Wu Zun is Killing The Sky

Chapter 1331: Force a dead mission

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"More than a million years have passed. If Yuanyuan has a good chance, her strength should be almost restored."

"She was at least the first level of Da Luo Jinxian back then, and may even be a quasi-sage."

Chu Feng is now finally promoted to the quasi-sage, facing Zhu Yuanyuan, there will be no pressure anymore. He even has the confidence to kill the general quasi-sage.

Of course, the quasi-sage has understood the supreme law, and it is very difficult to kill.

I am afraid it can only be suppressed.

"Several brothers and sisters, I am going to leave for a while, you yourself be careful!" Chu Feng said to the seven brothers and sisters in the tenth floor.

Their cultivation base has nearly doubled compared to a million years ago.

The physical body of a deity has reached about two hundred feet.

For millions of years, Zhu Yan has not come in again to find them trouble. It is estimated that Zhu Yan was also afraid of being beaten that time.

Seven quasi-saint level war witches besieged him, it was a very terrifying thing.

After Chu Feng finished speaking, he stepped forward without waiting for the seven brothers and sisters to answer.

Directly to the exit from the tenth floor to the ninth floor.

With his cultivation level and promotion to the quasi-sage, the power of footwork supernatural powers is further manifested. Almost able to achieve the effect of Buddhist supernatural powers-supernatural powers.

What the heart thinks, where the feet go, and the body shape appears.

However, the supernatural powers of Buddhism are more powerful, and can even cross the heavens and all realms.

Although Chu Feng's footwork supernatural powers were powerful, they were not as strong as that. At most, it can only be crossed in one field.

"Little Junior Brother left in such a hurry, something must have happened!"

"After he goes out, Zhu Yan will probably be against him. Let's go out and have a look!"

Wu Xie and the others talked a few words and left the tenth floor together. If they were going out this time, if Zhu Yan was honest, that would be fine.

If they dare to make things difficult for Chu Feng, then they will settle the old and new accounts together.

Knife directly at Zhu Yan.

Chu Feng hurriedly withdrew from the holy tower, walking in the secret passage leading to the Witch Dragon Palace, he couldn't help being a little dazed.

More than a million years ago, he was forced to enter the holy tower by Zhu Yan, and then he was hunted down.

Everything is as vivid as yesterday.

Today, his king returns and he has become a quasi-sage.

Became the twelfth quasi-sage of the Wu clan. With his current cultivation base and strength, he no longer needs to be afraid of Zhu Yan.

As soon as he walked out of the secret passage, Chu Feng found hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him.

Every year, a great witch enters the witch dragon sacred tower to practice, but there are very few who can achieve something. As for those who can prove the quasi-saint, there are only two of them over the years.

Those are Zhu Yan and Zhuxuan.

As for Feng Bo and Hou Yi, although they are also quasi saints, they are not obtained in the holy tower. But in the prehistoric age, he has already been promoted to the quasi-sage.

Happy smiles appeared on the faces of Bo Feng and Hou Yi. Zhu Xuan looked at Chu Feng in surprise.

She obviously didn't expect that Chu Feng would be promoted to Quasi-Sage so quickly.

The other great witches looked at Chu Feng's eyes, some were jealous, some were surprised, and some were worshipping. The quasi-sage is the first goal of all great witches.

Only by achieving the position of quasi-sage can it be possible to aspire to a higher holy position.

"You have actually cultivated to the realm of quasi-sage?" Zhu Yan, who was sitting on top of the main seat, was shocked and deeply jealous in his tone.

"What? Does it scare you?" There was a hint of sarcasm on Chu Feng's face.

Zhu Yan is not only very ambitious, but also can't tolerate people. Especially the war witch clan, he regarded as the enemy of life and death.

why

Because this is related to an edict left by the ancestor witch!

"If you want to become a saint forever!"

There was originally the first half of this oracle, but because the wizard who listened to the oracle was killed at that time, only the second half was left. In the first half sentence, there are only four characters for the son of luck.

After Feng Bo and other old men of the Wu clan, he tried many ways to guess.

Finally came to an amazing conclusion.

The Wu Clan wants to produce a saint, and it needs to be thousands of years later. Calculated according to time, that is, one hundred million years after the fall of the ancestor witch.

Right now, it has been nearly 100 million years old.

And this sage of the witch clan will be born in the war witch clan.

Zhu Yan is just an ordinary wizard, he wants to be holy. He thought that the chance of sanctification would fall to him if he eliminated the war witch clan.

Because of his luck, it is very prosperous.

He claims to be the son of luck.

This is actually a bit similar to stealing the ears and stealing the bell.

"Joke, this witch is the great witch in power of the witch clan, what needs to be feared?"

I wish Yan a cold smile.

Then, he stared at Chu Feng and said, "Since you have proved the quasi-sage, then it is just right to send you to the immortal world to do a big event!"

"What's the matter?" Chu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, and he secretly guarded himself.

"Steal the Nine Heavens Jelly from the Lingxiao Palace! At least one hundred thousand catties or more, the more the better!" Zhu Yan said coldly.

"What is the use of Jiutian Qiongye?" Chu Feng has been an immortal official in the immortal world for so long, knowing that the Lingxiao Palace is heavily guarded and masters are like clouds.

Not to mention stealing things in the treasure hall, or wanting to get in, it is definitely not easy.

Zhu Yan's eyes showed a hint of coldness.

Presumably, Chu Feng was deliberately sent to die.

"You just get it. As for the usefulness, it's not what you can find out." Zhu Yan has absolute authority in the Wu Clan.

At least that was the case before. What he said is what he said.

For example, when I first met Chu Feng, I asked for Chu Feng's wife directly.

It's simply ridiculous.

"Not to mention the purpose, why should I steal it for you?"

Chu Feng was not so easy to use.

"Let's say it! Zhu Yan wants to condense his body with the help of Nine Heavens Jelly, and hit the five-hundred-zhang great witch realm!" Feng Bo hurriedly stepped up to complete the battle. "Chu Feng, Great Witch Zhu Yan also depends on your familiarity with the situation in the immortal world. Only then will this arduous task be entrusted to you."

It is a hurdle for the great witch to cultivate to the quasi saint.

The quasi-sage reaches five hundred zhang witch body, which is another hurdle.

After practicing for so many years, Zhu Yan's physical body is only more than two hundred meters. It can't even break three hundred feet, let alone five hundred feet.

To put it more plainly, he has encountered a bottleneck.

It's like practicing martial arts, if the talent is not good, or the mentality and perseverance is poor, almost every step is hurdles.

Zhu Yan's talent is very good.

But it is only relative.

Among ordinary wizards, it must belong to the enchanting rank. But after practicing to the realm of quasi-sage, his talent will come to an end.

To put it bluntly, his talent can only be cultivated to the ordinary quasi-sage level.

Want to go up, it's hard to beat the sky.

Jiutian Qiongye is the most precious treasure in the fairy world, even the Queen Mother is not willing to take a bath in the Yaochi.

Only use once occasionally.

It is rumored that the Nine Days Agar can wash away the filthy appearance of the flesh, and can increase the talent of the flesh tenfold, one hundredfold.

How easy is it to steal such a valuable treasure

What's more, the lion Zhu Yan speaks loudly, and it costs more than one hundred thousand catties.