The Ancient Vast Realm

The young man looked at the monster below with a smile on his face. The flame power on its body was constantly absorbed by the formation and flowed upwards. Just above the monster, a huge heart was surrounded and burned by strands of flames, as if something was being refined on it.

This young man was Yin Mo, the eighth son of the Ksitigarbha Hall. If Feng Xuan was here, he would definitely recognize that the huge flame monster below was the flame god he had seen in the Wudao Academy.

"The fire law and ability limit of this fire god have been basically understood. As long as the last spiritual material is delivered, we can bury it and break through to the fourth realm."

Looking at the crazy god below, Yin Mo finally showed a trace of excitement in his eyes.

This god is the treasure of the old snake demon. It is said that he almost died in the Dark Fire Demon Abyss in order to capture this god. If the other party did not owe a favor to his master, he would not be willing to give this god to Yin Mo.

A god, even a crazy god, is extremely precious. For a witch who loves research, these gods born naturally from heaven and earth have extremely fatal temptations. Everything on them is worth studying. Some can even analyze these gods directly to obtain the power of the other party's laws.

This god was specially prepared for him by the master. As long as he completely buried this god, he could not only break through to the fourth realm, but also refine this fire god into a god general.

Dong-dong-

Suddenly, the huge heart in the air burst out with a violent heartbeat, and boundless blood filled the underground palace. The scorching blood was as hot as boiling magma, and the terrifying vitality and blood filled the underground palace.

At this moment, all the beings in the underground palace who heard this heartbeat subconsciously looked here, and even the roar was stagnant for a moment.

When seeing this huge heart, some alien races or wild beasts flashed a trace of fear and greed in their eyes, while some beings just glanced at it lightly, and seemed to show a trace of disdain in their eyes.

From then on, the entire underground palace returned to its previous appearance, and it seemed that it had no interest in this heart anymore.

Yin Mo never paid attention to these guys. This underground palace is a prison in the Ksitigarbha Realm. Countless wild beasts and alien races are suppressed here. Some of them are extremely dangerous. Even he dared not approach, otherwise, even if there were cages, there would be great danger.

If it were not for the Burial God Order given to him by his master, with his current strength, he would not be qualified to come here.

Yin Mo slowly withdrew his hand, and the huge heart on the magic circle was completely retracted. The body size also slowly shrank until it became a fist-sized heart quietly suspended in his hand, not daring to be presumptuous at all.

Originally, the consciousness in the evil eye heart still had some rebellious emotions, but after it felt the horror in this dungeon, this immature consciousness was completely honest.

Some of the guys around were fine, and it didn't take them seriously because it had some memories of its former body. But here, in the depths of the prison, it felt many guys who were more terrifying than its original body.

"Well, it's time to go out. After two months, this thing has no use value anymore."

Looking at the bloody heart beating slowly in his hand, Yin Mo said to himself.

Hearing this, the heart in Yin Mo's hand stopped beating, and the whole heart fell into a panic.

"Don't worry, you are just worthless to me. Follow my junior brother well, otherwise your use will only be sliced ​​and used as a research object."

Yin Mo re-sealed the fire god below in his hand, and then walked out while speaking lightly.

Hearing Yin Mo's words, the heart of the evil eye tribe suddenly revealed a gentle fluctuation, as if trying to please the young man in front of him.

Yin Mo ignored the thing in his hand, and directly put it away with a flip of his hand, and used the token to send himself away from this gloomy underground palace.

As soon as Yin Mo returned to Moyu Palace, he saw a guard running over and reporting something to him.

"Oh? Junior brother is here and practicing in the martial arts arena? This kid came quite quickly!"

Yin Mo showed a hint of surprise on his face, and then turned and walked towards the martial arts arena.

A moment later, Yin Mo saw that in the huge martial arts arena of Moyu Palace, a young man in a green robe was sitting quietly in the middle of the venue, and a series of extremely uncomfortable black mist pythons surrounded him. Above Feng Xuan's head, five long swords of different colors rotated with each other, emitting a strong five-element power.

"What a strange aura? Why does it feel so familiar?"

Yin Mo did not pay attention to the five-element sword intent flowing above Feng Xuan's head, but focused on the black mist pythons surrounding him, feeling that they seemed very familiar.

"No, isn't this that kind of aura?"

Suddenly Yin Mo's expression was startled, and he suddenly reacted. Isn't this the most serious side effect of practicing the burial nerve in his lineage?

Those who practice the Burial God Power will be envied by the heavens and will almost always be plagued by disasters. If it weren't for the fact that his temple had already developed some methods to control it, I'm afraid no one would dare to practice the Burial God Power. But that only applies to those with ordinary disaster power. People like him can only be bound in this Great Wilderness Holy Land and dare not go out at all.

But he didn't expect to see the disaster power that was almost materialized on Feng Xuan's body at this time. What on earth is going on?

As Yin Mo approached, Feng Xuan had already noticed his arrival and slowly opened his eyes to look at him.

"Eighth Senior Brother!"

Feng Xuan smiled and wanted to get up and go to Yin Mo, but the next moment, Yin Mo had already appeared in front of him.

"What's wrong with these things? Why do you have such a strong aura of disaster?"

Yin Mo did not panic, but looked at Feng Xuan with a serious face and said, "It's only been two months since I last saw him. What on earth is this kid doing?"

After hearing Yin Mo's words, Feng Xuan glanced at the black mist giant python lazily swimming above, spread his hands and said: "It's just some opportunities. I practiced a special skill that can barely control some disaster power, and by the way, I can also avoid my own disaster."

Feng Xuan was telling the truth. These black mists were the power of disaster, but they were not the black mists transformed from the source of disaster on his body, but the ones he cultivated himself.

Feng Xuan is not saying that he can control the source of disasters now. If that were the case, even some powerful people would be afraid of Feng Xuan and would not want to be his enemy.