Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

"Thank you, Master, for your advice!"

Mo Qingfeng took a deep breath and knelt down directly in front of Ling Feng.

After more than a hundred years of hard work, he finally succeeded at this moment. His heart was filled with an indescribable excitement.

"Senior, you are so embarrassing!"

Ling Feng quickly supported Mo Qingfeng. Ling Feng was sincerely happy for Mo Qingfeng's enlightenment. Moreover, he also gained a lot from Mo Qingfeng's swordsmanship. The two of them could benefit from each other and benefit each other. Teacher, it doesn’t matter who gives guidance to whom.

"Without Master Ling's guidance, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to reach this level of enlightenment even if I practiced for a while. I'd have already got into the trap."

Mo Qingfeng put away his sword, looked at Ling Feng intently, and said slowly: "Master, help me break through. Next, it is time for me to fulfill my promise."

"Forget it, after all, this is the inheritance of your Moxue Villa, I am just an outsider..."

Ling Feng waved his hand and was about to refuse, but was interrupted by Mo Qingfeng.

"Does Master Ling really want me to break my promise? Once I say something, it's hard to follow my promise. Now that I've agreed, I hope Master won't refuse."

Seeing Mo Qingfeng's serious look, Ling Feng could only laugh or cry and said: "Well, since the senior insists on doing this, then the junior should be more respectful than obey."

"That's how it should be!"

Mo Qingfeng was serious, made a "please" gesture towards Ling Feng, and said seriously: "Master, please come with me."

Not long after, Mo Qingfeng took Ling Feng back to Moxue Villa and directly found Mo Qiuhua, asking her to open the inheritance cave.

Mo Qiuhua saw Mo Qingfeng's change at a glance and couldn't help but ask: "Qingfeng, you... have you made a breakthrough?"

"Yes." Mo Qingfeng nodded slightly, "The Vast Sword Intent has not only been promoted to the Ethereal Sword Intent, but has also directly broken through to the level of Dzogchen."

"hiss!"

When Mo Qiuhua heard this, he immediately took a breath. He had never heard that the sword intention gained through comprehension could actually be advanced. What kind of secret does Ling Feng have that can transform decay into something magical?

"Save the surprise for later. Now it's time for us to fulfill our promise."

Mo Qingfeng urged.

"I know." Mo Qiuhua smiled bitterly and led Ling Feng and Mo Qingfeng to a secret passage under the villa.

After passing through the long and narrow secret passage, I saw a bronze secret door deep under the ground of Moxue Villa.

Mo Qiuhua took off the family leader's ring and gently inserted it into a groove on the left side of the bronze door. The giant door made a buzzing sound and slowly opened, revealing what seemed to be a void world inside.

"This is the inheritance cave of our Moxue Villa. Inside is an independent space, also known as the Little Cave Heaven."

Mo Qiuhua slowly introduced: "There are three inheritances in the inheritance cave. Generally speaking, each village owner can only comprehend one of them. Which magical power you are destined to have depends on you. personal."

Ling Feng nodded slightly. In fact, the cave where the White Emperor's Dharma was passed down that day was quite similar to this place. But he didn't know what kind of surprise he would get in this cave.

"Go in. Regardless of success or failure, you will be automatically teleported out in three days."

Mo Qiuhua said slowly: "Considering that you are not the owner of the village after all, you only have one chance. If you fail, you cannot enter it a second time."

When Mo Qingfeng heard this, his brows suddenly furrowed. Ling Feng, on the other hand, nodded, smiled, and waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, three days is enough."

With a glimmer of hope, Ling Feng strode behind the bronze door, and was immediately swallowed up by a void of time and space. When he opened his eyes, he was already standing in a valley.

"This is an interesting place."

Ling Feng touched the bridge of his nose and saw that he was surrounded by mountains on all sides. On three sides, there was a huge stone statue carved into the mountain.

These stone statues are ancient and exude the atmosphere of ancient times, making people feel like they are in the flow of time. At the same time, every stone statue is full of spirituality. In Ling Feng's soul, that ray of soul beats uneasily, and he is vaguely aware of the gaze being watched.

"This Moxue Villa can be passed down for thousands of years at the foot of Donglingxian Pond. It is really extraordinary!"

Ling Feng raised his eyebrows and smiled. It seemed that the magical powers that Mo Qingfeng and the others talked about should be hidden in these three ancient stone statues.

Ling Feng thought for a moment, then randomly selected a statue to the east, activated his consciousness, and tried to blend into the stone statue.

The next moment, strange and cold messages emerged in the spiritual sea, but they were not aggressive and gentle.

I just felt a "bang" in my mind, and a desolate and unfamiliar picture flooded into my mind like a tide.

A majestic figure stands on the top of a high cliff, gazing at the world, commanding the wind and clouds, and filling the picture with a loneliness that is invincible in the world.

In the sky, there are dark clouds and dark moon, lightning and thunder, nine thick thunder dragons, roaring in the sky, and the sound of anger shaking the sky and the earth.

Thunder light flashed, and suddenly, nine sky-destroying thunder dragons descended from the sky, with unparalleled ferocious power. With a roaring sound, they cracked the air and fell with the intention of destruction.

The proud figure waved his big hand, and the thunder flashed between his fingers, turning into a sword that defied the sky, soaring into the sky, and the two thunders met. The nine thunder dragons rolled back. The storm collapsed and dissipated into nothingness.

In the blink of an eye, the moon is visible from the clouds, the sky and the earth are clear, and the night is quiet again, as if nothing has happened.

In the blink of an eye, the situation changes!

Cover your hand, and the sky thunder will be extinguished!

What a terrifying power this is!

A hint of understanding flashed in Ling Feng's eyes.

"Is this the rule of thunder?"

Thunder is the master of killing, and the power of thunder is the most destructive and destructive energy in the world.

Mastering the rules of thunder is equivalent to having the power to compete with the world. However, this kind of rules is too violent, and often among the 100,000 emperors, there may not be even one person who can control this power.

After a moment, Ling Feng shook his head, "For me, directly mastering the rules of thunder is no more than a dream, but it is more than enough to understand the artistic conception of thunder."

Artistic conception is the only way to understand the power of rules.

For the same move, for example, a thunder-type martial skill, the power exerted by a person with thunder-type heaven and earth spiritual objects and spirit infusions is naturally higher than that of ordinary warriors.

And those who understand the artistic conception of thunder are at a higher level. Further up, there are the rules of thunder.

If the power of artistic conception is used in moves, then ordinary moves will also carry some kind of divine power, turning decay into magic and doubling the power.

After making up his mind, Ling Feng closed his eyes and stood in front of the stone statue, silently recalling the scene where the thunder of heaven and earth was dispersed by one move, and the arrogant intention of heaven and earth gradually took shape in Ling Feng's mind.

Gradually, Ling Feng seemed to fall into a mysterious and mysterious state. His thoughts were still his own, but his body was out of control. With a gentle wave of his hand, a faint sound of thunder passed by in the windless and rainless valley.