God level travel in history

Chapter 328
Leng Danyan put her hands behind her back, moved her footsteps, and appeared in front of Xiao Feng.

"I'm asking you, how did you control that power just now?"

Leng Danyan looked at Xiao Feng coldly. The other party clearly did not practice the soul art but was able to initially control the immortal power, which really puzzled her.

Xiao Feng frowned. He recalled that when he first came into contact with this power, his body was still controlled by the remnant soul in Tianyuan.

In doing so, he beheaded a warrior.

Facing Leng Danyan's staring gaze, Xiao Feng did not speak, leaned forward, and directly made an attack.

Seeing the hazy white mist drawn by Xiao Feng, Leng Danyan frowned, and snorted coldly: "Since you don't know what to do, I can only capture you back to Huanyun Peak and find out your secret!"

After the words fell, Leng Danyan put his palms together, stepped back a hundred meters, and launched an attack directly in Xiao Feng's direction.

The explosion sounded, the white mist was misty, and the light was shining.

"Hmph! Cunning guy, I don't believe you won't come back!"

Looking at the disappearing figure, Leng Danyan stomped her feet viciously, very annoyed.

"What a terrible woman!"

After fleeing, Xiao Feng patted his chest lightly, and glanced deeply at the location of the lake.

After that, without any nostalgia, quickly return along the original road.

As he expected, since leaving the central place, it is extremely difficult to re-enter that illusory artistic conception.

At least with Xiao Feng's current understanding, it is still impossible to do it, let alone use that strange power.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Xiao Feng returned to Dongyang Peak.

When he ran all the way, as soon as he came to the courtyard, he saw Yue Xin sitting on the stone steps with a disheartened face.

"Brother Xiao, where have you been? I've been waiting for you for a long time." Seeing Xiao Feng, Yue Xin's eyes lit up, she clapped her hands and straightened up.

"Didn't you go to the Sutra Pavilion? Why did you come back so soon?" Xiao Feng was puzzled.

Before he went to the central place, it was convenient for him to go to the Buddhist scripture pavilion, and it stands to reason that he shouldn't have come back so early.

Hearing Xiao Feng's question, Yue Xin pouted her lips with displeasure on her brows: "Master, he originally asked me to read books in the Sutra Pavilion, but later a middle-aged man came, and Master will let me I'm back."

After finishing speaking, Yue Xin seemed to have thought of something, and added: "I heard Master call that middle-aged man Shen Bao, who seems to be the peak owner of Yanshan Peak."

"Oh?"

Xiao Feng frowned, he remembered the secret he heard in Yuling City not long ago.

The senior management of Yulingzong is divided into two forces, one of which is to support Shen Bao, the master of Yanshan Peak, as the suzerain.

"Brother Xiao, what are you thinking? By the way, you haven't told me where you went just now!" Seeing Xiao Feng stunned, Yue Xin raised her voice slightly.

Xiao Feng coughed lightly and scratched his head: "Dongyang Peak is so beautiful, I just wander around with nothing to do."

"Is that so?" Yue Xin murmured in doubt.

In the evening, Xiao Feng still cooked a delicious meal, and Xia Ni also came uninvited.

After eating, Xiao Feng and Yue Xin returned to their rooms one after another.

"How can I restore my strength?"

Xiao Feng was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling and lost in thought.

After a long time, Xiao Feng sighed and fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, when the house was silent, a black light bloomed between Xiao Feng's eyebrows, and a dark stone slowly emerged.

Whenever it trembled slightly, some strange runes would sink into Xiao Feng's body surface and disappear.

The next day, just as a ray of light shone through the window on the ground in the house, Xiao Feng opened his eyes.

"Ok?"

Xiao Feng murmured, shook his head and found that he had bumped into a hard object.

"Tianyuan!"

Looking intently, Xiao Feng let out a cry, and a flash of joy flashed in his eyes.

After a long period of exploration, although he has not fully grasped this black stone, he has initially grasped one of its functions, that is, healing and restoration.

When a strange space was cut by void turbulence, it was because of its existence that he was able to survive the crisis.

"Brother Xiao, I'm leaving first!"

As soon as Xiao Feng pushed open the door, he heard Yue Xin's greeting.

"Go!"

Xiao Feng responded, he knew that Yue Xin was going to participate in the new disciple's training conference.

Playing with the Tianyuan in his hand, Xiao Feng showed a smile on his lips, and walked towards the Scripture-Depository Pavilion.

Before that, he was still thinking about how to enter the Sutra Pavilion to read books, but now with Tianyuan, everything is much easier.

After all, from the first time he saw the master of Dongyang Peak, he knew that the other party had a hidden disease.

Listening to the bursts of birdsong outside the courtyard, Xiao Feng quickly washed up, and then went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the morning glow.

The courtyard where it is located is also on the mountainside. Although it is remote, it is only half a quarter of an hour away from the location of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion outside the green bamboo forest.

Passing through the bamboo grove and bypassing several courtyards, Xiao Feng soon arrived in front of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

"I remember that you are a servant brought by Yue Nvwa, you didn't stay in the yard honestly, why did you come here?"

An old voice came, and Xiao Feng could tell that it was the voice of the white-haired old man.

"You are sick, here to treat you!" Xiao Feng put his hands behind his back, and his voice was neither cold nor cold.

As soon as the words fell, a terrifying coercion poured out from the scripture storage pavilion and enveloped him.

"Huh? Interesting! Come in, sixth floor!" The white-haired old man murmured, his voice full of confusion.

With a smile on the corner of Xiao Feng's mouth, he took a step forward and stepped into the Sutra Pavilion.

Since it was early in the morning, there were not many people in the Buddhist scripture pavilion at the moment.

Every disciple who comes to choose the secret book of exercises will be led by a specific deacon. After the disciples choose the exercises, the deacon will take them away.

After a general glance, Xiao Feng also had to admire the horror background of the number one sect in the Soul Continent, and at the same time understood why so many forces took it as an honor for their children to enter the Yulingzong.

In the Sutra Pavilion of Dongyang Peak alone, there are nearly [-] books that record the secret books of exercises, neatly arranged on hundreds of bookshelves.

Each bookshelf is made of valuable sandalwood. As soon as he entered the Sutra Pavilion, he could smell the strong fragrance of sandalwood in the air.

After walking two steps, a huge vertical sign appeared in Xiao Feng's line of sight, and several large characters on the sign were extremely conspicuous.

Each disciple should not enter the Sutra Pavilion for more than one hour.

After thinking about it for a while, Xiao Feng understood the purpose of this regulation, because there are so many secret books of exercises here, so many that it is dazzling.

Each exercise secret book has its own advantages. If there is no time limit, many disciples may be confused when they enter the Sutra Pavilion, and they may not be able to get out within a day or two.

Go straight along the bookshelf, and soon there is a spiral staircase.

(End of this chapter)