The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

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"That's the little human race, living in the dark dimension, specifically for us to clean up the feathers of the Space Saint Peng clan."

Yukong pointed at them and said with a smile.

"Little...little people?"

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth twitched.

Do you care that the giants one hundred meters tall are the villains?

What am I?

Super villain?

Ye Feng kept complaining in his heart.

Boom boom boom!

When the tall little human race entered the holy island, they immediately climbed up a giant tree to help a space holy peng standing there to comb its feathers.

Their movements are very skillful.

There are some dead feathers on each Space Saint Peng's body, still growing tenaciously on it.

If you don't get rid of it, it will be very uncomfortable.

The strong of the small human race first took out a special liquid medicine, sprayed it on the roots of the dead feathers to make them loose, and then quickly pulled them out and filled them with a kind of mud.

"That's white sand mud!"

Yukong pointed to the mud in the hands of the villain.

This object is in the shape of mud and sand, and the surface is flashing with aura, exuding vigorous vitality.

"That's a specialty of the space jellyfish location."

Yukong added, "Before the space jellyfish dies, it will come to the island where the little human race is located, die on the beach, and gradually decompose into white sand mud, which is the best medicinal material for healing injuries."

"There is this magical material?!"

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, which was considered a gain in knowledge.

On the tree not far away.

As the white sand mud was applied to the wound, Space Saint Peng immediately grew new feathers, and the speed was very fast.

After a while.

The feather is restored to its original shape.

It looks glamorous, no different from normal feathers, exuding a touch of space.

This group of villains followed suit.

They plucked all the dead and necrotic feathers from the Space Saint Peng, and treated them with white sand mud.

After half an hour.

The work of combing the feathers is complete.

A few hundred feathers on the body of a Space Saint Peng had fallen off, which was not a lot.

"Well, the lint rate is not high, it's good."

Space Shengpeng ancestor Yukong said with a smile.

on the ground.

Hundreds of feathers were dropped, each of which was originally as big as a tree, but when it fell on the ground, it shrank to the size of a palm, which was amazing.

"This is our talent for space shrinking."

Yukong explained.

On the seat.

Ye Feng and Gu Lingxianzun looked at each other.

They realized one thing.

No matter what he thinks, it seems that he can be overheard by Space Shengpeng ancestor Yukong.

"You two don't be surprised!"

Yukong's voice sounded again, "I can't eavesdrop on your heart, but I have lived too long. I can probably guess what you think."

After hearing this, Ye Feng raised his eyebrows.

Ancient Ling Xianzun said: "There are indeed such strong people. After their strength reaches a certain stage, and after they can't improve, they will take the path of understanding nature, and their xinxing will gradually become like a demon."

It is not that the older the practitioner, the higher the mentality.

for example:

A cultivator has lived for one hundred thousand years, but during these one hundred thousand years he spent all of his cultivation, and he has grown to the Most Holy Realm, with a very high level of cultivation and strong strength.

but!

One hundred thousand years of hard cultivation is like a day, and his Dao heart is firm, but he may not be very strong in terms of human affection and sophistication.

But after a person cultivates to the Void-Breaking Realm, the cultivation stops, and has been fighting in the family or sect, fighting people, fighting monsters and beasts, and his strategy will definitely continue to improve.

Thousands of years later.

This person's calculations might make the Holy Realm ashamed.

However, such people are still very few.

Practitioners all understand one truth.

Ten will be reduced in one effort!

An even more tactical Shattering Void Realm, when facing a Most Holy Realm, it is still an ant.

One thought in the Holy Land can obliterate it.

Because of this, high-level practitioners are even more unwilling to be loyal to tactics, but prefer to go straight.

Of course, this is only the majority.

There are also some top powerhouses who like to conspiracy and treat everyone in the world as pawns and dominate their lives.

"My strength has been stuck on the tenth level of the Hidden Realm for a long time, and the power of space has stalled. It's difficult!"

Yukong whispered.

"We call the Hidden Realm the Hundred Tribulations Realm."

Ye Feng spoke.

"Hundred Tribulations Realm?"

Yukong raised his eyebrows, "Through the calamity every time you level up, and when the law is perfect, it is indeed a hundred calamities. The name of the Hundred Tribulations Realm is intuitive and clear."

"Yes, that's how we call it over there."

Ye Feng nodded.

"Little friend, it seems that there is a Hundred Tribulations Realm by your side, and the opponent's strength is far superior to me, otherwise, you will not be surprised when you see me."

Yukong said deeply.

Ye Feng smiled without saying a word.

"I almost forgot to introduce it officially. I am the ancestor of the Space Shengpeng clan, Yukong, don't know what the names of the two are?" Yukong looked at Ye Feng and Gu Lingxianzun.

"Mysterious Sect Master, Ye Feng!"

"Elder of the Misty Sect, Gu Lingxianzun."

The two introduced themselves successively.

"It turned out to be little friend Ye Feng and little friend Gu Ling."

Yukong laughed, stretched out his golden wings, raised his head and looked into the depths of the dark dimension, his eyes shining brightly, reflecting the sky.

Under the tree not far away.

The hundreds of feathers scattered on the ground were sucked by Yukong's mouth. The bloodshot eyes gradually spread out and gathered in midair to become a fist-sized blood ball.

"This is a reward for you."

Yukong let out a breath, blowing the blood ball in front of the little human races, was caught by the leader wearing the space saintpeng feather coat, and hurriedly bowed.

"Continue to comb the feathers!"

Yukong ordered.

"okay!"

The leader of the little human race quickly beckoned, arranging more and more little human races to climb the giant tree, and comb the feathers of the space holy peng standing on it.

One day passed like this.

Hundreds of Space Saint Peng's feathers were sorted out by this group of little human races, who also got hundreds of fist-sized blood cells, as well as feathers scattered on the ground.

Soon, the little human race left.

"Every ten years, we have to comb our feathers, so as to ensure that our state is always at its peak ~ www.readwn.com ~ Yukong explained again.

Ye Feng and Gu Ling Xianzun nodded, and finally understood the purpose of combing their feathers.

"Are there many races in the dark dimension?" Ye Feng pointed to the direction where the little human race went away, quite curious.

"Not much, and far apart."

Yukong shook his head, "It will take several days for the small human race to reach the holy island of our Space Saint Peng, and other races are even more distant."

"Is there a power called the First Shenzong?"

Ye Feng shifted the topic to focus.

"The First Divine Sect? That power is not easy to provoke. Their Sect Master has reached the first level of the Hundred Tribulations Realm. Although he can't beat me, this person has a very terrifying master...it seems to be called the ancient emperor."

Yukong thought for a moment before speaking.

Gu Huang? !

Ye Feng's eyes almost stared out.

That is the master of Shangguan Oracle!

Could it be said that the master of the First Shenzong and the Shangguan Oracle are brothers?

When he read the information of Shangguan Oracle last time, Ye Feng knew that the other party was the ninth disciple of the ancient emperor, so the sovereign of the first Shenzong must be the top disciple.

"How strong is the ancient emperor?"

Ye Feng asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know, I've seen an incarnation of this person's consciousness from afar, and felt my scalp numb, and I quickly slipped away."

Yukong's expression was a bit solemn.

Hearing this, Ye Feng's mouth twitched.

A single incarnation of Taoism can make the scalp numb at the tenth level of the Hundred Tribulation Realm, and the body of the ancient emperor is also the 20th level of the Hundred Tribulation Realm. No wonder the Shangguan Oracle dared to be so arrogant.

"Do you have hatred with the ancient emperor?"

Yukong asked suddenly.

"Um... I have hatred with his ninth disciple Shangguan Oracle. As for the ancient emperor, I haven't seen it personally."

Ye Feng shook his head.