quack!
A black crow fluttered its wings and flew up from the branch, with a pair of pea-sized dark eyes, staring at the bloody female corpse, and opened its sharp mouth, about to peck.
The aura of death is permeating, it is obviously still a fresh female corpse, but it is already decaying.
"Beast, can anyone eat meat?"
Feng Feiyun stretched out his finger, pointed out a black finger light, pierced the black crow, burst into a blood dance, and a mass of flames burst into flames, "crackling".
The female corpse was taken down and laid flat on the ground. There was no anger on her body, and she still had body temperature, which proved that she had just died.
Feng Feiyun stood there, overlooking the female corpse on the ground, silent for a while, then dug a pit and buried her in the forest, which soon turned into a lonely tomb in the wasteland.
Cold wind, cool night, lonely grave.
A demon girl of a generation of evil sects, she was beautiful in her lifetime, but after her death she was also a bloody corpse, buried in the most desolate place, and after many years, it turned into a swathe of loess.
At that time, this solitary grave may also be smoothed out by the years.
Thousands of years later, who would know that there was a woman like her in this world
At that time, Feng Feiyun might still be alive, and he might occasionally remember her, but he must have blurred her face and name, and she couldn't even remember where she was buried.
I just know that at that time there was such a woman who had hurried through her life.
"Everyone is a passer-by in this whirling world. When they are born, it means that they will die step by step, and no one can escape."
Feng Feiyun just stood silently in front of the grave, condensed and pondered, feeling a little heavy, but not too emotional.
People who practice Taoism may really become more and more indifferent.
If you see the world through, you will also see some things lightly! Birth, old age, sickness and death are all fate, the power of heaven, how can manpower resist
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Feng Feiyun and the female demon did not enter Banta Mountain, but settled at the foot of Banta Mountain, and arranged a pattern to hide their traces. Those monks from all parties came to investigate near Banta Mountain, but no one found it. them.
The witch sat cross-legged on a huge boulder, motionless for three days. There was an invisible force on the top of the half-stacked mountain, drilling into her body to help her recover.
According to Feng Feiyun's guess, the reason why she wanted to return to the foot of Bantao Mountain was as if she wanted to absorb the power of the ancient altar.
Feng Feiyun was sitting in a formation, his body was full of radiance, and a dazzling true dazzling spirit stone in his hand was reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was quickly absorbed.
"Bang!"
When this piece of Zhenyao Lingshi was completely absorbed, on Feng Feiyun's right arm, a path of aura gathered at one point, and a life point slammed into it.
When it was opened, golden rays of light burst out from the acupuncture point, communicating between heaven and earth and Dantian.
The endless spiritual energy rushed back to the body, like a spring of rain pouring on the flesh and blood of a person.
"The thirty-fourth point of life!"
Feng Feiyun opened his eyes, his life acupoints sank from the surface of his skin and were hidden in his tendons. In the past three days, Feng Feiyun's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and he has opened 25 life acupoints in a row. Including the nine life acupoints opened at the beginning, there are a total of thirty-four life acupuncture points.
The point of life is the bridge between the dantian and the heaven and the earth.
The more life points opened, the more spiritual energy of heaven and earth can be mobilized, and the cultivation base is naturally stronger.
"A total of two thousand-year-old spirit grasses and five Zhenyao spirit stones were consumed. One thousand-year-old spirit grass can help me open ten acupuncture points, and a Zhenyao spirit stone can help me open one life hole."
Whether it is a thousand-year-old spirit grass or a really shining spirit stone, it is a treasure in the immortal world.
In particular, the thousand-year-old spirit grass is extremely rare, and each one is worth tens of millions of gold, which can cause competition among monks in the realm of destiny.
Feng Feiyun's two thousand-year-old spirit grasses were all dug from the Feng family's ancestral land, and it is quite difficult to get one now.
"There are a total of 360 potential life points in the human body. To open all 360 life points, how many resources does it take?"
The cultivation of Shenji Dzogchen can depend on the accumulation of time as well as the accumulation of resources.
It's just that the resources consumed are so huge that even the power of the four major sects can't afford it. Only the top geniuses can enjoy such treatment and use countless resources to accumulate a peerless genius. .
Eight epic-level geniuses, those highnesses of the evil sect, Princess Luofu... These people are almost all piled up with endless resources, otherwise they would not be young, and their cultivation bases are already so terrifying.
For example, in the realm of the Great Perfection of the Divine Base, it takes twenty years of practice for ordinary people to cultivate all the 360 life points.
But for Princess Luofu and the others, they could rely on the huge spiritual resources to cultivate 360 life points within two months.
This is the gap between the two.
Therefore, those geniuses with higher status will compete more fiercely, and they will compete for the limited resources in Xianmen. Only in this way can they cultivate faster and the gap with their peers will widen.
Opening the thirty-four points of life, Feng Feiyun's cultivation level has been improved by a large amount.
Suddenly, from the sky in the north, there was a roaring drumbeat of war drums, thump, thump, thump, this sound carried an intimidating magic power, and after hearing it, people's hearts shook violently.
The sound of the drums was getting closer and louder, making people dizzy.
There was a gust of wind in the air, and the drums sounded like thunder.
Feng Feiyun stood up suddenly, flames formed in his eyes, and looking north, he saw a giant drum with a diameter of thirty feet suspended under the clouds.
The giant drum, with its bronze shell, is covered with a skin full of scales.
A divine hammer with thunder and lightning slammed on the drum skin, making an earth-shattering sound.
The one who lifted the hammer was a four-meter-tall ancient Jiang slave, with muscles like cold iron and golden glow on his skin. His hammer might have a force of millions of kilograms, and it could flatten a hill.
"The ancient altar actually turned. Could it be that someone is absorbing the power of that secret?"
A group of evil sect elders wearing black robes flew out from behind the giant drum, each of them stepping on the black clouds, blood flowing on their skin, and looking at the top of the half-tao mountain in the distance.
This is the evil sect monk in the fourth hall of Senluo Hall, and Xue Changxiao, the fourth hall's highness, is also on the list, dressed in black, standing side by side with the evil sect elders.
Half a pile of top of the mountain, the ancient altar, has mysterious and unpredictable power, no one has been able to comprehend the divine power of the altar for a long time, so that this place has been abandoned for a long time, but no one can despise it.
Not long ago, there was an earth-shattering war here, which alerted many figures of the older generation of the great forces, and rushed over. After two months of exploration, it was discovered that the altar on the top of the mountain had recently turned.
These older monks couldn't bear it any longer, and planned to climb the mountain.
"Boom!"
A huge black temple slowly sinks from the clouds, revealing half of the temple, and the other side is hidden in the clouds.
In the huge palace, there was a terrifying evil force, which made the air unable to flow, and the whole world seemed to have turned into a pool of stagnant water.
The elders and His Highness of the fourth hall of Sen Luo bowed slightly and bowed deeply to the temple on the sky.
"That is a deputy hall master of the fourth temple of Sen Luo, but a super murderer." Bi Ningshuai squatted on the ground and looked at the temple from a distance.
"How do you know?" Wang Meng also squatted beside him, not believing what he said.
"I'm so ignorant, I'm too lazy to explain it to you."
Bi Ningshuai shook his head, and suddenly his eyes narrowed, staring in another direction, his eyelids jumped, and exclaimed: "What's the situation, why are the corpse hunters here?"
Wang Meng followed his gaze and saw an old man wearing a black and white corpse robe standing still on the dark snow road, with a huge bell suspended above his head, like a divine bell.
Behind the old man were more than a hundred corpse evils, standing in a long line, with green lights shining from all of their eyes.
Just looking at the old man, Wang Meng felt his scalp tingling and his heart seemed to have fallen into an ice cave. His lips trembled and he asked, "Is this the legendary corpse hunter from the Northern Border?"
"Nonsense, this should be the cave owner who can't corpse cave, this is a giant-level old ghost!" Bi Ningshuai recognized the old man with a hooked nose, and his whole body was nested in the snowdrift
"It seems that he came to collect the ancient corpse of Juqing. I heard that the Tianhou of Sifang fell on Banta Mountain and turned into a corpse." Wang Meng said.
"Tsk, tsk, it is definitely for the sake of the ancient corpse of Juqing. Those corpses in Beijiang Mansion will definitely be crazy about it. I can guarantee that it is not only the cave owner who cannot corpse cave, but there must be a lot of powerful people hidden in the dark. The corpse hunters, even the few corpse hunters who inherited the ancient corpse caves, have already come." Bi Ningshuai looked at the corpse aura tumbling in the sky, clenched his teeth, and cut the metal.
The movement at the foot of the Banta Mountain was too great, and several waves of the elder giants of the great power appeared, each entrenched on one side, eyeing the Banda Mountain.
Some are for the altar on the top of the mountain, some are for the ancient corpses of the giant level, some are for the ancient treasures of the secret land in the Banta Mountain, and some people want to borrow the road from the Banta Mountain to enter the hinterland of Sansheng County and rush to the Yuhua Tomb. Original.
The witch stopped practicing, her star eyes opened, calm like a stone carving, although the pressure in the air could crush the stones, but she was as calm as water and calm.
"How come there are so many superpowers? What is it that can make them so tempted?"
Feng Feiyun turned the phoenix eye to observe in the void, and was getting more and more alarmed. In just half an hour, five waves of great forces came, and each wave had a giant-level figure sitting in charge. The older generation A large number of monks appeared.
"Hmph, according to ancient rumors, the altar on Banta Mountain fell from the sky. Who can discover the secrets in it, or become holy." The witch said coldly.
Feng Feiyun narrowed his eyes, glanced at her slightly, and said, "Have you discovered the secret of the altar?"
The witch can absorb the power of the altar, and she may have found the source of the power of the altar!
The temptation to become a saint is too great, even Juqing will rush for it.
"Humph!" The female demon snorted coldly, but didn't say a word, apparently feeling that Feng Feiyun was not worthy to ask her questions at all.