The giant sky survey ship cruises thousands of meters high in the sky, surrounded by endless white clouds.
Standing on the deck, Chen Feng stared at the white clouds outside the shield that had been smashed by the sky patrol ship. He subconsciously rubbed the black gilt ring on his index finger, his eyes a little dazed.
The last time I took a large survey ship, I was going from Daxia Kingdom's Huntian Taoist Academy to Huntian Sect.
This time, he was boarding the sky survey ship, but as the quasi-eldest son of the Huntian Sect, he was going to the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm to compete with the geniuses of Donghuang and the peerless geniuses.
The time is only one year.
Such a change really makes people lament the impermanence of the world and makes them feel unreal.
It's like a big dream. When you wake up, everything returns to its original state.
For a moment, there seemed to be an indescribable panic growing in my heart.
"Disciple, you are obsessed..."
"Remember!"
"As we cultivate Taoism and practice swordsmanship, we must have an unswerving determination, uphold a brave and diligent heart, hold on to the power of perseverance, and not fall into confusion or confusion..."
A sharp voice came into my ears.
Chen Feng's head was shocked, as if he was enlightened. He quickly came back to his senses, and the trance in his eyes turned into sharp points, piercing and cutting everything.
"Thank you, Master, for your guidance." Chen Feng responded immediately.
I can only feel the charm appearing frequently in my mind, extremely clear and extremely condensed.
Immediately, Chen Feng felt a cold gaze that seemed to pierce his back. When he turned around, he saw a pair of stern and cold eyes.
Ye Yunqi!
"A general is defeated by the sword."
Chen Feng suddenly smiled and softly uttered four words.
Ye Yunqi's complexion suddenly changed, as black as the bottom of a pot, and so gloomy that it seemed like a heavy rain could fall.
"Junior brother Chen, don't be too arrogant." A figure appeared next to Ye Yunqi, staring at Chen Feng and saying in a cold voice.
"Who are you?" Chen Feng asked.
"Zhao Guangji, the true biography of Tiancang Peak." The young man with long hair and shawl has his hands on his back, his appearance is majestic, his eyes are shining frequently, and he seems to contain astonishing power.
Chen Feng remembered.
Zhao Guangji is the true successor of the previous Tiancang Peak. He possesses king-level supernatural powers, but his cultivation has not reached the Twelve Transformations of Body Forging.
Regardless of the fact that Yuan Hualong is a disciple of the previous generation, if his cultivation has reached the Twelve Transformations of Body Forging, he would think that the Twelve Transformations of Body Forging is not difficult.
In fact it's the opposite.
Since the Nine Transformations of the Body Training Realm, there has been a huge difference between one change and another. Its difficulty in improving and breaking through will never be inferior to, or even better than, breaking through to the Aperture Training Realm.
It is almost impossible to break through to the twelve transformations of body forging due to the spiritual level of miraculous powers.
King-level magic is possible, but it also requires a lot of time and resources.
It is more likely that a saint-level miraculous breakthrough will lead to the twelve transformations of body forging.
Yuan Hua Long is a top holy level god, and coupled with the efforts of the Canglong Palace to cultivate him, it would be useless if he could not break through to the twelve transformations of the body forging.
Zhao Guangji is only a king-level miraculous, and the resources he obtains cannot be compared with Yuan Hualong. It is reasonable that he has not broken through to the twelve transformations of body forging.
And he has not broken through to the Qianqiao Realm for a long time, just for the sake of the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm.
It is a great opportunity that opens once every hundred years. It would be a great pity if you miss it.
But if you seize the opportunity, the possibility of breaking through to the twelve transformations of body forging will undoubtedly increase ten times or even more.
Maybe, there is still a slight hope to hit the unreachable supreme body forging state.
That's a limit that even holy-level gods can't touch.
Although he did not break through to the twelfth transformation of the body forging, Zhao Guangji's strength was at the level of the eleventh transformation of the body forging, and he was very clever, and he had his own arrogance.
"Junior Brother Zhao, you have gone too far." Chen Feng's thoughts flashed through his mind and he said quickly and quickly.
"You..." Zhao Guangji's eyes narrowed, and his brows furrowed with a flash of displeasure.
"I am the quasi-eldest son." Chen Feng said again.
Zhao Guangji's face couldn't help but darken.
He had forgotten this.
It's not that I forgot on purpose, I just didn't think of it for a while.
"Huh!" Zhao Guangji snorted coldly and turned to leave.
"Junior brother Zhao, do you still want me to call you senior brother?" Chen Feng did not let him go at all: "I dare to call you, do you dare to answer?"
"Senior Brother Chen." Zhao Guangji gritted his teeth and said with great reluctance, and then left with anger.
Ye Yunqi also glanced at Chen Feng coldly and left as well.
"Ye Yunqi, the hidden place of Qianlong is your burial place." Chen Feng said with a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Zhao Guangji, I hope you are not that stupid."
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Seven days later.
The giant sky survey ship gradually slowed down and landed from an altitude of several thousand meters.
Looking down, you can vaguely see a huge valley.
The so-called Qianlong Secret Realm is located in that valley, called Qianlong Valley.
"Sky survey ship..."
"The people from Huntian Sect are here."
At this moment, many people have gathered outside Qianlong Valley, all of whom are warriors from all forces in the Eastern Wasteland.
Some also want to enter Qianlong Valley to try their luck, some are escorts, and some are just here to watch the fun.
Among the crowd, a group of people stared at the landing sky survey ship, their eyes shining brightly.
"Huntian Sect has declined. It won't take many years for our Heavenly Arms Sect to take its place and become one of the top ten in the Eastern Wasteland." A young man with a scar on his forehead and holding a long sword said coldly.
"Yes, this time in the Hidden Dragon Secret Area, it is our opportunity for the Heavenly Arms Sect to truly rise and defeat the Huntian Sect." A young man carrying a sword next to him also laughed.
"I heard that the Huntian Sect has released a mortal body this year that is expected to defy the heavens, so don't take it lightly." The woman in red with a long whip around her waist and a pair of short swords said with a smile.
"It's a joke to defy the heavenly mortal body." The Changge youth sneered: "If I meet him, I will defeat him with one strike."
"To be able to defeat the three quasi-holy sons of Tianyuan Holy Land, this son's strength is extraordinary. If you encounter him, you must not underestimate him." The young swordsman said.
On the other hand, the elders of the Tianbing Sect who escorted them smiled and said nothing, secretly pleased that the Tianbing Sect really had hope to replace the Huntian Sect.
The sky survey ship landed.
Immediately afterwards, figures jumped off the giant ship one after another and fell to the ground one after another.
Not counting the powerful men who were escorted, there were more than one hundred and nearly two hundred disciples of the Huntian Sect who were about to enter the Qianlong Valley.
Subsequently, people from the other ten major forces also arrived one after another.
"The people from the Nangong Imperial Clan are here."
"Those three are the Nangong Sanjiao, they are indeed the dragons among men."
"The other ten are probably the Nangong Ten Heroes. Although they are not as good as the Nangong Three Heroes, they also possess amazing holy-level supernatural powers."
"That's... Nangong Shengzi!"
"Surrounded by the Nangong Ten Elites and the Three Prides, he is definitely the Nangong Holy Son who is rumored to have god-level powers."
As exclamations continued to sound, Chen Feng looked over and saw the dozen or so outstanding people in the Nangong clan's team.
His eyes fell directly on the figure being surrounded.
Wearing a blue robe, his eyes are like stars, deep and mysterious, his aura is misty, and there is a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, which makes people elusive and makes him feel ashamed.
Nangong Shengzi!
"It's definitely the Twelve Transformations of Body Forging." Chen Feng couldn't help but secretly thought.
This is felt by the keen perception of the God of Creation, which is constantly strengthened.
Immediately, another exclamation sounded from other directions.
It's the people from the Zhenwu Holy Land who have arrived.
Compared to the Nangong Imperial Clan, the Zhenwu Holy Land is no less impressive.
Among them, the Zhenwu Holy Son is wearing a dark golden armor, with his hands on his back, and his shoulders are broad and thick, as if he can lift mountains and hold up the sky. His aura is overwhelming and domineering. When his eyes open and close, his eyes seem to be able to oppress everything, making people uncomfortable.
Dare to look into his eyes.
It will be about a few dozen breaths later.
The people from Tianyuan Holy Land arrive.
Chen Feng saw the three quasi-saints who had gone to Huntian Sect to challenge before, but were ultimately defeated by his own sword.
In addition, I also saw young people with extraordinary auras on their bodies, and the auras they exuded reached the level of the eleventh transformation of the body.
They all surround one of them, like stars surrounding the moon.
This person is wearing a white robe with golden patterns on the background. Although his body does not look as majestic as that of the Zhenwu Holy Son, his aura is not inferior at all. He appears to be unparalleled and powerful, as if he can suppress everything.
The way his eyes open and close seems to contain endless power, making people dare not look at them.
Holy Son Tianyuan!
A group of geniuses and peerless geniuses from Tianyuan Holy Land came to stare at the disciples of Huntian Sect, sneered, and some even stretched out their hands to wipe it on their necks.
The eyes of Li Wuji, Zhao Kuang and the girl in blue swept across the crowd and landed on Chen Feng, as if they were about to pierce Chen Feng.
Chen Feng didn't care.
A few months ago, I could defeat them. A few months later, I am much stronger and can defeat them.
Even their strength has improved a lot.
Nangong disciple, Holy Son Zhenwu and Holy Son Tianyuan looked at each other. There seemed to be invisible energy collisions in the void, stirring in all directions, making people feel inexplicably depressed.
That's a kind of oppression.
A kind of suppression that belongs to the innate life level.
The life essence of those with supernatural powers is higher than that of ordinary people, not to mention that they are suspected to be gods.
For a time, three monsters who were suspected to be innate gods collided with each other and became the focus and center of everyone.
So much so that the arrival of other super powers did not cause much commotion.
After all, other super first-rate forces and even first-rate forces did not give birth to monsters such as the eldest son, the holy son, the emperor's son, etc.
However, this confrontation was only temporary. The three monsters withdrew their gazes one after another without saying anything, but a thought arose in their hearts.
That is to suppress others, dominate the leader, and overwhelm the same generation in the secret realm of Qianlong.
"Chen Feng, this time, you will be defeated by my gun." Li Wuji walked over and said to Chen Feng, his arrogant and indifferent expression contained unparalleled confidence.
"I hope you can get your wish." Chen Feng responded unhurriedly.
That posture did not pay too much attention to the other party. This attitude made Li Wuji frown.
"Chen Feng, a hundred years ago when the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm was opened, two hundred people from your Huntian Sect entered, and less than twenty came out. This time, the whole army might be wiped out, and you will not be an exception." Li Wuji said coldly again.
Chen Feng's eyes narrowed, and a wisp of murderous intent burst out from his eyes.
The grievances between Tianyuan Holy Land and Huntian Sect have been going on for a long time, and it seems that they can be traced back to the time of the Patriarch.
Therefore, Tianyuan Holy Land will always target the Huntian Sect. The Huntian Sect has declined so quickly. In addition to its own reasons, it is also inseparable from Tianyuan Holy Land's repeated suppressions.
Li Wuji's words caused many eyes from around him to stare at Chen Feng.
"Is he Chen Feng?"
"The breath is ordinary, and it really doesn't have any innate magic."
"Is it really a mortal body?"
"So what if it is really a mortal body that defies heaven? There has only been one case in thousands of years. This world is, after all, a magical world."
"good."
"This time, there are more than a hundred people from the Huntian Sect. I don't know how many people can leave the Qianlong Secret Realm alive."
"The people of Tianyuan Holy Land will once again cut off the Huntian Sect's retreat as they did last time."
A lot of discussion was heard, and more eyes were stared at, but the three monsters only glanced at it lightly, without paying any attention to it.
Chen Feng didn't care either.
All contempt and doubts will be shattered after the Qianlong Secret Realm.