The breakthrough of the realm is accompanied by the strengthening of the physique.
The bones in Feng Feiyun's body were flickering, and they were about to transform into phoenix bones.
This is a great opportunity, if used well, to transform more bones into phoenix bones.
Feng Feiyun naturally would not let go of 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 ringing, making sound one after another, and in just a quarter of an hour, forty-one phoenix bones were born.
Now the number of phoenix bones in the body has reached three hundred and ninety-seven, and the physique is one step closer to the mythical realm.
Feng Feiyun's divine sense looked inward, and found that after fusing the inscription divine skin, those spirit beast battle bodies had become more powerful in comprehending the Holy Spirit Dao Rules, and many spirit beast battle bodies had cultivated the second Holy Spirit Dao Rule, and some even cultivated the third Holy Spirit Dao Rule.
With his own hundred Holy Spirit Dao Rules, plus the Holy Spirit Dao Rules possessed by the 10,000 Spirit Beast Battle Body, Feng Feiyun's body now has a total of 27,850 Holy Spirit Dao Rules, far surpassing those monks who have feathered the Eighth Peak Peak.
As for the Thirteen Princes of the Dragon Clan, now Feng Feiyun has eight layers of certainty to be able to defeat him.
The Mao Turtle and the Ji family sisters were all shocked by the aura that erupted from Feng Feiyun's body, knowing that his cultivation had broken through again.
"Feathering is the eighth."
The Mao turtle stared at Feng Feiyun with a deep look in his eyes.
It wanted to see through the thoughts of the Holy Spirit that Feng Feiyun had comprehended, but it couldn't see through anything, as if it didn't have any, and it seemed to be everywhere.
This is the way of truth Feng Feiyun pinched his fingers and calculated, and said, "It's been two years and five months, why hasn't the door of the temple been opened?"
Although this is a holy place for cultivation, it will take a hundred years, and Feng Feiyun will probably be able to impact the ninth level of feathering, but he can't wait that long, now the situation in the world is chaotic, and the catastrophe will come at any time.
If you stay here for a hundred years, God knows if Xiniu Hezhou has been destroyed Mao Turtle was not in a hurry, feeling that this was a blessed place for cultivation, and there was a chance to completely refine the witchcraft on his body, and said with a smile: "If you can reach the Holy Spirit Realm, you can break out." ” The cultivation of the Mao turtle has reached the seventh level of feathering, and its body has undergone great changes, the original white skin has grown a lot of scales, and the head has become a little weird, and some tentacles similar to the snake's crown have grown on the top of the head.
"This turtle can't really be an ancient Xuanwu, right?"
Feng Feiyun thought to himself, always feeling that his body was transforming into Xuanwu.
After another six days, the altar in the center of the temple finally moved again and began to turn, and the door of the temple slowly opened, and clouds and mist blew in from outside the gate, with a bit of coolness.
The temple flew among the clouds.
The doors of the temple were finally opened.
Everyone in the temple was overjoyed to be able to get out, and who wanted to be trapped here forever Feng Feiyun rushed out of the door, stood on the stone platform of the temple, looked at the sea of clouds rolling under his feet, and shot two flames in his eyes, looking into the distance.
It was a vast land, boundless, and on the ground were some fierce ancient beasts, as high as mountains, roaring at the temple above the heavenly dome.
"Roar" A huge beast fist blasted into the sky, but it couldn't even touch the temple.
The temple was flying so fast that it had been left far behind, and in the end it was completely nowhere to be seen.
Everyone stood on the steps outside the temple, looking at the ground under their feet, and no one noticed that the eyes of the two blue gods in the center of the temple moved slightly, emitting a blue holy light, and then dimmed and converged into their bodies.
"This is the Immortal Continent, the center of the Little Spirit Immortal Realm, and in the post-primeval period, many powerful beings were bred here, and there were even Holy Spirit level existences among them.
The temple actually brought us to the Immortal Continent.
Mao Turtle Road.
Feng Feiyun said: "I feel that the temple is flying at a rapid speed, as if it is about to fly out of the Immortal Continent. ” "That's true, let me see, I'll see."
The turtle escaped from the turtle shell with a fragment of a horned dragon skin, which outlined some ancient patterns, and in some places was specially marked.
This is a map of the Little Spirit Realm.
"It's weird."
The Mao Turtle scratched his neck with his claws and said, "The temple is actually flying towards the Gate of Heaven again."
Feng Feiyun's eyes narrowed, and he said, "You mean to say that the temple took us to the ground, flew to the Immortal Continent, and now flies back to the Gate of Heaven with us."
"Judging by the direction of the temple's flight, we are indeed flying towards the Gate of Heaven now, and it is likely that we will fly back to the ancient ruins.
What is the reason for the flight of the temple?"
Feng Feiyun's eyes looked in the direction of the Heavenly Gate Platform, and he took out the small stone of destruction, and this small stone burned again, and it burned more and more, as if it was going to burn through Feng Feiyun's palm.
"What a terrifying breath of destruction of the world, isn't it?"
Feng Feiyun stood on the top of the temple, dressed in white like snow, with black hair and blue hair, and his hands behind his back, with a floating sword fairy-like temperament on his body.
His gaze was far away, and he felt a monstrous aura of destruction coming from the direction of the Gate of Heaven, pregnant with the divine power of destroying the heavens and the earth, and it was still hundreds of millions of miles away, which made people feel fear in their hearts.
The Mao turtle also felt that breath, and his mood was heavy, and he said: "The World Destroying God Monument was born."
In the temple, a woman's majestic voice sounded, "You hurry back to the temple, the World Destroying Divine Monument will be completely born immediately, and the temple will soon move forward at full speed and return to the Heavenly Gate Platform." ” This voice is incomparably vast and deafening, like the divine decree of the true God between heaven and earth.
Whose voice Feng Feiyun's figure disappeared from the top of the temple, and the next moment, he appeared in the temple, staring at the two beautiful blue statues in the center of the temple.
The doors of the temple are closed, flying at full speed.
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Mao Turtle and the Ji family sisters both knelt in front of the idol at this time.
Mao Turtle snorted and said with tears: "Two Holy Ancestors, you are not dead yet, you still have a will after all, Xiao Mao can be regarded as the last time I see you." ” "Who said we are dead" The statue of the beautiful goddess holding the broken fairy bow emitted a majestic divine thought, and the body was crystal clear, like a sapphire carving, although it was still a god statue, but it seemed to have endless vitality.
Mao Turtle was taken aback and said, "The two Holy Ancestors are already dead, is it?"
"He actually insulted the Holy Ancestor and begged for a beating."
The turtle flew out and slammed into the walls of the temple.
The voice of the Holy Ancestor Statue holding the Fallen Holy Arrow was much gentler, and he said: "Our forty-eight thousand years have only been in the fugue too empty, and our divine thoughts have left our bodies, incarnated into hundreds of millions, and turning our bodies into stone sculptures can delay the loss of vitality, and now our divine thoughts have returned, and we will soon be able to fully awaken under the nourishment of the blood of the eight holy spirits." ” What a pervert The fugue is too void for 48,000 years, the body is fossilized and carved, and the loss of vitality is delayed, any of these methods are terrifying to the world.
How many years have these two old witches lived?
Feng Feiyun's heart was full of shock, this is the real living fossil It is estimated that the eight Holy Spirits in the Blood Lake were all killed by them and turned into the blood of the Holy Spirit to nourish their bodies and keep their vitality from being lost.
Mao Turtle was overjoyed and said: "The two Holy Ancestors are not dead, that is really gratifying, if the two Holy Ancestors return to the tomb, they will definitely be able to preside over the overall situation, sweep away the rebellion, and eliminate the internal thieves." ” "What happened in the tomb, we all already know, this matter will go back and slowly settle it in the future, and now the birth of the World Destroying God Monument is the top priority."
The eyes of the Holy Ancestor holding the Broken Immortal Bow were crystal clear, and there were hundreds of millions of stars in his pupils, staring at the Mao Turtle kneeling below, and said, "Who the hell are you, how can you know our identity?"
Mao Turtle said: "Back to the Holy Ancestor of the Shu Emperor, I am Xiao Mao" The statue holding the Broken Immortal Bow is "Emperor Shu", and the statue holding the Falling Arrow is called "Snow Baby".
They are the twins of the Yang Divine Fetus, and they are the two Holy Ancestors of the Tomb, who have lived for more than 200,000 years.
Between heaven and earth, it is estimated that it is difficult to find creatures who have lived longer than them, and even the ancestral dragon king of the dragon clan belongs to the junior in front of them.
"I haven't heard of it."
Emperor Shu's Holy Ancestor said indifferently.
Mao Turtle kept wiping his sweat and said: "Fifty thousand years ago, when the two Holy Ancestors were still in the tomb, my grandfather and I visited the two Holy Ancestors together, and the cultivation of the two Holy Ancestors was thorough, so naturally they would not remember my little Xuanwu.
My grandfather was the northern guardian of the tomb at that time, but it entered the pit 30,000 years ago, and although it also reached the Holy Spirit realm, its lifespan was far from comparable to that of the two Holy Ancestors.
I was supposed to inherit my grandfather's position and become the guardian of the north of the tomb, but then something happened to the tomb, and the position of the guardian of the north was taken away, I hate that I am so loyal, I am so beautiful, I am so" Holy spirit-level existences can have insight into a single thought, and they naturally already know the identity of the turtle, but they feel that this turtle is too verbose.
"Bang" So the turtle was knocked out again and hit the wall.
This time, after it was sent out, it got the benefits, and the witchcraft that had sealed it for tens of thousands of years was actually broken by the Snow Infant Holy Ancestor with a random blow.
"The witchcraft on your body has been unraveled, restore your cultivation yourself, since you are the grandson of Old Xuanwu, the position of the guardian of the northern part of the tomb will still be held by you in the future."
The Snow Infant Holy Ancestor's body was crystal clear, his voice was soft, and his personality was much gentler than that of the Shuhuang Holy Ancestor.
"Thank you, Snow Infant Holy Ancestor."
The body of the Mao turtle was rapidly transforming, and soon it became a huge Xuanwu, and the cultivation was recovering rapidly, and countless spiritual energy between heaven and earth were gathering towards it, and the aura became more and more terrifying.
The essence of fire it had collected before was now put to use, and it was frantically absorbed, and its cultivation soon surpassed that of Feng Feiyun, and it was still climbing upward, as if it was about to break through the Holy Spirit Realm
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