The Prince of Taiyin Covering the Sky

Chapter 317

Compared with the part of the earth where the prehistoric ancient stars were exposed to the outside world, the land sealed by the pre-Qin sages with a large array is infinitely larger, and the aura is much more abundant. Although it is still difficult to support the powerful, it is still precious.

This branch of the Wind Clan occupies an area covered by a large formation, and a group of villas are built next to Lei Ze, rooted in a dragon vein, which is the source of the strength of the Wind Clan monks.

Si Xuan casually sat on a wide and soft sofa. The villas of the Feng family are very gorgeous, with carved beams and painted buildings. There are many paintings and inscriptions by famous Tang and Song Dynasties on the walls. bought.

"The old sage laughed at the broken tea in the poor house." Dressed in a white suit and handsome, Fenghua brought several cups of tea, placed them next to the elders, and said cautiously.

Just now, old Zhu Yan had suppressed the saint's remnant array casually, and Si Xuan had designated the perfect holy soldier, which gave her some guesses about Si Xuan's cultivation level. Although she couldn't be sure, she still didn't dare to neglect.

"It's okay, I'm sorry." Si Xuan picked up the cup of tea, took a sip, and said, "Miss Fenghua should be the leader of the younger generation today, right? Sit down and talk."

This little girl named Fenghua practiced the eight trigrams scriptures in Emperor Fuxi's scriptures. With the blessing of the emperor's blood, her talent and combat power are very good, which should be stronger than the golden-winged Xiaopeng King of the same realm.

With Si Xuan's approval, Feng Hua's face was also secretly happy, and he carefully sat behind his Xuanzu, and said respectfully: "It's just a little achievement, which makes senior laugh."

Old Zhuyan also stared at Fenghua for a moment, and suddenly tapped lightly, a black and gold magic circle hidden in the void appeared, and said with a smile: "It seems that the sages of your clan did not make little preparations before leaving. The spiritual formation has already reached the level of a saint, no wonder it can support so many good monks in such a world."

Feng Bai was also taken aback by Zhu Yan's method, and sighed: "Senior's eyes are like torches, this is the magic circle left by the sages of our clan before they left. There were still many gods left behind, but after many years , It's almost exhausted, so I can only rely on the steady flow of this spirit gathering array."

He turned his eyes to the heroic Fenghua beside him, and sighed: "This child is a rare seedling that has been rare for thousands of years. According to ancient records, if it was placed in the pre-Qin era, he should have the talent of a saint, but now resources are limited. It can be pushed to this level.”

Si Xuan nodded and said, "The current Honghuangxing is like this. It is indeed difficult to cultivate without the help of external forces. Mr. Feng has also tried his best."

When one's cultivation has reached the realm of transforming into a dragon, dragon marrow is needed for each level of improvement, otherwise it will take many years of accumulation. It is hard to find dragon veins on the earth now, so it is useless to talk about the essence of dragon veins like dragon marrow.

He took the Fuxi Dragon Stele into his hands, activated the divine power in this piece of imperial weapon, and inspected this huge villa complex, only to find that although the area is not small, there are not many people living here, only a hundred people in total. There are only a few people, and there are only a few dozen people who have the blood of Emperor Fuxi.

He knew in his heart that in order to reduce the burden on this spirit gathering formation, the Feng Clan people deliberately reduced the number of practitioners among the younger generation, rather than lacking, the selected ones were those with more outstanding emperor blood.

"Let's wait a few more years. The world of extreme spirits is about to pass, and the day when the Dao will recover is not far away." Regarding this, Si Xuan has nothing to do now. The golden age is coming soon, and Ninety-Nine Dragon Mountain will also Feed back to the planet and everything will be fine.

Old Zhu Yan smiled at Fenghua with great interest: "I like this little girl. The Dragon Stele has given me the grace of passing on the scriptures. I will take care of the supplies you need to practice before you cut the Dao. Your Highness, you you do not mind?"

It has manipulated the Fuxi Dragon Stele several times, and was passed on the gossip scriptures by the god of the Dragon Stele. Old Zhu Yan always remembered this kindness, so he took care of the Fuxi people of the prehistoric ancient star.

Si Xuan raised his eyebrows and glanced at it, then shrugged and said with a smile, "What do I mind? Anyway, it's your resources, so feel free to do so."

"Thank you, senior!" Fenghua, who was at the side, heard that Zhu Yan wanted to help her practice, so she quickly stood up and bowed gracefully.

"Little girl, this little resource is nothing to me, so don't be nervous." Old Zhu grinned, and opened his mouth to spit out a crimson sage bird feather, refined it into a magic weapon of space, and threw it to Fenghuadao.

Si Xuan stared at the feather, and suddenly said: "Compared to this, does Mr. Feng know where the sages in your clan have gone? Could it be that he also went to Feixian Ancient Star with those Qi practitioners?"

Hearing Si Xuan's question, Feng Bai not only smiled wryly but shook his head and said, "You think highly of us, my late grandfather was just a child in the Qin Dynasty, how could he be qualified to listen to the discussions of sages!"

"I see. It seems that I am indeed in a hurry." Si Xuan suddenly smiled and shook his head.

Feng De, the head of the Feng family, also said: "Practice is not easy. The orthodox traditions that have stayed on the earth all these years hold together to keep warm, no matter the monster race, Taoism or Buddhism, or the descendants of us human race's ancient supernatural beings."

"Ancient supernatural beings of the human race? Do you know how many of them still have inheritance?" Hearing this, Si Xuan immediately became interested and asked earnestly.

The ancient supernatural powers of the human race, this crowd is too broad, whether it is the Three Emperors and Five Emperors who occupy an important position in mythology, or the legendary Dayi who shoots the sun, Kuafu who chases the sun, and Chang'e from the Guanghan Palace, since these people can It is not a simple existence that has been handed down from ancient history.

Feng De smiled bitterly and said: "If you ask this question, it will be difficult for the younger generation to answer. There are too many great supernatural powers in ancient times, and it is difficult for us to be sure. The people who have a better relationship with our Feng Clan are the Si family and the ancient Qin family who are descendants of Yu Zu. Ying Family."

"rumble!"

Before Feng De finished speaking, he felt a coercion like a raging sea appearing above his head. It was an irresistible force of heaven, as if the whole sky was suppressed, making people dare not take a breath at all.

Feng Bai and Feng Hua were almost kneel down by this heavenly power, but Lao Zhu Yan reacted instantly and sprinkled the feather-like brilliance of a divine bird, alleviating the frightening coercion.

"Senior, you are..." Old Feng Bai forcibly stopped his trembling legs. This old man who lived from the Tang Dynasty to the present is the first time to feel the coercion of a saint, far surpassing him The limits of what can be imagined.

"I lost my composure." At this time, Si Xuan came back to his senses. The small jade bowl in his hand had been shaken into dust by him at some point. Sir, can you tell us about the Si family's descendants of Yuzu in detail?"

His expression tried his best to be calm, but the gaffe just now really scared the Feng family members, Feng De was afraid of committing some taboo, so he asked cautiously: "Senior, do you have any entanglements with the Si family?"

"It's not an entanglement." The expression on the face of the old Zhu Yan who was sitting on the side also became serious, and he said to the Feng family, "My highness is surnamed Si, and that ancestor Yu may have some connection with his highness."

(End of this chapter)