Mystical Supreme Martial Soul

Although the formation is disturbed, some of them show their power

Fortunately, the power is not strong, and it was directly shattered by the invisible force field around Long Xuan.

"You can attack the real dragon, defend the Xuanwu, and one day, you will achieve this step."

Chu Feng patted Long Xuan's tortoise shell and said with a smile.

With the Wushu Great Emperor Wuhun's shot, they did not encounter any danger and rushed to the side of the pool.

In front of the pool, there is a stone tablet.

Hualong Pond

The handwriting on the stone tablet is extremely scribbled, but there is an amazing intertwining of morality. A stone tablet has a kind of power to suppress everything because of these three characters.

Rumble

As soon as Chu Feng and Long Xuan approached, the blood of the real dragon in the Dragon Transformation Pond exuded a terrifying dragon might, and the dragon's blood turned into a small dragon.

Those little dragons were golden all over, with dragon scales overlapping and exuding an indestructible aura.

They have sturdy heads and horns, and they seem to have intelligence, staring at Chu Feng and Long Xuan.

That is the blood of the real dragon, which contains the pure power of the real dragon.

If it is refining, it will greatly improve the cultivator's body.

However, for Chu Feng, it is not necessary. His body is pure and flawless, even stronger than a true dragon of the same rank.

"Hoo Hoo Hoo"

Long Xuan looked back at Chu Feng, and let out a low roar, his voice was extremely serious, signaling Chu Feng to stay away.

"I know that in the Hualong Pond, someone has placed a ban. Since you are confident, then leave it to yourself."

Chu Feng smiled lightly.

"Hoo Hoo Hoo"

Long Xuan roared, indicating that Chu Feng could do it by himself.

Don't look at Long Xuan playing cute to Chu Feng every day, he is also a powerful faction

"Well, I'll be back to pick you up later"

Chu Feng left.

He left this place to Long Xuan and let it go to the test by himself.

Chu Feng went deep into the ban, and after penetrating many obstacles, he finally saw a golden temple

"Holy Palace"

In the sky above the golden palace, the golden plaques are intertwined with Dao lines, giving people a feeling of heart palpitations.

“So familiar”

Chu Feng raised his eyebrows, "By the way, this handwriting is very similar to the handwriting on the Demon Suppression Monument."

Chu Feng finally determined that whether it was the Suppressing Demon Monument or the Temple of God, it must be the work of the same person.

"Qinghan once said that the inheritance of Daotian Pavilion came from the world of Xiaoqiankun. Could it be related to this person?"

Chu Feng had some guesses in his heart.

"Anyway, let's go in and see"

Chu Feng no longer hesitated, stepped out, and approached the palace. Between the shaking of his arms, the golden door was slowly pushed open by him.

At this time, thousands of miles away, Mo Zilin and Yan Bairen were standing on a lonely peak.

Both of them are blessed with magical powers, and they can be thousands of miles away.

As for the direction they are concerned about, it is the Fengshen Temple.

"He must have broken in"

Mo Zilin said.

Her face was still a little pale, her qi and blood were empty, and her injuries were obviously not healed.

"It is rumored that the master of the real world back then turned into a spiritual body after his fall, and divided his inheritance into three parts. They were sealed in the small universe, and after they were sealed in three forbidden places, they mysteriously disappeared."

"The first inheritance was taken away by the Daotian Pavilion in the barren land of Nanzhou, and it became a hegemon. And five thousand years ago, the second inheritance was acquired by my Desolate God Sect."

"Now this third inheritance must fall into our hands. There is a saying that the descendants of the princes and generals have a kind of kindness for us, and we cannot create an immortal sect."

Yan Bairen said with a chill in his eyes.

"you think"

"We don't have a choice, send a letter to the man and tell him that we agree to his terms"

Yan Bairen said with a bit of decisiveness in his tone.

s The wound is growing, it hurts and itches every day, so the efficiency is extremely low, although it comes out late. .

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