"Ancestor, save me! Save me... If the ancestor doesn't help me, I will definitely die! My opponent is too incredible. Even if I obtain the inheritance of the ancestor, even if my realm is much higher than him, I am no match for him.
. He will not let me go, ancestor, save me, only you can save me, otherwise, your only inheritance on the Origin Star will be over..."
Jin Feng shouted crazily in his consciousness, excited and excited.
He sensed the arrival of the ancestor, and this was his life-saving straw.
Therefore, at this moment, he no longer cares about the issue of face in front of the ancestor. Whether he can survive depends on how much the ancestor can help him.
This was the clearest and clearest understanding that Jin Feng had after seeing the abilities shown by Yang An, the man who had overcome the tribulation before, and now, after being helped by Yang An to overcome the tribulation and personally sensing Yang An's aura.
but……
"What's the meaning?"
Until the ancestor's aura completely disappeared, Jin Feng did not receive any benefit from the ancestor again. He only heard an inexplicable word that he could not understand at all.
Then, it disappeared, disappeared, disappeared...
Jin Feng wanted to cry.
…
"I'll go and that'll be done?"
On the other side, in the long river of time and space, the golden-winged roc transformed by Yang An, relying on the power of Jin Feng's burning bloodline, is doing something that is undoubtedly a substitute for another. Of course, whether it can succeed, Yang An has no idea.
Why worry? After all, the last time Jin Feng transcended the tribulation, Yang An sensed the call of Jin Peng's ancestor. Now, just to be on the safe side, he borrowed a little bit of Jin Feng's breath.
But what Yang An didn't expect was that it was much simpler than he imagined.
Not only did there not be any disturbance at all, but the harvest was huge, far beyond Yang An's imagination!
The ancestor of the Golden Roc, who crossed the endless galaxy and traveled through time and space, not only imparted all his talents and inheritance, but also directly integrated a drop of the original essence and blood!
After Yang An received the inheritance, the original essence and blood was quickly integrated into the body of Yang An's transformed Golden-winged Dapeng. At that moment, Yang An clearly felt that he was the true bloodline of the ancient mythical beast Golden-winged Dapoc!
All kinds of innate magical powers clearly appeared in his mind. As long as he was willing, he could activate countless golden-winged roc's innate magical powers with just one thought.
The fit is as good as 100%!
This is an ability that Yang An did not have when he stole Jin Feng's skills and used the Devouring Technique before!
"The ancestor of the Golden-winged Dapeng specially passed down a drop of blood essence? Emmm... Fortunately, I managed to change the situation and Li Daitao was able to replace it. Otherwise, if Jin Feng obtained this drop of blood essence, his strength would have skyrocketed countless times! Just based on this
The ability to operate such innate magical powers is extremely terrifying... Well, of course, this is for other people."
Yang An was really shocked.
It's not that he's afraid of how terrifying Jin Feng's improvement will be after receiving this blood essence, but he's afraid.
He was so shady that once the descending Golden-winged Dapeng Ancestor discovered something fishy, the consequences would be absolutely unbearable for him. After all, the Golden-winged Dapeng Ancestor could sacrifice a drop of blood across thousands of galaxies, and that drop of essence blood would come directly in form.
Naturally, it's easy and no problem.
That is the ancestor-level master of the ancient mythical beast who came in the form of essence and blood!
No matter how awesome Yang An is, one move can kill him hundreds of times in seconds!
No way, the level of realm is thousands of miles away from others. If a drop of essence and blood comes in form, its strength will definitely reach the eighth level of the deity. Even if it cannot last for long, it will be more than enough time to deal with Yang An. Even if there is
Suppressing him by Heavenly Dao is of no use. He only needs one move, but what good will it do even if Heavenly Dao breaks the void and teleports him away?
But Yang An was afraid of returning home, so the result was undoubtedly wonderful.
It's not that you can't steal a chicken, but if you want to steal a chicken, you steal it and become a cow!
In short, Yang An feels that he has definitely made a lot of money.
As for Jin Feng, he was more pitiful. He clearly sensed the arrival of his ancestor, and everyone in the room sensed it. Moreover, the aura was extremely powerful, but in the end it was just the aura of blood origin that enveloped him for a while. Mao's essence
None of the harvest was given to him.
In the eyes of everyone, it seemed to have given him unlimited benefits.
Jin Feng felt so miserable...
Wow cool wow cool.
Just barely burst into tears.
What's the use of a bird song that he doesn't understand?
The ancestor was summoned, but he came and left, just like that. Mao left without giving him any benefits. Obviously, his consciousness told the ancestor who came that his situation was very dangerous and could happen at any time.
The ancestor's inheritance on the earth was cut off, but it was still of no use. He was left with only a bird's song that he couldn't understand, and then left heartlessly and ruthlessly.
The most pitiable thing is that in order to be brave, Jin Feng frightened Yang An, so that Yang An would be more scrupulous. When the time comes, he will be more energetic, and he has to pretend to be in a state of surprise with a huge harvest.
This really requires strong acting skills to be able to sustain such a scene.
After all, the ultimate state of ice and fire, ice acting as fire, is so difficult that even Mr. Yang doesn’t think he can play it well.
The ruthless punishment from heaven continues.
Jin Feng, whose heart felt cold but whose expression was filled with excitement, gritted his teeth and continued to devour, devour, and devour again.
He allowed the power of divine punishment to be compressed into his body and exploded, giving up any resistance at all.
That kind of pain, to be honest, is definitely not something ordinary geniuses can endure!
But Jin Feng knows that if he doesn't suffer like this now, he won't even have the chance to suffer in a short time. The harder he endures now, the more he will gain. Being stronger is better. In order to survive, if you don't fight now, you will
No chance to fight again.
Of course, the prerequisite for doing this and still surviving is that Yang An does not break his promise and does his best to help him overcome the disaster.
Will Yang An violate it?
Of course not. Even if he doesn't succeed in substituting one thing for another, Yang An will not break his promise. What's more, Yang An, who has gained a lot at this moment, is in a good mood?
Not only did he not violate it, but he also protected Jin Feng even more and provided him with much more help than the previous practitioners, even his followers.
More resource supply, more vitality supply, and even pure divine soul power are continuously provided to Jin Feng, who is constantly being hit hard by heaven's punishment, for free. Even this alone is extremely precious.
It’s time to use the mind power pill. This is a mind power pill made up of the thoughts of all living beings. If you use it for Jin Feng, it means that Jin Feng has become his disciple. You can get the blessing of the thoughts of all living beings.
This consumption, this treatment, and this skill are definitely several times higher than any previous cultivator!
Of course, in the eyes of everyone, they didn't feel that he was very special. After all, this was also the reason why Jin Feng was so capable.
Heavenly punishments fell one after another, and Jin Feng showed a will that surprised Yang Andu more and more.
He was on the verge of collapse time and time again, but his consciousness was extremely firm. Neither the pressure of heavenly punishment nor the direct grinding of his soul could shake him in the slightest.
By the time ninety-nine and eighty-one heavenly punishments came, Yang An was beginning to admire this little bird's will to survive.
