There were more than two thousand divine kingdoms, and there were streaks of golden flames in Tang Feng's body. Although the divine fire furnace was only a shadow and had not materialized, it already had terrifying devouring power.
The waterfall flows long, and the original spiritual energy is pulled by the devouring power. Only a small part flows to other places, and the rest of the spiritual energy is absorbed by him.
Under such terrifying devouring, the rolling spiritual energy was refined, and the three thousand divine kingdoms were continuously opened and illuminated one after another.
In just half a quarter of an hour, more than 20 divine fires had been lit up. Not only had the three thousand divine fires been condensed, their number had also increased, and the corresponding shadow of the divine fire furnace above their heads had also been strengthened.
This creates a virtuous cycle. As he continues to absorb and refine, the Divine Fire Furnace becomes more powerful, and the devouring power it can exert becomes stronger.
After one stick of incense, he had lit up forty divine kingdoms. He had not felt this terrifying growth rate for a long time. During the period from the ancestral land to the big world, the skills of these three thousand divine kingdoms had not
No substantial progress has been made.
In just two sticks of incense in Turtle Pond, he achieved results that he had not achieved in three months. Part of the source of the long waterfall was absorbed by other channels.
However, as the Divine Fire Furnace continued to strengthen and its devouring power gradually increased, an interesting situation soon emerged. The source spiritual energy that could be divided by other channels continued to decrease.
If at the beginning, one-tenth of the original energy was seized by other channels, but soon not even one-tenth was gone, and it even became pitiful later on.
"Damn...what the hell is going on? Why are there fewer and fewer people? Can anyone tell me what on earth is going on?" Leng Aoran became confused again.
Originally, he could still absorb one-tenth of the original waterfall, but soon he found that the pure spiritual energy he could absorb was getting less and less.
You must know that this time he not only asked for a great magic weapon, but even used his own five elements origin and paid a huge price to be able to absorb only a small part.
But now, he can't absorb even one-tenth of the original energy. How can this not make this little genius of Guixifeng, who has always been very self-respecting, cold and arrogant, angry and crazy.
However, no matter how crazy he was in his heart and how much he cursed in his heart, the reality was still quite cruel. In the end, he could not even seize one percent of the original waterfall high in the sky ahead.
Until finally, the original waterfall was completely gone, and every drop was flowing crazily in the other direction. He had to stop, and stood there blankly, staring at the original waterfall, helpless.
"Damn it, who is that bastard? If the big guys from the sect used this waterfall, that's all. If not, let me find out. It was the other four bastards who took it. I have to, I have to pull him out.
The skin is not good!"
Leng Aoran's body was trembling, and he clenched his fists tightly. He was so angry that his nails dug into his palms, and drops of blood flowed out through his fingers, and he was completely unaware of it.
Of course, although he roared and roared just now, he also knew that he would never be able to find out what happened in Turtle Pond.
One of the reasons is that this is a small cave, which is isolated from the outside world. Even the sect's boss-level figures cannot detect it using their supreme magical powers.
The only person who can know what happened in the small cave in Guichi is the sect leader. This does not mean that he has powerful magical powers, but that he controls this small cave.
In other words, he is the master of the small cave. Everything that happens inside, even as small as the movement of a drop of water, can be clearly understood by him as long as he has the reason.
However, it is precisely for this reason that it is even more impossible for him to find out. The sect has regulations and the sect leader will not disclose anything that happens in Xiaodongtian to the outside world.
Therefore, the five people who enter every year will be isolated from each other. The purpose is to keep some secrets for these five people. After all, the same sect practices different techniques and possesses different treasures.
Same, don't want others to know.
Of course, the five people who entered this time must be Leng Aoran, who is at the highest level. Now that even he has nothing to do, it is even more impossible for the other three people to snatch the spiritual energy waterfall.
So in the end, these four people were all stunned, although they were still reluctant to take back their respective magic weapons and let them float in the air, hoping that a miracle would happen.
But it is a pity that the miracle did not appear. From the beginning to the end, the original waterfall and the damn spiritual energy were still poured in an unknown direction.
As the initiator of all this, Tang Feng was of course unaware of it. At this moment, he was still absorbing it like crazy. In just four hours, he had already madly devoured immeasurable spiritual energy.
At this time, his three thousand divine kingdoms had been lit up by more than 80, reaching 2,300. The divine fire furnace suspended above his head had faint golden lights and signs of solidification.
After another two hours of frantic absorption, the speed of lighting up the Kingdom of God slowed down. Tang Feng knew that he must have encountered a bottleneck. It seemed that he could no longer continue to practice the three thousand Divine Kingdom skills crazily.
The source of spiritual energy ahead is still flowing down continuously, and of course he will not stop practicing. After all, he will not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Almost instantly, he stopped running the three thousand divine arts and turned to practice the golden elixir in his body. Then, streams of the original energy refined in the furnace were poured into his Dantian.
Due to the transformation of the Three Thousand Divine Kingdom Arts, his Dantian is now as vast and vast as the ocean, and the refined source energy pours in through his broad veins like thousands of streams returning to the sea.
For a moment, his vast Dantian was turbulent, and the majestic golden spiritual energy was roaring. Faintly, there seemed to be sounds of dragons and tigers leaping out of his body.
And Tang Feng's aura is also growing and soaring at a geometric speed!
Originally he was only at the sixth level of the Golden Core, but he quickly reached the peak of the sixth level, and then without any pause, he rushed to the seventh level of the Golden Core.
This is far from showing signs of stopping. After entering the seventh level of the Golden Core, with the continuous influx of energy, the aura is still rising wildly. It directly reaches the peak of the seventh level of the Golden Core. Then it breaks through easily and jumps into the realm.
The eighth level of golden elixir.
But this spiritual energy waterfall is really raging, and it shows no sign of stopping yet. Of course, as long as the movement of the earth's crust does not stop, this spiritual energy waterfall will not be interrupted.
Soon he reached the peak of the eighth level of the golden elixir. Although his speed slowed down a bit at this time, it was still gradually increasing. After about half a quarter of an hour, he broke through to the ninth level of the golden elixir.
After a stick of incense, he finally reached the ninth level peak, and now Tang Feng also reached the threshold!