Cultivation of immortality starts from falling into a trap

Huo Yan, although he didn't know what happened, what the Yuan Infant Monk had seen and heard was by no means covered.

At a glance, he recognized the details of the Hongmeng purple qi, and his eyes were even more fixed on the formation map in Wang Feng's hand.

The cultivation here is not high Wang Yuqing and the second dog of the grandson.

The former looked thoughtful, and the latter directly recognized the name of Hongmeng Purple Qi, and a pair of eyes the size of mung beans almost didn't pop out.

In his heart, he secretly shouted: "Obediently, this Hongmeng purple qi is a legendary artifact, known as the foundation of the Great Dao."

If my grandson Ergou recovers this wisp of Hongmeng purple qi, then in the future, it will not be honored as a [Ergou Saint], it will be beautiful, and the corners of his mouth will be drooling without knowing it.

looked at his cousin Wang Yuqing beside him, and felt even more grateful in his heart.

Don't look at your own cultivation is higher than your cousin, but if you want to look at people and things, it's really not a little worse.

When I first saw the sect master, if it weren't for my cousin Chuanyin's persuasion, I couldn't say that the corpses of my two dogs would have been cold.

But it's not convincing.

The sect master, the more he comes into contact, the more mysterious it becomes, and he really deserves to be the power of the ancient true immortals.

Wang Feng didn't care what a few people thought in their hearts, and at the moment when the Hongmeng purple qi rose, he actually opened his mouth and inhaled it, wanting to swallow it into his stomach.

This action can make the jaws of everyone here drop in shock.

Among several people, although Huo Yan is a real Yuan Infant Stage monk, his cognition of a divine object like Hongmeng Purple Qi is limited to legends.

Seeing Wang Feng's behavior at this time, he couldn't help but be stunned, and said secretly in his heart: "It turns out that this kind of divine object is actually going to be devoured directly? That

wisp of Hongmeng purple qi did not come to Wang Feng's mouth as Wang Feng wished, but the small wisp weighed as much as ten thousand catties, and it was not moved by Wang Feng's pulling force at all.

You must know that at this time in the meta-core space, Wang Feng is equivalent to the god of this small world.

This is also the reason why Huo Yan couldn't even make a move before, and he was defeated by his men.

At this time, it is just a small wisp of Hongmeng purple qi, but in its own meta-core space, it can not be manipulated by itself, which can also be seen that Hongmeng purple qi is extraordinary.

Wang Feng was originally a person with a stubborn temper, since the other party refused to come, he simply took a few steps forward, bit at him, and swallowed his stomach with a "bang".

Raising his eyes and seeing the different expressions on the faces of several people, Wang Feng didn't mean to explain, and he didn't even feel full.

Stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, looking unfinished, as if he had just swallowed some delicacies from the mountains and seas.

Wang Feng is not untargeted.

Although I don't know much about Hongmeng Purple Qi, I also have my own understanding.

In his mind, whether it is the innate qi, the acquired aura, or the yuan power that he cultivates, it is a different way of expressing energy.

Spiritual energy can be used to absorb cultivation, and vitality is the foundation of oneself, so what about Hongmeng purple qi?

Next, Wang Feng sat down on the spot.

Jian Lai and Ruthless were even more consciously protected, with a solemn expression and a word.

Wang Feng sat cross-legged here and took a long breath. soothed his mind a little, and directly operated the spiritual power technique of the foundation building period --- the Flying Snow Sword Technique.

I want to guide the wisp of Hongmeng purple qi that enters the body to run along the meridians that the "Flying Snow Sword Technique" usually cultivates.

As soon as you look inward, you will know that you can't do anything.

That Hongmeng purple qi, although it is only a wisp, is as heavy as ten thousand pounds, and it is not at all guided by the foundation building period exercise of the "Flying Snow Sword Technique".

Hongmeng's qi followed the central meridians, rejecting the aura all the way down, reaching Wang Feng's dantian qi sea, and even more oppressing the aura in the entire qi sea, rushing towards Wang Feng's limbs.

Wang Feng's feeling at this time was as if his body was about to explode at any time, he thought that Hongmeng Purple Qi was going to occupy the dantian qi sea at this time.

But that wisp of Hongmeng purple qi, as if it had its own consciousness, did not chase the aura in Wang Feng's body unrestrainedly like Wang Feng's will, like a naughty child, up and down.

Wang Feng, who was sitting cross-legged at this time, was shaking like chaff, and the meridians on his body, arms and limbs were like small snakes swimming and flickering.

Wang Feng was bitter in his heart, and he also knew that he was pretending to be too much this time.

If this continues, I am afraid that there will only be an explosion and death.

It's really easy to ask God to send Buddha.

At the first time when Hongmeng Purple Qi was out of control, Wang Feng had already tried to wrap it with his spiritual power and send it out of his body.

But what puzzled Wang Feng was that the spiritual power that usually makes an arm is like an arm, but somehow, he doesn't listen to the call.

The closer you get to Hongmeng Purple Qi, the more turbulent it becomes.

This made Wang Feng think of the level suppression in the bloodline between demon beasts.

If this is the case, comparing the legendary Hongmeng Qi to a generation of kings, I am afraid that the spiritual power of his cultivation is not even a commoner, at most he is a beggar.

If Hongmeng Purple Qi is allowed to act recklessly in the meridians in his body like this, his spiritual power cultivation that he has cultivated with great difficulty will be ruined, and even this essence body will not be able to bear it.

The swords of the Dharma protectors on the left and right sides came and were ruthless, and at this time, they also discovered that Wang Feng was wrong.

The two didn't have to think about it, and they knew that the problem must be the wisp of Hongmeng purple qi that had just been swallowed into their bodies.

Ruthlessly signaled to Jianlai, and even put his palm on Wang Feng's back, transporting the blood yuan power he had cultivated himself into Wang Feng's body for inspection.

Wang Feng naturally sensed the ruthless movement at the first time, and his eyes lit up, only to realize that he didn't only have spiritual power, but also yuan power.

After sensing the ruthless blood element power, Hongmeng Purple Qi was even more like a playful child seeing a new toy, and immediately gave up the spiritual power of the chase and chased after the blood element force.

Wang Feng took advantage of this gap to gather his spiritual power in the Qi Sea Dantian again.

At the same time, he guided the essence yuan power and the ruthlessly injected blood yuan power from his own sea of consciousness to merge into one and fight against the Hongmeng qi.

Jing Yuan Force, this time finally did not have the same turbulence as the previous spiritual power, and there was a fear of emotion.

Still following Wang Feng's will, he confronted the Hongmeng purple qi, and wanted to pull it out of his body, but the blood yuan power from the sword was even more adaptable.

You pull me and pull the two, but you can't make the Hongmeng purple qi move a bit, like a mayfly shaking a tree.

Although the ending was not satisfactory to Wang Feng, he also got a chance to breathe.

With difficulty, he raised his right hand in cross-knee meditation, and with a slight wave, the third floor of the refining hall disappeared from the rest of the people, only the sword came and ruthless was on his side.

He pretended to be unable to force himself this time and was slapped in the face, how could he let a few people see the joke, and was directly moved to the first floor of the refining hall by Wang Feng's will, and set up a spatial barrier to step into the upper floor.

Among the few people is Zhao Yanbo, the youngest, who has also been in the cultivation realm for more than ten years, and at this time, anyone can see Wang Feng's cultivation, and he is afraid that something has gone wrong.

They looked at each other, and silence was better than sound.

Huo Yanren was old and refined, and he didn't care about these details in his heart, the only thing he cared about was the delicious food on the case, licked his lips, and said secretly: "It's a pity."

However, his eyes were quickly attracted by the large refining furnace placed in the middle of the first floor, and he didn't know what to do when he went over alone.