use your despicable magical powers." Mr. Xue Long is a demon cultivator. His body is powerful and his cultivation level is much higher than Feng Feiyun. If he fights with his bare hands,
, she believed that she would be able to suppress Feng Feiyun.
"A despicable magical power? There is no more upright magical power than this. It is simply in line with the way of heaven." Feng Feiyun unleashed the power of three more death tribulations and transformed into three shadows.
One of them landed on Master Yukitaki again, and another ten years of his life force were cut off.
After thirty years of having her life force taken away, even Lady Yukitaki's cultivation showed a bit of weakness. Although it was not a serious injury, it was already reducing her combat power.
Feng Feiyun suddenly stopped and said: "Okay! Since you want to fight me with bare hands, then I will let you defeat me."
Lord Xuelong wanted to use physical power to suppress Feng Feiyun, so how could she know that Feng Feiyun also wanted to use physical force to suppress her?
If outside the Palace of the Immortal and the spiritual energy is not suppressed, Feng Feiyun may not be Master Xuelong's opponent, but in terms of physical strength, Feng Feiyun is more than seven levels sure that he can defeat her.
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Feng Feiyun is now at the fourth level of Nirvana, and there are 180 million Holy Spirit ashes in his body, and he has built a beast fighting body. Even if he meets a monk of the same realm who practices the "Ten Thousand Tribulations Immortality Kung Fu"
, physical strength may not necessarily fall below.
Lord Xuelong's cultivation is much higher than Feng Feiyun, but trying to suppress Feng Feiyun through the physical body is undoubtedly a dream.
Master Xuelong was overjoyed when he heard that Feng Feiyun actually agreed to fight her with bare hands, "This half-demon is so easy to deceive. Don't you know that the demon clan's body is the most powerful?"
"Then don't regret it." Master Xue Taki has a delicate body with regular bumps and turns, and her skin is white and delicate. She seems to be light and soft, but in fact she is very powerful.
With a wave of her lotus-root-like jade arm, she slashed out with a power that could split mountains and crack the earth.
Feng Feiyun moved his body sideways and avoided her blow.
"boom!"
Her arm was like a blade, cutting into the stone wall as hard as black iron, shattering a large piece of the stone wall and turning it into rubble.
"Haha! Little half-demon, it's too late for you to give in now, otherwise my sister will capture you later and eat your heart alive for you to see." Master Xue Taki has a bright smile. He is as beautiful as a fairy and as charming as a witch.
The fragrance is overflowing, but every fragrance has the power to cut off the river.