Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

As soon as Zhang Yifeng started to use the Heavenly Dao Wuxiang Divine Art, he felt as if the muscles in his body were being stretched and expanded.

Endless aura filled every inch of his nerves and skin.

The pain was like someone using a knife to scrape off your skin layer by layer.

Zhang Yifeng kept telling himself that he must not give up and hold on.

As soon as you start practicing this technique, you have to endure a pain that is unbearable for ordinary people, but once you endure it, your body will change.

Crunchy...

Not long after, the pain became more intense than before. Zhang Yifeng could clearly hear that his skin and flesh were being torn apart.

At the beginning, the skin and flesh were torn apart from the feet, and a large amount of spiritual energy was poured into the torn area, as if Zhang Yifeng's entire foot was going to explode.

Afterwards, the spiritual energy continued to move upward, and the skin and flesh were continuously torn open.

Zhang Yifeng's consciousness began to feel a little dizzy because the pain was too strong.

But when he thought about the fact that his master's revenge had not been avenged and the lost people had not been found, Zhang Yifeng still kept reciting the contents of the exercises silently.

Beside Zhang Yifeng, He Yajiao also entered a state of cultivation, but unlike Zhang Yifeng, the corners of He Yajiao's mouth raised slightly.

An unparalleled sword manual appeared in front of He Yajiao's eyes. Every movement on the sword manual was so simple, but deadly.

Looking at those movements and descriptions, He Yajiao felt that her body was constantly waving the sword, and each wave made the surrounding air still.

Not only that, He Yajiao's body also slowly turned from the original yellow skin to red. As the spiritual energy passed through He Yajiao's body, her whole body was on fire.

This is the effect of He Yajiao's Phoenix bloodline being sublimated.

I have to say that the spiritual energy in this sea of ​​flowers is indeed pure, and it is smoother than practicing in a training tower.

It was only five hours later that He Yajiao had almost memorized the contents of the first level, but she was still groping and practicing in her own sea of ​​consciousness.

At this moment, time seemed to stop. He Yajiao couldn't hear any sounds around her, but she just kept practicing.

Every time you practice, the blazing fire wrapped around your body will become more intense.

Two days later, He Yajiao felt that her body was extremely comfortable and her blood was boiling. She opened her eyes suddenly.

After feeling her current state, He Yajiao suddenly discovered that her cultivation level had gone directly from the second level of the out-of-body stage to the fifth level of the out-of-body stage.

"Feng Ming Nine Heavens", this technique is simply too overbearing. Without this technique, it would take at least half a year for He Yajiao to directly cross the three realms.

Because she was too happy, He Yajiao did not pay attention to Zhang Yifeng. She planned to continue practicing with her eyes closed, but then she realized that when she wanted to open the second level of Fengming Jiutian to practice, she could not understand the wonder of the second level. .

However, this was enough for He Yajiao. She opened her eyes and turned her head.

"Damn it, I'm on the fifth level of the out-of-body stage now, you..."

Before he finished speaking, He Yajiao saw cracks appearing on Zhang Yifeng's body, covering the skin all over his body. In the cracks, streams of blue air were flowing through, and Zhang Yifeng's expression was also very painful, and his forehead The sweat beads on his body kept falling down.

Could it be that Zhang Yifeng has become obsessed with practice?

Thinking of this, He Yajiao didn't care, and immediately rushed forward with her whole body. However, before she could touch Zhang Yifeng, she was knocked aside by a very domineering air flow.

"Damn you, wake up, wake up quickly, stop practicing, you will die if you continue to practice."

While He Yajiao said this, she rushed forward again, but the result was still the same as before.

The air current that bounced He Yajiao away was not like spiritual energy.

He Yajiao had seen this kind of power in the Supreme Elder before. It was the power of the domain.

The power of the field is an ability that will appear as long as it is in a closed state, which can completely protect the cultivator himself.

Looking at Zhang Yifeng, the pain on his face became more and more intense, and there were more and more skin cracks on his body. Tears in He Yajiao's eyes kept flowing down.

At this time, she suddenly remembered the Fengming Jiutian she practiced. That set of swordsmanship had many forms. If it was swung in a gentle state, it could relieve some pain.

He Yajiao no longer hesitated and stood up immediately. With a wave of her hand, a long sword appeared in her hand, and then she waved it in the sea of ​​flowers.

In He Yajiao's hands, the long sword seemed to be integrated with herself.

He Yajiao kept dancing next to him, and the long sword was spinning around He Yajiao, and every blow could blow out a very friendly and majestic force.

The enchanting figure and the graceful dancing posture are simply a beautiful picture.

At this time, Zhang Yifeng suddenly felt a warm current flowing through his body, and the original pain was significantly reduced, although spiritual energy was still being injected into his body.

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At the same time, the outskirts of Death Canyon.

Nangong Zhi, who was on the verge of madness, continued to massacre the disciples of the Wusheng Sect.

In just two days, Nangong Zhi had killed hundreds of disciples of the Wusheng Sect.

Because of her lack of strength, Bai Jingjing was also trapped in a formation by Nangong Zhi and could not escape.

At this time, Nangong Zhi, who was covered in blood, slowly approached Bai Jingjing like a demon: "Junior sister, I miss you so hard. From the first time I saw you, I felt like my soul was You were seduced, but you just didn't look at me."

Bai Jingjing stared viciously at the beast in front of her, her aura not weakening at all.

"Senior Brother Nangong, I advise you to think clearly before speaking. Do you know what you are doing now? These are your fellow seniors."

"Haha, brothers and sisters? There is no such thing in the Wusheng Sect. In the Wusheng Sect, everything is based on profit. Whether it is the sect leader or the disciple, they all exist for profit."

"This world is ugly. Everyone has desires in their hearts. As long as there are desires, the Wusheng Sect will never be without disciples."

At this moment, Nangong Zhi didn't care about anything, and the desire in his heart had completely eroded him.

"Nangong Zhi, you are not a human being at all. Aren't you afraid that Master will kill you if he finds out?" Bai Jingjing spoke again.

Nangong Zhi didn't show fear when he heard this, but laughed even louder.

"Haha, don't mention that old immortal to me. If he hadn't wanted to kill me, would I have been able to take this step? Ever since you came to Wusheng Gate, this old immortal has treated me like a dog."

"Why, just because I have thoughts about you? Let me tell you Bai Jingjing, that old immortal wants you, but I let him not get it."