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Chapter 373 Beyond the Holy Mountain
Chen Xiaofan's screams resounded in the room, his divine power was probing Zidian, every time was destruction, but every time was rebirth.

The refined divine power fed back to Chen Xiaofan's body, making him feel pain and happiness.

Enjoying the treatment of Heavenly Tribulation in the room, this time he requested it on his own initiative.

The double torture, both mental and physical, made him seem to be wandering in hell.

Everything is worth it, the divine power has been tempered and turned into a more pure energy, although I don't know how much it can be improved, but Chen Xiaofan knows that it will definitely be useful.

Constantly torturing himself, constantly tempering his divine power, he wandered between sobriety and confusion, and constantly whirled between collapse and recovery.

Instead of paying attention to the time, and not paying attention to the holy mountain outside the room, he stared at those golden threads, and squeezed one of them vigorously.

That golden thread is the thinnest among the many golden threads, and it is also the weakest purple lightning outside. In the process of constant wear and tear, Chen Xiaofan gradually discovered that every time he touched it, there would be less purple lightning outside the golden thread.

He thought, perhaps if Zi Lei is digested, the golden thread will be exposed, it is pure divine power, and it is an increase in strength.

Seeing fewer and fewer Zi Dian, he mustered all his energy and persevered in the constant pain and torment.

Until the purple thunder outside the golden line was completely melted away.

After everything was done, it was late at night.

Chen Xiaofan's bed was completely soaked, and he couldn't tell which ones were his sweat and which ones were his tears.

The gold thread lay quietly in the bead, it was like a delicacy, waiting for Chen Xiaofan to open it.

After slowing down for a long time, and adjusting his body to the best state, he once again penetrated his divine power into it.

This time the golden thread did not resist, nor was it protected by purple electricity.

It followed Chen Xiaofan's divine power into his body, and a powerful force poured into Chen Xiaofan's body.

It was as if delicious food was in the mouth, the pores of the whole body were relaxed, the pain suffered in the body and spirit was repaired, and every inch of skin was trembling comfortably.

Refining the thunder light around the golden thread, he could feel that almost all the divine power in his body was tempered and turned into a more refined power, but the amount was scarce, leaving his body in short supply.

Now that this golden thread has entered his body, the lack of divine power has been replenished again, and he can feel the fullness in his body, full of divine power, and full of energy.

Enjoying the flow of divine power, he is also feeling the information brought by the golden thread, which is the memory left by the last god.

Stripping away the useless bits, he distilled some messages.

There are a lot of things hidden in the holy mountain, which were left by the previous god, maybe they were traded with other gods, or he exchanged them with the strongest old man among the twelve gods in other ways.

He was very cautious, and with the threat of thunder disaster, these things were not placed on the holy mountain, but were hidden on other hills within the holy mountain range, and a few little gods took care of them on their behalf.

Chen Xiaofan thought it was a bit interesting, and he might have to go there tomorrow to see what the hidden things were.

By the way, let's see if the little gods on the top of the holy mountain are useful.

Stop exploring the gold thread in the bead.

He knows that this matter will not be finished for a while, and the golden thread behind it is bigger, and there are more purple thunders around, so it may take more time to digest and bear it.

Lying on the bed, feeling the power of the gods, Chen Xiaofan had a deeper understanding of the gods.

It was late at night, people in the group were gradually falling asleep, Ye Xueer didn't bother Chen Xiaofan, she sat alone in the village, with the firewood burning in front of her, making crackling noises.

The fire light shone on her face, she touched the scar on her face, and looked into the distance.

She didn't tell the people in the clan about Chen Xiaofan's decision for the time being, the clan people were too excited today, knowing that Chen Xiaofan would inherit the throne, they seemed to have a backbone, they sang and danced happily all day long.

The palace on the holy mountain was destroyed. After the monsters in the palace died, the snow no longer fell on the mountain, and the whiteness of the mountain gradually melted away. The holy mountain was barren, as if it had experienced a disaster. It was bare and barren.

Ye Xueer knew that with Chen Xiaofan on the throne, the holy mountain would definitely get better and better.

Looking into the distance, she has a beautiful longing in her heart.

Thousands of miles away from the holy mountain, there is a huge and dark city group. There are countless palaces on the cliffs. They hang on the mountain walls and look like they will fall down at any time.

Under the moonlight, there was no light in most of the palaces, only the largest hall on the top of the mountain was shining with light.

The wind howled, blowing across the mountain to the palace.

There are dozens of candlesticks in the hall, the wind is blowing, the candlesticks are shaking, the light is swaying, it seems that they will be extinguished at any time.

At the end of the hall, a thin body could be seen through the swaying light. He stood in the empty palace, and the wind howled past, as if to blow his body down.

Facing the stone wall deep in the palace, he muttered to himself.

"The holy mountain on the border turned red, and the boy who was targeted by Lei Jie, how could he improve so quickly?"

The candlelight flickered, looking at the stone wall with the faint light.

That's a map.

Hundreds of thousands of mountain ranges are engraved on the stone wall. On the entire map, the central mountain range is blood red, so red that it turns black.

As the mountains spread outward, the color gradually faded, and by the time of the outermost circle, the color had faded to the point where it was almost unrecognizable.

Only one place is different.

That is the border of the forbidden area, and it is also the holy mountain where Chen Xiaofan is.

The faint red became intense, and even at a certain moment it was a little purple, enough to rival the center of the entire map.

But after a while, its color became indifferent again.

"Is it because of having survived the thunder calamity, the benefits from the heavens?"

"Do you want to tell that adult?"

The old man whispered to himself, as if the analysis map had changed.

Suddenly, his body twisted a little, and his head turned to the side unnaturally.

In the dim light, another head emerged from his neck.

There was also a sharp voice in the palace.

"That adult is worrying about the long-haired people, don't bother him!"

The voice was sharp and urgent.

"But the boy from the Holy Mountain is a little strange."

The old man spoke calmly.

The sharp voice sounded again, and this time he was even more excited.

"It's just the effect of the thunder calamity. He has already been struck by lightning, and it is impossible to turn over in this life. It is only because of the grace of that adult that he can become the twelve main gods."

Calm and high-pitched voices in constant dialogue, the two heads of his body communicating.

"Look again, the holy mountain used to be a powerful main god of the lineage, and the dead old man may even fight for the position of the main line of the song."

"Warning, warning!!"

"I know, I know!"

The wind blew past, and finally extinguished the flickering candles, and the palace became dark, and there was no more sound.
The whole night passed, Chen Xiaofan didn't sleep, he was full of energy, through the control of the divine power, he clearly realized the power of the gods.

The injuries in his body have recovered, and he got up and walked around in the middle of the night without any abnormality, even the pain and weakness caused by using Zi Lei to temper his divine power later disappeared.

At night, he could feel the situation of the entire holy mountain, as if he was floating in the sky, overlooking everything on the holy mountain.

He could see Ye Xueer stayed in the group all night, sitting quietly.

He could see all kinds of animals on other peaks of the holy mountain, and he could even feel the divine power rippling on each mountain, which should be the gods hidden within the holy mountain.

This feeling made him a little illusory. He could imagine that in the world of white lines, Sun Dahai had power a hundred times stronger than this, and he could see through the whole world with a single thought.

Some are mysterious, some are erratic.

Fortunately, he controlled it in time, and did not let the divine power continue to spread, and the feeling of erratic also disappeared.

His body recovered and his divine power increased, Chen Xiaofan didn't plan to stay in the room to refine his divine power today, this thing had to be done step by step, his body and his divine power needed to get used to it, and he couldn't blindly advance.

Thinking of seeing Ye Xue'er sitting in the village all night yesterday, he wanted to visit her and see the situation in the village.

Although he is a god, Chen Xiaofan feels that he is no different, he is still just an ordinary person.

Thinking so in my heart, my body has already walked out of the wooden house.

Walking on the mountain path, watching the ice and snow melt in the mountains, the bare mountain path is really pitiful.

Subconsciously, he gently stroked the stone wall of the mountain path. The stone wall moved, and some grass poked out his head from the stone wall.

Chen Xiaofan was a little surprised, looked at his hand, felt the divine power in his body emerge from the palm, presumably it was the magical effect it brought.

There is a touch of emerald green on the stone wall of the mountain path, which looks very abrupt on the entire bare mountain path.

Birth of life out of thin air, Chen Xiaofan felt it was a novelty, and suddenly became playful.

Controlling the divine power in the body, let them cover the body, the faint divine power spread out of Chen Xiaofan's body, emitting light.

Stepping forward, tufts of grass protruded from the bare mountain road, and blossoming flowers emerged from the smooth stone walls.

Every step is the flowering of life.

Stepping on the grass and facing the flowers, he walked towards the village.

When he walked by, the mountain road behind him was already full of flowers and plants.

(End of this chapter)