100,000 Years of Body Refining

Fantasy Palace, a certain level of space.

Aoki and the Banbu Tenjin stood here, both of them were very quiet, their expressions were flat, and there was no half-waves, only the faint sharpness flickered deep in the eyes.

"Uncle Shi, may it be certain whether the magical **** is five decays?" Qing Mu said suddenly.

That half-step **** was not Shishu Qingmu, but a puppet surnamed Shishu, and belonged to the same line as Qingmu, who protected him for decades, so he was honored as Uncle Qingmu.

The master puppet said: "The power of the magical **** is still there, but it is obviously messy. Obviously the world of the gods is disintegrating and the power is disintegrating, but the gods are gods after all. Even if they die, they cannot be suppressed by you or me. Don't dare to make an all-out effort, otherwise, it was not as simple as sending off guests.

Aoki's eyes narrowed slightly, "Since you can determine the five decay of heaven and man, then wait for March. I would like to see, who can fight with me in the Azure Emperor Realm."

It's not Qing Mu Kuang, no one in the Qing Emperor realm can compare with him, even those heavenly gods can't do it.

The master puppet nodded and said: "The inheritance of the gods is the true power. With your talent, you will be able to inherit it perfectly. It is equivalent to the power of one more god. Waiting for you to prove the gods, the Qingdi Jue and the illusion combination, the Qingdi Shenzong The other two sons of God are by no means your enemies, this is your chance, and you should not miss it."

"Of course." Aoki smiled faintly, and Huan Wutian had invited him secretly. Unfortunately, it would be difficult to prove the **** of heaven after tens of thousands of years of cultivation, so what qualifications does such a talent have to walk with him, let alone help him.

Inherited by the gods, he will not help anyone, he is going to make a decision.

...

The deepest part of Divine Magic Sect.

There is a huge magic circle slowly rotating here, and on top of the magic circle sits a man who is burly in shape, but the upper body is looming, as if he is haunted by infinite magical power, and he can't see the true face.

Suddenly, a huge shadow appeared on the array, like an eye pupil, which was attached to the man's upper body, as if completely replaced.

"Unexpectedly, there is still a magical tool. The power gathered this time is beyond my imagination. It is enough to open the ancestral land." There was a voice in its eyes, and it looked out into the sky, as if it was peeping at something.

Hum!

At this moment, the figure trembled violently, as if trying to refine the pupils, but the breath it revealed was not strong, like a breeze blowing on his face, hard to shake.

"It's useless, it has been awe-inspiring for thousands of years, it should be enough." The pupils sneered, gradually replacing the whole body, and then transformed into a burly figure.

Hum.

Suddenly, there are faint fluctuations in the space, as if someone is peeping here, but all the power is reduced in an instant, for fear of being noticed.

"You disciples are also interesting. You are obviously just ants, but your heart is higher than the sky. You still want to look at this seat. That's all, it takes infinite energy to open the ancestral land. I don't want to sacrifice the Magic Heaven. It's the pinnacle of Xinghai, and it's still useful." The voice of the pupils faintly heard.

"And those guys, I really thought that my power is so easy to look at, just wait for this seat to send you a big gift, Jie Jie..."

...

A few days later, a shocking news came from Huan Tian Shan, Nan Wuyi went all the way to the top and descended to the Huan Tian Divine Sect, qualified to fight for inheritance.

As soon as this news came out, many people were shocked.

Wuming Sanxiu, First-Rank Xinghai, how could he not be shocked that he could reach this point.

But Qin Feng was not half happy, on the contrary, he was more solemn.

Obviously, this was what Huan Wutian did in secret, and the purpose was to leave Nan Wuyi behind, in order to leave Qin Feng and others behind.

It seems even more impossible to want to leave.

Qin Feng quietly reminded Ye Shen and the others, he found Hua Qingyun and tried a few more words, but he just closed the door without asking how much useful news.

He didn't care if anyone else could snoop here, see his identity, and refine the blood **** orb crazily.

I only hope that Huanwutian is trying to inherit it. If it is really arranged by the gods, his blood will be difficult to contend.

Time flies, except for a few people like Qin Feng who feel the pressure, and they are madly practicing, the others are desperately hitting the Huatian Mountain. As for those who succeed, they are closing their eyes and adjusting their breath, waiting for the day of inheritance.

Finally, March passed, and the day of inheritance arrived as promised.

There was a roar from the entire Huantian Mountain, and those misty magical powers gradually dispersed, and the entire sacred mountain was clearly greeted by everyone.

Huantian Mountain has also become extremely lively, and everyone rises from the sky and heads towards the Huantian Divine Sect.

The sky was densely packed with crowds, and I don't know how many people gathered.

When Qin Feng and the others walked out, Hua Qingyun personally received them and led them to the top of the mountain, and Nan Wuyi walked toward this side excitedly.

Although the magical power of Huan Tianshan has converged, since she reached the top, she has been sitting and practicing here, and her magical power has increased a lot, successfully breaking through the realm.

Lei Zhenzi and Li Xiaoyao were left behind.

But Qin Feng's expression was solemn, and Nan Wuyi murmured secretly, and then looked at Shen Tian Divine Sect with solemn expression, waiting for the evolution of today's situation.

"Huantian Divine Sect, welcome everyone to come."

Finally, when countless people gathered in all directions, a light voice came from the Divine Magic Sect. Although it was very light, it clearly fell in the ears of hundreds of millions of people, making the noisy space suddenly quiet. , The needle fall can be heard.

Everyone knows that it is the voice of the **** of fantasy.

The Celestial Inheritance is about to open.

"First of all, I am very grateful to all of you for coming all the way, so that I can see the demeanor of the younger generation in the Qingdi world." The voice of Huantian God continued.

"Huantian God, you don't need to say any more polite words. We came from afar, just to pass on." At this time, Aoki's voice sounded, interrupting the words of the Fantasy God, causing many people to change their expressions.

Qin Feng frowned slightly.

Such words are somewhat disrespectful. Aoki dared to speak like this. Could it be that the temptation three months ago has confirmed that the magic **** is running out of time?

Here, really inheritance, no layout?

If this is the case, the pressure will be doubled. Although his unparalleled battle body has just completed, the Xinghai Saint Body has transformed to the second stage, and the blood will have successfully transformed, he has no idea whether he can cut out the Four Sword Artifact.

It is almost impossible to resist the gods with such strength.

however.

Is it really that simple?

Qin Feng subconsciously looked at the magical palace, only to feel that the artifact seemed to have changed a bit, but it was difficult to capture the specific changes.

"It seems that you Tianjiao can't wait any longer, no matter, time is running out, let alone anything else, all Tianjiao who climbed to the top of Huan Tianshan can stand out." Huan Tian Shen didn't care about Qing Mu's disrespect, and said lightly.

Falling in the ears of everyone, it was a tremor in the heart.

It seems that the situation of the magical **** is indeed very bad, otherwise it will not be so tolerated.

But the more so, the more excited those Tianjiao became, and they whizzed in quickly, before coming to Shenzong, waiting for Huantian God's test to make a choice.

"Let's go."

Hua Qingyun headed south and had nowhere to go, and took the lead.

"You want to fight too?" Nan Wuyi looked at Hua Qingyun in surprise.

Hua Qingyun smiled and said, "Although the master did not directly choose us, he did not refuse. We are playing fair and naturally want to try. Even if we fail in the end, it will not be regrettable."

"The younger brother has a good mentality. Since it is so open, why bother to try? Anyway, there is no hope." At this time, Zi Mu's figure appeared, and several people gathered around him, seeming to be helping out.

Not only them, but the true legends of the Magic Sky God all appeared.

The second disciple Lu Moze, the eighth-rank Xinghai, and the third disciple Qingluoyan, also the eighth-rank Xinghai, the two seemed to be partners, coming hand in hand, followed by many helpers.

Mu Si, the fourth disciple, seemed to choose the second brother and the third sister to go with them.

Finally, a burly figure descended, his face was full of scumbags, without trimming, and he was really the big disciple Huan Wutian. He glanced at Qin Feng intentionally or unintentionally, and then went forward without saying a word. The address of the latest chapter of Refining One Hundred Thousand Years: https://www.readwn.com/book/159327.htmlRead the full text of one hundred thousand years of body refining: https://www.readwn.com/read/159327/One ​​hundred thousand years of body refining txt download link: https://www.readwn.com/down/159327.htmlOne ​​hundred thousand years of body refining mobile phone reading: https://m.readwn.com/read/159327/In order to facilitate the next reading, you can click \"Favorites\" below to record this (Chapter 369 Inheritance Day) reading record, next time Open the bookshelf to see it! If you like "One Hundred Thousand Years of Body Refining", please recommend this book to your friends (QQ, blog, WeChat, etc.) ,Thank you for your support! ! (www.readwn.com)