Fading god ascends immortal road

, in the dark small room, Feng Qi suddenly fell silent.

Why is he always so unlucky.

In the past, he always concluded that this was his fate, and no one could escape his fate, so he could only accept his fate.

But he gave up his life for such a long time, but in the end he couldn't even protect the sword!

What is this!

For the first time, Feng Qi had the terrifying thought of changing his fate against the sky.

But the source of Long Aotian's thought is - his sword is missing!

In grief and anger, Feng Qi stabbed and killed that little Wu Chen hundreds of times, although these only happened in his thoughts.

The days of being locked up in a small black room are always very long, but in seven days, Feng Qi seems to have spent a year.

Seven days later, someone finally opened the door of the small black room, and it was Wu Chen who opened the door.

Wu Chen was still in that attire, with his face covered and behind the light, he couldn't see his face clearly, but Feng Qi still recognized him at a glance by his figure, and when Feng Qi saw him, he wanted to rush up and beat him up.

But that Wu Chen seemed to possess magical powers, with a slight shake of the copper bell in his hand, Feng Qi's body was no longer under his control.

Feng Qi's body moved according to Wu Chen's wishes, and then walked to Wu Chen's side obediently like a puppet.

Wu Chen glanced at him indifferently, and without speaking, he rang the bell and led Feng Qi away from here.

This is the interior of the Corpse Refining Hall. There are tinkling copper bells everywhere, and there are more than a dozen blood pools that are bubbling hot. Some disciples control the mutilated corpses into the blood pools. When they come out again, the corpses Reborn with flesh and blood, it is the same as before.

Feng Qi was shocked to see those blood pools have the function of regenerating flesh and blood.

At this time, Wu Chen in front of you said quietly: "Your heart is really big, you are going to die, and you still have the mood to see these things."

Feng Qi: "..."

He didn't remind him, he almost forgot.

He is now a sacrificial identity.

Sometimes it's not good to be too optimistic, and you don't even know how you died.

Feng Qi withdrew his mind and began to think about how to escape.

After walking for about a stick of incense, Wu Chen brought Feng Qi to a teleportation platform.

There was a flash of white light, but in an instant, the two of them came to the roof of the Corpse Refining Hall. The roof was seven or eight feet high. Holding a magic staff, seeing Feng Qi approaching, they all knelt down towards him.

Immediately afterwards, two old men stepped forward and put a bunch of brass bells on him, chanting something while putting them back on. Feng Qi couldn't understand what they were saying, but it wasn't a good thing for him anyway. up.

After the two old men tidied him up, they retreated to their team, sat cross-legged around the altar, and continued to speak in a language that Feng Qi could not understand.

But this time, those whispers turned into blurred characters and floated into the air, surrounding the altar.

At this moment, Wu Chen, that bastard, actually slapped him into the middle of the altar.

It was okay for Feng Qi to stand outside the altar, but when he entered the altar, he felt that the blood in his whole body was flowing backwards, and it was flowing out from the top of his head bit by bit, and continued to rise.

Feng Qi couldn't move at all, like a fish at the mercy of others.

Time passed by, the whispering spell continued, the copper bell swayed without wind, and Feng Qi's flesh and blood were diminishing at a visible speed...

Above Feng Qi's head, a collar full of silver bells gradually took shape, and Feng Qi's blood flowed into the collar.

A strange feeling of nausea rushed straight to his forehead, Feng Qi felt his internal organs were turned out, and finally he couldn't hold on any longer. With a "wow", a mouthful of blood spewed out, followed by blood from his eyes, mouth and nose. Eyes full of blood.

Feng Qi felt that this time, he was really going to die, with so much blood, it hurt his heart to see it.

In fact, not only Feng Qi thinks so, but also all the elders of Corpse Refining Hall think so.

The sacrifice is about to die.

But the next moment, the mutation happened.

The collar floating above Fengqi's head suddenly vibrated at an extremely high speed, and the crisp bell shattered all the whispering spells surrounding it.

Everyone in the room was blown away by the mutation, and they all suffered backlash one by one, vomiting blood incessantly.

"What's going on? Zu Wuling has changed."

The elders didn't know what happened and all looked at their high priest, Wu Chen.

And Wu Chen looked at Feng Qi with a complicated expression.

His mouth was dry, and he was speechless for a while, and the expression on his face changed, sometimes joyful, sometimes sad.

Here, on the altar, Zu Wuling fell straight down after a violent vibration, and fell into Feng Qi's hands. With a "clang", a silver-white light from Zu Wuling shot into Feng Qi's consciousness. ocean.

At the same time, Feng Qi's lost blood returned to his body again. Everything that happened in front of him was too strange, but what surprised Feng Qi the most was that the Zu Wuling in his hand recognized him as his master .

The origin of this thing is unknown, but he knew the power of this magic weapon just by passing the spiritual brand of the magic weapon, and Feng Qi's heart was immediately assured.

If he had this magic weapon, he would have absolutely no problem escaping from here.

Feng Qi didn't want to stay here for a long time. The moment he got the magic weapon, he secretly operated the exercises to adjust his breath to repair his injuries. After his breath stabilized, Feng Qi tried to summon Yehuang.

The next moment Ye Huang flew out from Wu Chen's storage space. Wu Chen was caught in some unspeakable emotion, and he couldn't stop him for a while, so he could only watch helplessly as he searched for the person for 2 years. disappear before my eyes.

Because of Zu Wuling's bonus, Feng Qi escaped without a trace in the blink of an eye.

After Feng Qi left, Wu Chen only lightly ordered: "No matter what, we must find him."

Feng Qi Yujian escaped from the Corpse Refining Hall. Compared with Fanzhou, Tianzhou is really not at the same level. There is abundant aura everywhere. Feng Qi has gone through life and death, and after being washed away by this aura, his cultivation level has faintly improved. breakthrough.

Feng Qi hurriedly found a valley, and began to meditate and adjust his breath according to the cultivation method in his memory.

It's just that Feng Qi is not an aborigine after all, and he hasn't been in the world of reincarnation for even half a year. Suddenly it rang, and the crisp ringtone suppressed the restlessness in Feng Qi's body within a short while.

Afterwards, Zu Wuling's soft silvery-white light enveloped Feng Qi's surroundings, and Feng Qi meditated for a whole night, and broke through the realm in the early morning of the second day.

The rain and dew wet Feng Qi's clothes, after Feng Qi opened his eyes, the first thing he did was to take out a talisman from the ring, and evaporate the moisture all over his body.

After that, he looked at Zu Wuling who was still floating above his head and said: "Although I don't know why you recognize me as the master, but you have helped me a lot, and it can be regarded as saving my two lives. The first time was refining corpses." Don, the second time was last night, so I want to thank you."

That ancestor Wu Ling was no more spiritual than Yehuang, she was like a dead thing, and she didn't respond to Feng Qi saying thank you.

Feng Qi grabbed Zu Wuling from the air with one hand. He held Zu Wuling in his hand, turned it over and observed it carefully.

It was found that there were only nine bells on the round collar of the ancestor witch bell, one was missing, and one was also broken. Although the remaining eight bells were complete, they were also covered with swords. Scratches, it seems that its former master had experienced a life-and-death battle with it.

Otherwise, how could a magic weapon of this level be so broken?

At this time, Yehuangjian flew over in a circle, as if dissatisfied that his master had been staring at Zu Wuling and ignoring it.

Feng Qi poked Ye Huangjian with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't ignore you."

Tianzhou is no better than Fanzhou, because of the abundance of aura, many creatures have opened up their spiritual wisdom. Feng Qifang walked out of the valley for more than ten miles and met an old tree demon. Its vines are particularly long. Feng Qi passed by here and flew low. Some of them were entangled by the vines and dragged down. If Feng Qi encountered such a situation in the few days when he just traveled, he would definitely scare the three souls to the seven souls. It's just that the tree demon is not lucky. Qi is no longer the fool he was a month ago.

Feng Qi sacrificed Ye Huang, and saw a flash of red light, and the huge vine was chopped up like a vegetable.

Afterwards, Feng Qi jumped onto Yehuang, and started his famous stunt-running!

Spirit Beast Garden

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As far as this Feng Qi is concerned, he can't do anything else, but his running skills are top-notch, and as soon as the sound of piercing the air resounds, the person disappears.

Feng Qi was not so fast before, so he attributed all the credit to Zu Wuling.

Since getting Zu Wuling, his legs no longer hurt, his waist no longer sore, in short, his whole body has become more comfortable, and even the speed of the spiritual energy circulating in his body has become much smoother.

Of course, Zu Wuling also gave him a lot of pain. The sour feeling of being drained of blood yesterday on the altar has become the shadow of Feng Qi, which is still vivid in his mind.

Feng Qi flew around aimlessly in the sky, and he found an apple tree full of bright red fruits. Feng Qi's eyes lit up, and he immediately flew over and landed under the apple tree.

Feng Qi didn't step down from the sword, because the apple tree was a bit high, so Feng Qi asked Yehuang to lift him up, and then up.

When he reached for the apple and was about to put it into his mouth, the apple stretched out its claws and slapped Fengqi with a "snap".

The three red scratches on Feng Qi's face were completely covered...

Damn... this apple is perfect!

Then, Feng Qi just watched "Apple" stretch out a few claws in such a foolish way, and passed in front of his eyes in a blink of an eye——

Ran……

run……

Up...

……

After a while, Feng Qi squeezed his fist and broke