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Chapter 689 Set sail (2)

Thunder Wings flashed into the air, and there was a vague outline in Zhao Feng's mind.

Currently, he has only cultivated the "Thunder Wings and Wind Flash" in its basic chapter.

Thunder Wings and Wind Flash are already the representative thunder wing flying skills of Wind and Thunder Wings, and are deeply rooted in the essence of speed in the Wind and Thunder Wings heritage.

With "Thunder Wings and Wind Flash", Zhao Feng is confident that his flying speed can be slightly better than that of many virtual god realm kings.

Time passes quickly.

In the last two days, Zhao Feng comprehended the "Wings of Wind and Thunder", and at the same time, he was also spending time on the power of the Death Eye.

Two days later.

Zhao Feng took a long breath, put away the little thieving cat and the demigod child, and came to the palace of Emperor Duanmu.

The demigod child has made amazing progress, and his cultivation has reached the late stage of the Great Alchemy Realm.

This is because Zhao Feng has certain restrictions on his resources such as dreamland flesh and blood.

The palace of the great emperor.

"Okay, everyone is here."

Duanmu Qing nodded slightly.

Beside him stood Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei.

The three of them had taken care of all the trivial matters and were just waiting to use the cross-spiritual realm formation.

"Set off"

With a thought from Emperor Duanmu, a great power of the Emperor enveloped Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei.

Swish

In the next moment, the three of them disappeared from the main spirit peak at the same time.

"What a fast pace."

Zhao Feng was moved and surprised, Duanmuqing led the two of them and left the Xuanzhen Holy Sect's territory in one step.

In his senses, Zhao Feng had the illusion of spatial displacement.

The Great Emperor of Xushen, at the soul level, has reached the state of great perfection.

Their perception of heaven and earth and their understanding of space far exceed that of ordinary kings.

After a breath or two.

Duanmu Qing and the other two fell onto the Eternal Sacred Peak.

The Eternal Holy Peak is considered a neutral place in Zhenwu Holy Land, and many inheritances are left here.

When Zhao Feng arrived, there was a two-star sect with hundreds of disciples living here.

"They are..."

Zhao Feng was a little surprised.

Duanmu Qing glanced at it lightly and explained: "Some two-star sects, the former great masters, left a legacy on the Eternal Sacred Peak before their death. This has become the legacy of the sect's descendants."

Zhao Feng suddenly realized.

He had vaguely heard of these deeds when he first entered the Holy Land.

"Of course, these inheritances are far from top secret realms such as the Demigod Heritage Garden."

Duanmu Qingdao.

Like the Demigod Heritage Garden, there are no more than three secret realms or inheritances of this level in the entire Holy Land.

Ignore this two-star sect.

Emperor Duanmu led the way to a formation platform where eight ancient bluestone pillars were located.

The eight ancient bluestone pillars are each a hundred feet high, with obscure and simple formation textures carved on their surfaces.

The textures of those formations presented a sense of spatial and three-dimensional overlapping. Zhao Feng felt lost and confused when looking through it with his spiritual eyes.

Obviously.

These stone pillars involve profound mysteries of space.

"Emperor Duanmu."

A voice came from the stone pillar formation.

Zhao Feng looked sideways and was slightly surprised. On the top of each stone pillar, there was a King of the Virtual God Realm sitting on it.

also.

In the center of the formation platform, there is an old man with a vicissitudes of life sitting cross-legged, he is the Great Emperor of False God.

One great emperor and eight kings are in charge of the cross-spiritual realm formation.

"Sorry to trouble you all."

Duanmu Qing said with a smile, his voice as gentle as the wind.

The vicissitudes of the old man's great emperor nodded and flashed out.

then.

Duanmu Qing took out thirty-two top-quality Yuan Jing stones and embedded them into eight stone pillars.

"The cross-spiritual realm formation is to prevent the invasion of powerful people from outside the realm. Furthermore, at the core of the spiritual realm formation, there is a piece of golden crystal."

Duanmu Qing answered some secrets for the two of them.

In the land of Canghai, there are three major spiritual realm holy places, namely Zhenwu, Fumeng, and Wansen.

The three spiritual realm holy places, the cross-spiritual realm formation, are connected to each other.

In the general direction, Zhao Feng, Duanmu Qing and Zhao Yufei pass through.

"After the 'Floating Dream Realm,' we will part ways."

Duanmu Qing and the other three stood at the center of the formation platform.

Buzz

On the eight ancient bluestone pillars, a magnificent and brilliant silver virtual light erupted, covering the entire base of the formation.

The figures of Duanmuqing, Zhao Feng, and Zhao Yufei became transparent and faded, disappearing without a trace.

"Gone"

On one of the stone pillars, a dark side king suddenly appeared in his hand, sending out a message.

Just the next moment.

A shocking "death will" penetrated the Zhenwu Holy Land, and the huge power of death made some kings and emperors feel uneasy.

"What a strong breath of death"

Some kings in the virtual god realm have cold and uneasy hearts and souls.

After a few breaths.

High in the sky of the Eternal Sacred Peak, there is a stalwart figure wearing a dark gold crown, as tall as the shadow of death, gray, ancient, and profound.

His dark eyes were as dark and boundless as the abyss of death.

"The Emperor of Death"

In the Holy Land, some ancient emperors trembled in their hearts and blurted out.

"When did this Emperor of Death come to Zhenwu Holy Land?"

"He hides so deeply"

There was a turbulent wave in the holy land.

The Death Emperor is a great emperor from the land of Canghai who is as ancient as a nightmare.

"Master."

The sunny young man Wen Luoan stood bowed beside the Death Emperor.

In addition, the white-eyed girl, three undead kings, and twenty or thirty death guards were all in the queue.

Such a lineup is enough to sweep through some two-star sects outside the Holy Land.

"After lurking in the Qianyou Holy Sect for a month or two, Emperor Duanmu went to the Floating Dream Spirit Realm as expected."

Emperor Death whispered.

His voice has a kind of spaciousness and coldness that penetrates the soul, standing at the top of the world.

In the holy land, when some spiritual thoughts swept over, they all shuddered, and they were afraid to approach because of the trembling and uneasiness in their souls.

This Death Emperor is proficient in the Death Soul Path, and even a trace of spiritual thought may be counterattacked by his death.

Some kings and emperors in the Holy Land have heard the rumors about this Death Emperor.

After a while.

Death Emperor and his party arrived at the cross-spiritual realm formation.

"The Emperor of Death..."

The vicissitudes of life, the old emperor, the eight kings, have the illusion that they are facing the "god of death" and that their lives are no longer under their control.

The eight kings have a suffocating and oppressive feeling in their souls, unable to look directly at the Emperor of Death.

Only the old and vicissitudes of life emperor looked at the emperor of death with fear on his face and said nothing.

"Senior brother, where are we going to see the scenery again this time?"

The girl with white eyes said with a slightly silly smile.

"You'll know soon."

Wen Luoan got thirty-two top-quality yuan crystal stones from the Death Emperor and embedded them in eight stone pillars.

soon.

The huge death auras of the Death Emperor disappeared in the light of the formation.

Endless void sea.

At the other end of the distance, there is a holy center of Zhenwu.

"The Holy Land of Dreams."

Zhao Feng stood on a similar formation platform and looked around.

Right now, in this holy land, there are colorful clouds floating in dreams, and each colorful cloud has a radius of at least a hundred miles.

Every piece of colorful cloud is like substance, with a two-star powerful sect stationed on it.

"There is only one three-star sect in the Holy Land of Floating Dreams, and there are dozens of two-star sects. However, the strength of the 'Tianmeng Holy Sect' is slightly stronger than that of Xuanzhen and Qianyou combined."

Duanmuqing sighed lowly.

Arriving at the Holy Land of Floating Dreams, Duanmu Qing showed a token.

It turns out that he is an honorary elder of a powerful two-star sect in the Holy Land of Dreams.

After arriving at the Holy Land of Floating Dreams, Duanmuqing and Zhao Yufei will continue to use the "cross-region formation" to travel to other spiritual realm holy lands near the mainland.

By then.

Duanmuqing and Zhao Yufei may leave Canghai and reach Nanlinhai on the edge of the continent.

"Brother Zhao Feng, we have parted ways. Perhaps, next time we meet, we will have different identities and different stances. Or, we may be strangers."

Zhao Yufei bit her lip slightly, her pretty face had a hint of stubbornness and determination, and she forced a smile.

at this time.

Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei stood in two different cross-domain formations.

Not waiting for Zhao Feng to speak.

Zhao Yufei has turned her body around, her eyes are red and sparkling.

"We are strangers? Yu Fei..."

Zhao Feng murmured, and his usually calm heart felt a twinge of pain that he had never felt before.

That feeling is similar to some of those deep-rooted love experiences in "Mermaid Tear Crystal".

It seems that he has also fallen into the beautiful or sad love of the mermaid tribe.

Zhao Yufei in the field of vision looked thin, lonely and helpless.

Zhao Feng looked at the familiar figure, a slight struggle lingered in his heart, and he had the urge to rush forward and grab it tightly.

meow

The little thieving cat jumped on Zhao Feng's shoulder, tossed a few coins between its paws, and urged him eagerly.

"Um?"

Zhao Feng's expression changed slightly, and he quickly took out a few top-quality Yuan Jing stones.

Before setting off, Zhao Feng applied for a large amount of resources in the Holy Land and traded a small amount of top-quality Yuan Jingshi.

Meow

The little thieving cat was agile and embedded eight pieces of Yuan Jingshi into the base of the formation.

Buzz

Zhao Feng was shrouded in the gorgeous formation's virtual light.

"Yufei, we will meet again someday."

Zhao Feng's decisive voice penetrated the void soul.

The last scene.

Zhao Yufei's stubborn figure did not look back after all, and her delicate body was trembling slightly.

"Yufei, we are separated for the next reunion. The mainland dynasty is the real world stage. With Zhao Feng's potential, he will come to the mainland sooner or later."

The voice of the Purple Saint's remnant spirit came.

soon.

Duanmuqing and Zhao Yufei also disappeared into the void light of the formation.

After counting the interest.

On the cross-spiritual realm formation, a dazzling array of virtual light flashed.

immediately.

A breath of death surged through the sky and earth.

The strong men guarding the cross-spiritual formation all changed their colors.

A team of people from the Death Emperor appeared in the cross-spiritual realm formation.

On the field.

Dead silence.

"Leaving?"

Emperor Death murmured, his "eyes of death" fixed on a king opposite him.

"ah"

The soul consciousness of that Void God King seemed to be imprisoned, and he did not even have the ability to speak or struggle.

"Where did that purple-haired man go?"

Wen Luoan asked with a gentle look on his face.

"He...he went to the Tianhua Domain."

The Void God King hesitated and looked at the Death Emperor in fear and anxiety.

The majestic nightmare of the Death Emperor shrouded the entire Canghai.

"Follow up."

The Death Emperor and his troops immediately activated the cross-domain formation and disappeared in the brilliant array phantom light.

"The Emperor of Death"

"This terrible guy has actually come to the Holy Land of Floating Dreams. I don't know what kind of bloody storm it will cause."

Several kings have lingering fears.

After a while.

Death Emperor Haohao's team appeared in the Tianhua Xuhai Spiritual Palace.

Swish

The overwhelming aura of death penetrated the entire Xuhailing Palace.

In an instant.

The huge Xuhai Spiritual Palace seemed to be shrouded in the shadow of death. All the strong men froze physically and mentally, as if they were stone.

"What a big move. Master used the power of death to directly seal the entire Xuhai Spiritual Palace."


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