Fengyun Tower, which has stood tall in Tianyun City for thousands of years, is still standing there like a giant.
Ever since Fengyun Wuji came forward for Chen Feng, no one dared to pay attention to Fengyun Tower. Everyone knew that there was a peerless strongman in Fengyun Tower. Even if God was in front of him, they must be respectful.
At this time, Fengyun Tower has been renovated, and the fifth floor that was damaged by Ji Shangshun has been restored to its original state, still as simple and simple as ever.
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There was a sound of footsteps, and the monks sitting on the fifth floor heard a cry from downstairs: "Someone broke into the building,"
Suddenly, everyone's eyes were looking at the stairs on the fifth floor.
After a while, a young man with a smile stepped up step by step and appeared in front of everyone.
Seeing this man, the monks dining on the fifth floor lowered their heads one by one, fearing that they might bump into the god of plague.
On the other hand, a woman sitting in the corner ran towards the young man like a butterfly.
"Haha, Chen Feng, you have been stealing the show these days," the woman laughed, her eyes a little eager.
Looking at this woman with a peerless face, Chen Feng also smiled and showed his white teeth: "Miss Chang Ling, I haven't seen you for a few days, you have become beautiful again,"
"Glib tongue," Chang Ling chuckled, turned around, pointed towards the table where she was sitting, and said, "I wonder if you are interested in having a drink with me."
As soon as these words came out, Chen Feng suddenly felt that the eyes of the people around him suddenly became jealous. For a beauty like Chang Ling to take the initiative to invite her, this was something no one could imagine.
"Wait a minute," Chen Feng didn't care about the eyes of the people around him and smiled faintly. Then, he respectfully walked to an inconspicuous corner and shouted respectfully to an old man who was carefully wiping the wine cabinet: "Feng Yun senior,"
The old man raised his head and looked at Chen Feng with admiration: "Chen Feng, you're here."
As he said that, he took out an ordinary wine bottle from the wine cabinet and shook it towards Chen Feng: "Let's have a few drinks with my old man."
Chen Feng did not show any pretense, and sat opposite Feng Yun Wuji across the wine cabinet. At this time, Feng Yun Wuji had already unplugged the wine bottle and was about to pour wine into the glass.
A strong aroma of wine hit his nostrils, making Chen Feng feel refreshed. Even his cultivation level began to move, and he felt like he was about to break through.
"How about my wine?" Feng Yun Wuji squinted his eyes and looked at Chen Feng with a smile.
"It's simply a fairy brew," Chen Feng thought for a while, and finally said with excitement. The aroma of the wine alone made Chen Feng feel that any kind of beautiful words are not enough to describe this wine. Only fairy brew is the best. appropriate.
"Indeed, this wine can indeed be regarded as a fairy wine," Feng Yun Wuji nodded: "Try it."
As soon as Feng Yun Wuji finished speaking, Chen Feng couldn't wait to pick up the wine glass and drink it down in one gulp.
The wine is not strong, and as soon as it enters the throat, it is cool with a bit of fragrance, and light with a bit of mellowness.
A series of strange feelings made Chen Feng's eyes suddenly freeze.
"This is... the power of the fairy spirit," Chen Feng looked at Feng Yun Wuji in surprise, his eyes full of horror.
"How do you feel?" Feng Yun Wuji chuckled, staring at Chen Feng.
"The power of the fairy spirit is indeed miraculous. This glass of wine is enough to be worth my ten years of hard training," Chen Feng said solemnly as he suppressed the overwhelming energy in his body.
"It took me a thousand years to brew this wine in such a small pot," Feng Yun Wuji said with a smile, but he kept pouring another glass for Chen Feng: "Experience it carefully,"
Chen Feng nodded and slowly poured the wine into his throat. All the senses in his body were concentrated to appreciate the taste of the wine.
The next moment, Chen Feng suddenly opened his eyes: "What a powerful fairy power."
At this moment, he finally understood why Qiu Ruyi, a new born immortal, was able to defeat seven powerful men in the late Mahayana period. It was precisely with the power of this immortal spirit.
"Do you know the real world of cultivation?" Feng Yun Wuji nodded and spoke quietly.
"The real world of cultivation," Chen Feng's eyes were filled with excitement: "Senior, I would like to ask you to clarify your doubts."
Feng Yun Wuji drank a glass of wine alone, and his eyes suddenly became distant: "Everyone thinks that the vast world of cultivation is the whole world of cultivation. In fact, this is not the case. In the entire world of cultivation, there are actually strange secret realms. These secret realms Among them, there are some forces passed down from ancient times, like Longmen, which are the best among these forces."
"In addition to the hidden forces in the secret realm, there are also some powerful forces. They are otherworldly and may not be famous in the world of cultivation, but their owners are not weaker than the forces of Longmen. Many times, they are exposed in the world of cultivation It’s just the tip of the iceberg,”
"Most of these forces exist overseas and in deep mountains and swamps, places where ordinary monks never set foot, such as the Immortal Island in the East China Sea and the Ancient Immortal Palace in the Ancient Swamp. They are representatives of these hidden forces in the world of survival and cultivation,"
Chen Feng was so shocked that he could not speak for a long time. He did not expect that the world of cultivation actually had such a side. He had never heard of these hidden forces before. As for the ancient swamp, Chen Feng only knew that there was a person named The first-class force of the Ancient Ancient Sect, it seems now that this Ancient Ancient Sect may be the external representative of the Ancient Ancient Immortal Palace.
"These hidden forces are extremely powerful. Even the weakest ones can annihilate any state in the world of cultivation at will. The standard for measuring the strength of these hidden forces is Sanxian," Feng Yun Wuji said, Chen Feng was shocked, and vaguely, Chen Feng felt that Feng Yun Wuji was going to tell him a secret that many people in the cultivation world didn't know.
"Everyone thinks that Sanxian is powerful, but in fact, Sanxian is the most pitiful person. Chen Feng, do you know how Sanxian became successful?"
Chen Feng shook his head, his eyes full of curiosity.
"Those who become Sanxian are all desperate, because the road to Sanxian is an absolute road of no return."
Chen Feng's eyes narrowed, and his heart was in turmoil.
"In the late Mahayana period, ninety-nine great heavenly tribulations will come, and they will ascend through the tribulations. Not even one out of ten will survive. Chen Feng, do you know what the outcome will be for those who fail besides being annihilated by flying ashes?"
Chen Feng's heart moved and he couldn't help but say: "Could it be that the prerequisite for becoming a Sanxian is to fail in overcoming the tribulation?"
Feng Yun Wuji nodded: "The monks who failed to overcome the tribulation, if they use the art of military relief at the last moment, they can become loose immortals and avoid the end of being wiped out in ashes under the catastrophe."
"The art of military solution," Chen Feng's eyes narrowed, wondering why he had never heard of this spell.
"The Art of Bingjie is actually a spell that completely separates the Nascent Soul from the physical body. After the Bingjie, the Nascent Soul is independent of the physical body, seizes all the vitality of the physical body, and forms a new life form, the Sanxian. To put it bluntly, it is Nascent Soul cultivation, plus the Nine-Nine Great Tribulation contains a trace of fairy power, so after the war is over, the Nascent Soul can even cultivate the power of fairy spirits," Feng Yun Wuji said, with a hint of loneliness in his eyes: "However, the way of cultivation is against nature, and the path of Sanxian is even more incompatible. There is a calamity of life and death every thousand years, and there is only one path to Sanxian every hundred steps. To put it bluntly, Sanxian is just a poor thing struggling to survive. ,"
ps: The plot has been slow these days, but the real world of cultivation is about to unfold, and it will become brighter soon. In addition, these days at my mother-in-law’s house, there is no computer or network cable, so I can only use my mobile phone to code, and it is inevitable that there will be typos, so Please forgive me if there are any typos. Please give me flowers and votes.