The Spirit of God Million Domain

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"Hey, who is that guy? I don't think I've seen it before." Many inner disciples of Wannianzong who were trapped in the illusion array were a little puzzled when they saw Xu Feng walking towards the illusion array.

"It seems that only a ninth-rank spiritual king dares to enter the illusion formation. Isn't this courting death?" A young man from the sixth-rank Lingzong watched Xu Feng walk into the illusion with pity.

The existence of these sixth-rank and seventh-rank spiritual sects, they don't know what to do in this damn phantom formation, so they can go out, let alone the other party is just a young man at the peak of the ninth-rank spiritual king.

"I don't think he will know how he died later." Someone looked at Xu Feng with pity on his face.

Don't underestimate such a phantom array, which contains all kinds of spiritual attacks. If you are not strong enough, you will die if you fall into it.

Crash.

When Xu Feng walked into the phantom formation, his body's majestic perception ability permeated.

Of course he felt the ridicule of the surrounding Wannianzong disciples who were trapped in it, and a disdainful smile appeared on his face.

"The person who arranged this phantom formation didn't intend to hurt the warriors, but just wanted to prevent others from entering it, which is a bit interesting." Xu Feng felt the changes of the phantom formation, and the depths of his eyes revealed bursts of light.

A strong wave attacked Xu Feng, and the dense golden light in the illusion wanted to wrap Xu Feng in it.

The others couldn't help but said, "This guy is probably going to suffer."

However, just as the golden light fell, Xu Feng's body disappeared in place and appeared in the place where the phantom array was deep.

"How is this possible? He was able to avoid that golden light?" Some people couldn't help but exclaimed. The reason why they were trapped here was that they couldn't escape because of the shackles of the golden light.

However, the young man in front of him was only at the peak of the Ninth Rank Spirit King, so how could he escape the shackles of the golden light so easily.

They didn't see clearly at all how Xu Feng did it.

"It's just a phantom array, how can it restrain me." Xu Feng had a confident smile on his face. In his previous life, he was not only extremely powerful in martial arts.

Alchemy is an eighth-rank alchemist in Tianhuayu,

In the entire Southern Continent, there are very few people who can become an eighth-rank alchemist at his age in his previous life.

Xu Feng also has a deep research on formations. The formations he arranged in Wanjie Mountain in his previous life killed countless spirit emperors when they besieged Wanjie Mountain.

If it weren't for the existence of Ling Bingrong, the enemy would see the flaws in the formation he arranged, and it would be impossible for the formation of Wanjie Mountain to be broken in such a short time.

Thinking of this, Xu Feng felt a little sad in his heart.

He didn't expect that he had studied the formation for most of his life, but in the end he was killed by the "Seven Star Heavenly Killing Formation", gathering the power of seventy-nine peak spirit emperors.

"Who is this kid? He speaks so arrogantly." Hearing Xu Feng's words, the inner disciples of the Ten Thousand Years Sect who fell into the illusion couldn't help but tremble.

"Even if he can break through the phantom formation, entering it is a dead end. Brother Yang Jian has already penetrated into it, and he will definitely kill him when the time comes." Someone said with jealousy.

Such a rank-6 phantom formation could not restrain Xu Feng at all.

He broke through the phantom formation with ease, and a strong spiritual power rushed towards him, causing the pores of his whole body to open up, greedily absorbing the strong spiritual power.

In front of him was a not very big palace. On a high platform not far away, there was a silver cup, surrounded by fluctuations of spiritual power.

Xu Feng's face changed drastically. He finally understood why there was such a strong spiritual power in front of him. The silver cup should be the legendary Yunling Cup.

The Yunling Cup is some of the top powers in the southern continent, and they have spent a lot of money to find some top professional craftsmen.

Let them help create an eighth-grade spirit treasure. This kind of spirit treasure has a very heaven-defying effect, that is, it can absorb the spiritual power and essence of the world and condense it into a thousand-year-old spirit milk.

As an eighth-rank alchemist, Xu Feng knew a lot about alchemy although he rarely forged weapons, otherwise he would really think that the silver cup in front of him was just an ordinary spiritual treasure.

"Who are you?"

Anger and murderous intent erupted from Yang Jian's eyes. He entered the mountain stream and found a lot of thousand-year-old spiritual milk in it, so he began to collect it.

You know, there are at least 500 drops of the thousand-year-old spiritual milk in it, which is enough for him to break through to the spiritual emperor in the future, so he must collect it as soon as possible.

He didn't allow anyone to know that he had so many thousand-year-old spiritual milk, otherwise, he wouldn't let those inner disciples who followed him fall into the illusion.

Xu Feng frowned slightly. Seeing that Yang Jian was collecting the thousand-year-old spiritual milk, he didn't pay attention to the silver cup not far away, and couldn't help showing a disdainful smile on his face.

"You don't care who this young master is, it's none of your business." Xu Feng didn't bother to pay attention to the other party, he also started to collect the thousand-year-old spiritual milk around him, and took out the pill bottle from his bosom.

Put the thousand-year-old spiritual milk into the bottle drop by drop. These thousand-year-old spiritual milk are treasures for cultivation, of course he will not let them go.

The pupils of Yang Jian's eyes were wide open. It was the first time he saw such an arrogant young man in front of him, especially when the other party was only at the peak of the Ninth Rank Spirit King.

"I'll count to three. Now put down the thousand-year-old spiritual milk in your hand, maybe I can consider not killing you." Yang Jian's face was gloomy, he felt that he was being ignored by Xu Feng.

"You Wannianzong disciples are so self-righteous, I advise you not to mess with me, maybe you still have a chance to collect some thousand-year-old spiritual milk." Xu Feng didn't bother to pay attention to the other party, and continued to collect thousand-year-old spiritual milk on his own. The speed is very fast.

In just a few breaths, he had harvested more than forty drops of thousand-year-old spiritual milk, all of which he put into the storage ring, completely ignoring Yang Jian's livid face.

"Hahaha... Since you like to help me collect the thousand-year-old spiritual milk so much, I will let you collect it first, anyway, it will be mine later." Yang Jian simply stood aside.

In his opinion, even if Xu Feng collects the thousand-year-old spiritual milk, as long as he kills the opponent later, the thousand-year-old spiritual milk will fall into his hands.

"Ah! Damn it, you found the thousand-year-old spiritual milk, and you didn't remind my aunt." There was a fierce roar in Xu Feng's body.

It was Huo Xi in Xu Feng's sea of ​​qi. She ran into Xu Feng's sea of ​​qi just now when Xu Feng broke into the phantom array. She just dozed off for a while, but she didn't expect that Xu Feng had already started to frantically collect millennium spirits. milk.

Swish Swish Swish...

Huo Xi kept flapping her wings, and frantically collected the thousand-year-old spiritual milk scattered in the space. This guy's speed was really fast, and even Xu Feng was a little surprised.

"I said white-haired bird, can you not be so fast, if you are so fast, believe it or not, I will tell you to go back to Qihai." Xu Feng didn't expect that the white-haired bird collected faster than himself.

"you dare?"

Huo Xi stared wide-eyed at Xu Feng, and continued to frantically collect the thousand-year-old spiritual milk.

What a joke, as long as she has enough millennium spiritual milk, her progress will be very fast, and one day, she will definitely take revenge.

She is majestic in heaven and earth, unique, and the Huo Xi beast, who is the only one I respect, is actually bullied by a weak and weak kid.

Yang Jian looked at this person and bird, and directly ignored his continuous collection of thousand-year-old spiritual milk, so he became a little impatient, and a majestic aura permeated his body.

"Where did you come from, the thousand-year-old spiritual milk in front of me, you dare to snatch it?" Yang Jian's voice contained anger. He originally wanted to ask Xu Feng to help him collect the thousand-year-old spiritual milk.

However, the temptation of the thousand-year-old pornography is too great, and he couldn't sit still when he watched Xu Feng and Huo Xi's collection with great joy.

What made him most angry was that the flat-haired beast openly snatched the thousand-year-old spiritual milk around his body in front of him, which was simply an insult to him.

Swish!

Yang Jian waved his palm, and spiritual power flowed from it. He wanted to grab Huo Xi and trample him to death, so as to relieve the anger in his heart.

As everyone knows, Yang Jian was very angry, and Huo Xi was even more angry.

Are you kidding me, she is the unique Huoxi beast in heaven and earth, and it is understandable that Xu Feng, a cheap master, scolded the white-haired bird.

As the saying goes, the bird has to bow its head under the low eaves.

However, the human beings in front of her dared to call her a flat-haired beast. This was the greatest insult to her life, and her eyes almost burst into flames.

Angrily said: "You dare to scold grandma, if grandma doesn't tear your mouth, grandma is not a divine beast."

Swish!

Yang Jian originally thought that if he slapped out his palm, the palm-sized white-haired bird in front of him would definitely be caught, and he couldn't die any more.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when there was only a phantom left in front of his eyes, he only felt the burning pain on his cheek, but when he came back to his senses, he found that Huo Xi was standing not far away, and said arrogantly: "I won't tear your skin apart!" Mouth, how can my aunt relieve her hatred?"

"Ah! Blood!"

Yang Jian stretched out his hand and touched the extremely painful cheek, his eyes burst out with crazy killing intent, and the crazy spiritual power in his whole body continuously surged.

"You dare to hit me in the face, I want you to die." Yang Jian waved his fists, containing strong spiritual power, and punched Huo Xi one after another.

"Oh, with a trash like you, you want to kill my aunt..."

"Look, my aunt has left a mark on your face again."

"Sorry, my aunt's speed is unsolvable, you are still too slow."

In the mountain stream, one person and one beast chase each other.

In particular, it was accompanied by a scream from time to time.

Yang Jian wanted to attack Huo Xi, but Huo Xi's speed was so fast that every time his attack failed, it was impossible to catch Huo Xi.

Instead, Huo Xi continued to take advantage of his speed, leaving marks on his face one by one, and blood continued to flow down.

Xu Feng collected all the thousand-year-old spiritual milk, there were more than 600 drops. When he saw Yang Jian, he was almost not shocked. (Wanyu Lingshen..4747468)--(Wanyu Lingshen)