A fairy godmother just wants to be beautiful alone

Chapter 262 Golden Light
The dark and turbulent magic breath, like a deep and silent cosmic black hole, can absorb all the light that enters it.

When she got here, Bai Lu knew that it was nonsense for those demon primordial spirits to completely refine the supreme magic weapon.

Because there is no spiritual sense of Yuanshen Shenjun to stay here.

Inside the Demon God's Pillar is a vast and boundless world. Compared to the pitch-black and boundless world of demon energy, the location where the Immortal Demon Palace was located was only equivalent to the earth's atmosphere.

It didn't even touch the real edge of the Demon God's Pillar.

And the further you go in, the stronger and more corrosive the magical breath of the vast and ancient times becomes.

In this ocean of magic breath that erodes all things, it is impossible for any monk's spiritual thoughts to stay for a long time.

Especially here, not to mention Yuanshen Shenjun's divine sense, even Bai Lu's divine sense felt slightly uncomfortable.

Looking at the viscous and turbulent end of the darkness like a giant beast, she couldn't help but think of the dark world of Geshi Mountain.

That dark world was transformed by the magic breath released from 72 Demon God Pillars after millions of years of accumulation.

Now that he is inside the Demon God's Pillar, there must be no less devilish energy contained in it than in the Dark World.

In the face of this vast and boundless power, the refinement mentioned by those demonic primordial spirits in the world of cultivating immortals is simply a joke.

The struggle between them is just to try their best to extend their divine sense as far as possible, and to suppress other latecomers as much as possible.

In this way, they will mobilize more power.

But for the supreme magic weapon, these powers are just a drop in the bucket, and it hasn't even touched its fur.

Even if their spiritual thoughts want to stay here, they can't do it, and they are talking about refining.

Moreover, even here, it is extremely far away from the core of the Demon God's Pillar.

Bai Lu felt that in the deeper part of the Demon God's Pillar, the magic breath there could even easily corrode the Mahayana spiritual thoughts.

But in this monotonous and dreadful ink-black world, a golden light appeared, which had to attract her attention.

Bai Lu took a closer look, and found that it was actually a golden feather, quietly floating in the thick and heavy magic breath.

The feathers were narrow and gorgeous, as if they were the tail feathers of some kind of bird, and the long feather handles were slender and shiny.

Feathers of various colors are gently rippling and lined up along the feather stems, exuding a hazy golden light.

Where the golden light shrouded, there seemed to be an invisible force gently pushing away the surging magic breath.

Looking carefully, Bai Lu discovered that the light of the five virtues of those feathers was intertwined, interweaving a majestic scene of beautiful mountains and rivers, as if forming a world of its own among the supreme magic weapon surging with devilish energy.

The colorful blurred golden light is incompatible with the dark world, exuding a sense of being out of the world.

On the contrary, it is very similar to the true meaning of the immortal way when the Jiuling Pagoda fully erupts.

Bai Lu stared closely at the magnificent tail feather full of extraordinary aura, and her pupils shrank slightly when reflected by the colorful and beautiful scene.

Can't help guessing secretly, "Could it be that the person in Jiufengchao Yin Palace is not refining the supreme magic weapon, but sending this feather into it."

After careful observation, she found that this tail feather was not as peaceful as it appeared on the surface.

I saw Yin Qi lingering on the smooth feather handle, and countless innocent souls were howling on each fine and fine hair.

The fine hairs penetrated their soul bodies, sucking their soul power like a greedy monster.

Then, through the smooth feather handle, the continuous stream of soul power is transformed into colorful golden light to block the erosion of the magic breath.

One by one, the innocent souls were howling and disappearing.

(End of this chapter)