"This flying in the air really consumes too much spiritual energy!" After flying for a while, Han Feng felt the crazy loss of spiritual energy.
More importantly, he was carrying someone on his back.
"Of course it is. Otherwise, why can't we truly control the sky only when we reach the King of Martial Realm?" the big mouse said leisurely.
Upon hearing this, Han Feng immediately understood what it meant and said: "The spiritual power of the Martial King Realm must be much stronger than mine. This is the reason why they can keep fighting!"
"good."
The big mouse nodded and continued: "You are only a great martial artist. If you didn't have the Immortal Illusion Demonic Skill, it would be impossible for you to control the air with your meager spiritual power. What's more, you are carrying someone on your back. How can you do this?
The consumption is not something you can afford."
"It's difficult!" Han Feng sighed.
Afterwards, I looked through my spiritual sense and saw that there was no one from the Poison Demon Sect within the range I sensed, so I found a relatively secluded place to stay.
After all, he really couldn't bear it anymore!
"call--"
Han Feng put Beitang Chengwang down and immediately panted heavily on the spot as if his kidneys were weak.
Beitang Chengwang saw this and felt very guilty. When he wanted to speak, he saw Han Feng cast a firm look at him and stopped talking immediately.
Then, cross your legs and adjust your breath to heal the injury.
The same goes for Han Feng.
But while adjusting his breath, he allowed himself to return to his spiritual consciousness, and then in his spiritual consciousness he began to carefully read the 'Qian Tian Jian Gang' passed down by the big rat.
"Use the sword to imprison the sky, and the sword to kill the immortals..."
Han Feng watched and read the murmur.
Moreover, he was not in a hurry to learn it immediately, but allowed himself to watch and read it over and over again so that he could understand the true meaning of Jian Gang.
Under such circumstances, he slowly started to learn, his spiritual power condensed, the sword gang formed, and he captured the sky with one sword!
"What a terrifying power!"
It was just a sword, but when the sword was slashed out, Han Feng immediately saw how powerful it was. When the sword passed by and slashed, it felt like the sky was about to be cut.
This is Prison Heaven!
"The things Master left behind are really good!" Han Feng was amazed and extremely excited at the same time.
Later, he asked himself to practice over and over again, but after reaching a certain height, he could no longer improve.
However, he knew the reason and murmured: "Such a sword can only show its power in killing, and only then can I improve it further and finally reach its true state!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his eyes.
He first looked at Beitang Chengwang and saw that he was still recovering from his breath adjustment, so he didn't bother him.
Instead, after confirming the safety with his spiritual sense technique, he bared his teeth at the big mouse and said flatteringly: "I say Xiao Hei, the master is the ninth immortal of the demon cultivator, so he must have a lot of tricks.
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"It's quite a lot, but it's useless for you to learn more. You have to master every martial skill or technique step by step before I can teach you again." The big mouse said.
Han Feng was not discouraged, and still said with a smile on his face: "I need to improve my skills in killing the Prisoner of Heaven Sword Gang. This is not something that can happen in a short time. Why don't you teach me another powerful martial arts or technique?
It would be better if there was someone with an 'immortal golden body' like Xu Chengxian."
But the big mouse shook his head and said: "You are overthinking it. The 'Immortal Golden Body' was not passed down to Xu Fu by the master, but was an opportunity gained by Xu Chengxian himself through experience."
"Is his opportunity so good?" Han Feng.
"What do you think?"
The big mouse rolled his eyes at Han Feng and said, "Why else would others say that he, Xu Chengxian, is the most promising to achieve the position of Emperor Martial?"
"It's strange. He is so qualified. Do others really want to see him grow up together, so that in the end they can only look back?" Han Feng asked with interest.
"If he doesn't leave the Xu family, how can others kill him? Is it possible that he really wants to fight to the death with the Xu family? No one can afford such a loss." Big Mouse said seriously.
After hearing this, Han Feng seemed to understand.
Suddenly, he said: "It turns out that he is also afraid of death, so he has been hiding in Xu's house. He only dares to use his own clone to go out to practice for himself!"
"Do you know how many clones he has?" the big mouse suddenly asked.
Han Feng shook his head.
The big mouse stretched out a paw, opened it wide and wide, and then said: "Five! He has a total of five clones!"
"What!" Han Feng was shocked.
Being able to cultivate a clone is not that powerful, but it requires a lot of energy and blood, and it also uses your own power to give it.
In this way, it is like dividing yourself into five parts!
"What state is he in?" Han Feng murmured.
"Since you want to know so much, let me tell you. Before the master was betrayed by Xu Fu, he had been cultivated most carefully by the master, and his degree of care was even more than that of Xu Fu. At that time, he was already
The realm of Wuzong." Big Mouse said.
But in its eyes, while sadness flashed through, it also showed full hatred for Xu Fu.
"That was thousands of years ago..."
Han Feng murmured.
Thousands of years ago, it was when Master was betrayed by Xu Fu, and after so long, judging from Xu Chengxian's heaven-defying qualifications, I'm afraid...
Thinking of this, Han Feng felt a little discouraged.
When the big mouse saw it, he immediately said: "Look, I said it would be best if I didn't tell you. Look, as soon as I told you, you became discouraged, which is not good for your growth at all."
of."
"No!"
Han Feng suddenly shook his head, and then said firmly: "I am discouraged, but I just lament that I was born at the wrong time. If I can be cultivated by my master like him, I will not lose to Xu Chengxian! What I lament even more is that he
He has practiced for thousands of years longer than me!"
He couldn't make up for this time gap.
The big mouse was stunned. It did not expect Han Feng to say such a thing, and then said: "The gap in time cannot be made up, but you have something that he does not have, and that is the immortal magic magic skill created by the master."
"Isn't there Xu Fu too?" Han Feng asked.
"Although the master is a demon cultivator, he gave Xu Fu the opportunity to choose himself. Therefore, Xu Fu chose the so-called righteous path, so the master did not teach him the immortal magic skill." The big mouse said.
Speaking of this, the big mouse answered on his own: "However, the skills he practiced are also extraordinary. They are god-level skills that the master obtained in a secret palace of the Martial God Realm. In the words of the master,
Its power is not much weaker than the Immortal Illusion Demonic Skill."
"Martial God Realm Kung Fu!" Han Feng was shocked again!
God of war!
It was only one step away from reaching the Martial Saint Realm.
As long as you take another step forward, you will reach the legendary Martial Emperor realm. One can imagine how amazing the skills of such a person are!
However, he still heard the key point and guessed: "Since the master said that the skill is weaker than the immortal magic skill, does it mean that the master's realm has reached that level?"
"Yes."
Now that everything has been said, the big mouse no longer concealed anything and said directly: "My master's realm is heaven-defying. At his peak, he was the ninth level of the Martial God!"
"Martial God Ninth Level!"
Han Feng really couldn't imagine it.
The ninth level is the peak, so Master is about to enter the Martial Saint realm, and is not far away from the Martial Emperor!
"No one can achieve the Martial Emperor, not even the master. And according to the master's guess, before entering the Martial Emperor realm, you must first obtain all the innate spiritual power, and then integrate the innate spiritual power before you can break through the shackles
It's possible." The big mouse shook his head.
"Has the innate spiritual power really been obtained by everyone?" Han Feng was very curious and wanted to know.
"I don't know either."
The big mouse shook his head and then said: "If the innate spiritual power is divided into one hundred parts, then it can be said that ninety-five parts are in the hands of big forces, and the remaining five parts may still be scattered somewhere.
It has been obtained, but finding it is harder than finding a needle in a haystack."
"Is it hard to find?"
The one who spoke was not Han Feng, but the little old man with the medicine spirit who appeared from Beitang Chengwang.
That look was very disdainful.
Han Feng couldn't help but get excited when they saw each other, and their hearts were beating wildly!
"You...don't you really know?" Han Feng's voice was trembling, and his eyes kept staring...