Feng Hao hadn't figured out the specific reason yet. He only felt the moment his palm touched the light screen, and there was a cheerful and lively aura. He wished he could quickly enter the light screen.
So Feng Hao was forced to enter the light curtain. Strangely, it was a transparent light curtain that looked very weak, but it took him more than ten steps to completely pass through the light curtain.
At least it can be proven that this light curtain is very thick, so thick that it is almost impossible to get in with brute force.
Sun Wukong, a generation of demon kings, has no idea. At this moment, he is carrying a golden hoop as thick as a bucket and smashing it crazily at the light curtain, making a loud bang...
Although Sun Wukong's strength has been greatly reduced since he came to the earth, after eating the Demon Saint Fruit, his cultivation has already reached an extremely high level. Not to mention destroying the world, it is not difficult to destroy a city with one stick, but
There seems to be a problem right now...
"Feng Hao, think of a way to let me in, it's a great opportunity, a great opportunity..."
Sun Wukong was scurrying around outside the light screen, and the golden cudgel stirred up the spiritual energy of the world, but he still couldn't do anything about the light screen.
He wants to go in so much. Even the light curtain that he fights against the Holy King can block. How powerful must the treasure inside be?
Afterwards, the Qi Practitioners who came madly from behind saw Sun Wukong's invincible scene that shook the world. They were so frightened that they quickly stopped, opened their mouths, and froze in place.
"..."
"You read that right? What is going on?"
"I want to go home, you guys play..."
"The fighting power is fascinating. This man's cultivation is beyond the heavens. Could it be that he is a powerful man from the capital of Xianyang?"
Countless qi refiners were watching from afar, not daring to get too close. The timid qi refiners were even more frightened and gave up, watching from a very far away place.
Gusu Ziheng and others who came later looked at Sun Wukong showing off his power, and at the same time they were moved and felt lucky for what happened in the restaurant.
Fortunately, they did not have an enemy with Sun Wukong, but they were also confused as to why... Sun Wukong would choose them.
I originally thought that Sun Wukong's performance in the restaurant was already powerful enough, but I didn't expect... the real power lies behind.
"Young Sect Master, have our Sect Masters saved him before?"
A disciple of the Sword Sect looked at Gusu Ziheng, suspecting that the Sword Sect had a deep connection with Sun Wukong.
Otherwise, why would you temper the young sect master's natal flying sword alone? It would be like an illegitimate child.
Gusu Ziheng glared at the man.
If his father had really saved Sun Wukong, he would be really lucky. But the problem is that even if his father wanted to save someone as strong as Sun Wukong, he might not be qualified.
If people are not in the same realm, how can they interact with each other?
Suddenly, a dazzling red light burst out from the light curtain, once again affecting the Qi Refiner outside the light curtain.
"My grandson can't stand it anymore!"
Sun Wukong was almost on the verge of going berserk. The golden cudgel was about to shake the mountains, but the light curtain showed no signs of breaking except for ripples.
Feng Hao shook his head as Sun Wukong stood outside the light curtain. He had thought about breaking through the light curtain, but there was no way.
This layer of power originates from the land of mist, which is equivalent to the power of a world.
As for the reason why he was able to come in, Feng Hao guessed that it had something to do with the spirit of the Suzaku in his body. After all, Gusu Ziheng said that the one who fell from the sky might be the Suzaku, the fire spirit.
Apart from that, he couldn't think of the reason for his unobstructed flow.
The fluctuations deep in the mountains were getting stronger and stronger, and Feng Hao also felt a will, which seemed to be calling him over.
So he did not stay any longer, but turned around and entered the depths of the mountains, leaving everything outside to Sun Wukong.
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At this moment, Sun Wukong gave up. He could see that this was completely Feng Hao's exclusive opportunity and had nothing to do with him.
"My grandson is not convinced..."
Sun Wukong looked aggrieved, then turned around and looked at the group of Qi Practitioners behind him with fierce eyes.
Well!
Everyone looked at Sun Wukong in astonishment, feeling that something was wrong with Sun Wukong's eyes, which made people shiver down their spines.
"What are you looking at?" Sun Wukong shouted.
The corners of the Qi Refiners' mouths twitched slightly.
"Look at the scenery, I heard the scenery here is pretty good..."
"Yes, yes, we all came here for a casual stroll. Hey, it's really strange. What is this light curtain? It looks very dangerous..."
All the Qigong practitioners quickly apologized, looking at Sun Wukong's stick, their whole bodies couldn't help shaking.
"Go away, this is not something you can get your hands on."
Sun Wukong has driven people away. Since he can't get a share of the pie, neither can these shrimp soldiers and crab generals.
The Qi Refiners were definitely not willing to give in, but... forced by Sun Wukong's powerful power, they had to give in.
Since Sun Wukong can't get in anyway, they probably have no hope, but the light curtain will eventually disappear, so it doesn't matter if you retreat temporarily.
As a result, the Qi Refiners cursed and retreated for several miles, divided into camps and rested cross-legged, while always paying attention to the changes inside and outside the light curtain.
"Why am I not so lucky?"
Sun Wukong sat on the grass outside the light curtain and was worried. The golden cudgel was shrunk into a toothpick by him, and he was picking his teeth out of boredom.
At the same time, Feng Hao in the light curtain followed the call and entered the deepest part of the mountains. The naked eye could already see the flickering fire rising and falling, with a rhythm just like human breathing.
"Have we finally waited for you? The Lord of the Great Thousand..."
A voice seemed to come from eternity, full of vicissitudes and heaviness of history.
"Um?"
Feng Hao frowned and looked at the source of the sound. His mind swept over, but it seemed to be blocked by an unknown force.
Feng Hao looked calm, but in fact, there was a huge wave of panic in his heart. This existence in the land of mist actually knew his identity as the Lord of the Great Thousand.
What is the origin of this thing?
"I know you are confused, but... except for the Lord of the World, no one can enter this realm within the realm. The Cloud Emperor, the Lord of all heavens and realms, has not yet come to the earth. There is no one else except the Lord of the Thousand."
The voice sounded again.
"Who are you? Why do you know this?" Feng Hao asked.
The owner of that voice knew his identity, and his origin must be extraordinary. It was obviously not just the Fire Spirit.
As Feng Hao's words fell, a fireball like a scorching sun suddenly flew out of the mountains and hung in the air. There was a vaguely visible creature that looked like a Suzaku inside.
And exudes a will and coercion to control everything.
Then a voice full of vicissitudes of life came out from the huge fireball in the sky: "I am the true spirit Suzaku in charge of the southern realm."
"Suzaku?"
Feng Hao shook his head and said: "Suzaku is just a mythical beast, but the aura on your body is not very powerful."
The existence in the fireball could not be seen through by Feng Hao with his current mind and eyesight, which was enough to show how powerful the opponent was.
As someone who has integrated Suzaku's talent, he is very familiar with Suzaku, but the existence in the fireball does not have the aura of Suzaku at all.