"It's really unbelievable. In the ancient times, there were still races that survived. It's amazing." The middle-aged Tsing Yi's tone was mixed with a hint of excitement, as if he had witnessed history.
What Jiang Feng said also convinced him that the other party did come from outside the territory, which gave him new expectations for cooperation.
"Since you know that you can't go to the Ancient God Swirling Island with your own strength, you are not afraid to tell me this secret. I will go to the Ancient God Swirling Island by myself?" Jiang Feng asked, his eyes revealing that it is impossible to see through. Deep gaze.
"The ancient god Swirling Island existed in the early ancient times, and until the end of the ancient times, no one has successfully found this place. I am not afraid that you can easily find it. After all, the specific location is still in my hands." Qingyi middle-aged monk Wei Wei Said with a smile.
"But what if I fight to kill you?" Jiang Feng said coldly.
"I know your master's cultivation base is very strong, but since I dare to ask you to cooperate, I am also prepared." Qing Yi said the middle-aged confidently, his eyes piercing.
"I am a disrespectful person to Immortal Emperor Ling Xue, you are with me, are you not afraid of being an enemy of so many forces?" Jiang Feng said, examining it.
"Speaking of this, I have to mention that the reason why you admire you so much is because you dare to be so disrespectful to Emperor Ling Xue." The middle-aged man in Qingyi laughed.
"Oh?" Jiang Feng would like to hear the details.
"Back then, the gun god Jiang Feng loved her so much. To be honest, I don’t think I would frame Mu Lingxue, and if there were any witnesses, Mu Lingxue’s one-sided remarks were difficult to convince the public. After that, Mu Lingxue used thunderous means to convince the public. Knowing where to find the monk, wiped out all the forces related to Jiang Feng, this move is quite suspicious, I would rather believe that there was something hidden in the matter back then." The middle-aged monk Qingyi said slowly.
"It's rare!" Jiang Feng heard this, his eyes could not help showing some approval. When countless cultivators in Canglan Continent regarded Mu Lingxue as their god, he finally saw a normal person, with his own judgment, and he was not so easily caught. Bewitched.
"Actually, I am not the only one who thinks this way. As far as I know, there are many monks in Canglan Continent who have doubts about Dan Nian, but due to the current situation, no one dares to mention anything. Otherwise, countless people will be criticized. Under Mu Lingxue's rule, too many people have lost their blood." The middle-aged Qing Yi shook his head and said.
"The truth of history will one day be in broad daylight, and some people will pay the price they deserve." Jiang Feng said flatly.
"I hope so." Qing Yi said the middle-aged.
"When are you going to leave?" Jiang Feng asked.
"After the Ancient Poetry Conference." The middle-aged Tsing Yi had a look of joy in his eyes. When the other party asked this, he obviously agreed to cooperate with him. Even if he didn't say anything, he still had great hope.
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"Are you going to participate in the ancient poetry conference?" Jiang Feng raised his eyebrows slightly.
"There is someone who is waiting for me to kill and must go." Qing Yi said the middle-aged.
"Your Excellency, are you interested in accompany me? Just as I invited you to witness a feast of blood." The middle-aged Qing Yi asked Jiang Feng with interest.
"I'm fine anyway, it's okay to go." Jiang Feng said lightly.
"I have a ticket, I'll give you one!" After the middle-aged Tsing Yi finished speaking, he took out a drop-like crystal block. This is the ticket to the ancient poetry convention. It contains a special logo that ordinary monks can't counterfeit.
Jiang Feng took the crystal ticket, immediately put it in the storage ring, and said to the middle-aged Tsing Yi: "Leave a name."
"Lin Cangyun." Qing Yi said the middle-aged.
"See you at the Ancient Poetry Conference." After speaking, Jiang Feng left here.
From beginning to end, he did not reveal his name, Jiang Feng had other plans in his mind.
Looking at Jiang Feng's back, Lin Cangyun's eyes flashed with suspicion.
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More than a thousand miles away from Huodao City, there is a large virgin forest called Broken Moon Forest.
This has always been a paradise where monsters inhabit, and there are so many monsters, it is a place that ordinary people dare not approach.
After Jiang Feng bid farewell to Lin Cangyun, he came directly to this fragment of Moon Forest.
There is still a month left before the ancient poetry conference begins, and he intends to practice harder within this month.
During the five hundred years of retreat in the domain of the Buddha, because the mind has been comprehending the law of nothingness and separated from the physical body, the physical body has been in a relatively old state, with white hair and white hair.
He intends to use this month's time to consolidate his lower body and prepare to break through the heavenly realm.
Jiang Feng didn't dare to be outside the forest. There were often people hunting monsters and beasts here. In order to avoid being disturbed, he went straight into the deepest part of the forest.
Finally found a clean cave, used the ancient scar technique at the door to arrange a formation, and closed the door directly.
Jiang Feng’s retreat this time is much more comfortable than in the Star Continent. I don’t know if there is no imperial suppression. His white hair is gradually turning black, his body is rejuvenating, and his blood is boiling, like an old tree. All functions are constantly recovering.
"Curious and wonderful feeling." Jiang Feng muttered to himself. He felt that at this moment, his cultivation was uncontrollable and surging crazily. The three stars in the Yuan Palace, like three springs, constantly surging, releasing pure purity. The power of the stars, in the end, in the constant surging, gradually became hazy, as if it was about to transform into a heaven and earth.
This situation continued for several days...
It was not until half a month later that Jiang Feng returned to his youth, his black hair was like a waterfall, his skin was like jade, and he was blooming with hazy brilliance. The three stars in the Yuan Palace completely turned into a cosmos, with a ray of flame, slowly rising in the middle. .
This flame is very strange, divided into three clusters, burning slowly, and what it emits is not fiery temperature, but a huge physical energy.
In addition, the ten golden chakras, like ten vigorously growing vines, make the other meridians of De Jiang Feng's body become golden at this moment.
At this moment, the various forces in Jiang Feng's body also reached their extremes, instantly as if the flood broke the bank, and the three clusters of flames formed by the three stars in the Yuan Palace returned to the ruins instantly burned.
The ten golden chakras also madly drove other meridians in Jiang Feng's body. Above Jiang Feng's body, an extremely dazzling golden radiance broke out, and the aura it radiated at this moment was like a storm sweeping upward.
At the same time, above the nine heavens, a large cloud of thunder and lightning gathered together in that dark cloud.
Countless monks who were catching monsters or picking medicinal herbs at the edge of the forest stopped their movements and looked up at the nine heavens, all of them panicking in their eyes. ()