Chapter 127 Devouring (for collection, ticket)

As soon as Mu Zifeng got out of the secret room, he saw the stone tablet come out again and block the hole. The last words of the old beasts opened his eyes. The world is wide and there are so many mysteries. What he came into contact with is only the tip of the iceberg.

Martial arts can be practiced to six layers of Qi practice, and then transform the soul into a completeness to break through the sky and enter a broader world of practice. All this made his blood boil.

There are six cultivation realms in the martial arts external realm, and there are also six cultivation realms in the martial arts practice realm. It is known from the king that one layer is the innate realm, the second layer is the heavenly realm, the three layers of military realm, the four layers of realm, the five layers of divine change, and the sixth layer of life-saving realm.

When it comes to the realm of practicing gas, it is more difficult to practice. Each promotion requires countless treasures, and few people can advance to the realm of life. Counting the time, I'm afraid that the old beast is also the ancestor of thousands of years ago.

"As long as I have the power of the realm, I can unlock the seal of those guardian beasts. It seems that I will work hard to practice. Ten years is not long, and it is not short, and there is still great hope. If it really doesn't work, go to Lingshan and ask the master of Lingshan to release them.

Mu Zifeng had a plan in his heart and flew outside the burial island. After two innate power absorption and quenching processes in the secret room, his body is stronger, his defense is stronger, and his external power has increased by 200,000 catties.

"With 200,000 catties of great power and five times the combat power of qi and blood, won't it reach a million catties of attack power?" Mu Zifeng was also shocked by his explosive power. As long as the opportunity was properly grasped, he would also be killed by a high hand in the face of an ancestor of heaven and man.

However, the stronger the power of the outbreak, the higher the requirements for your physical endurance, and the faster the speed of qi and blood loss.

The periphery of the burial island is relatively better. The poisonous miasma contained in the air is a little thin. As long as the true air is spread all over the body, it can resist the invasion of those poisonous miasma.

"Devil, you are all devils."

Rumble... There was a terrible roar in front of me, as well as a strong explosion.

"It's the voice of the fierce war king. Has he also been tricked and his mind has become unclear?" Mu Zifeng is indeed not afraid of those poisonous miasma. There are many innate forces in his Yintang cave. Although he can't urge it, it is easy to resolve those invading poisonous miasma. As soon as his feet moved, several flashes reached the point of the accident.

The fierce battle king's face was blue, his eyes were blood red, and there were finger marks on his face, which was a little scary. More than a dozen towering trees were moving around him, trapping him. Even if it is the power of heaven and man, it can't break through the dead.

Every time the king of war comes out, he has the power to open mountains and cut off the currents, but he can't help those big trees.

"The formation!"

In Qimen martial arts, arrays, alchemy and alchemy are widely practiced, but few can cultivate them to a high level. For example, in alchemy, ordinary forger masters can forge some peerless magic soldiers at most, while refiners can forge magic weapons.

For example, any ancestor who practices alchemy can practice elixir, but the person who can refine high-level, good quality and powerful elixir is Feng Mao Lingjiao.

Qimen martial arts requires not only talent, but also enough time to study.

Mu Zifeng saw an ancestor trapped by a few big trees, and suddenly guessed the root cause in his heart. In order to transform his soul into a completeness, the old man of the beast naturally had to decorate this burial island as an absolutely safe place. Those highly poisonous miasma can affect people's minds, and those plants and trees also become powerful eyes, and once stimulated, they will cause a chain reaction.

Nine out of ten people who accidentally entered the island were trapped alive.

"Anyway, the evil king also died on the island. Let him live and die." He is not kind to these people. Just as he turned around and was about to leave, he saw five figures flying from a distance, especially the person in the front, who flew very fast and condensed six wings on his back.

The six wings are only three meters long and transparent in color, causing violent fluctuations in heaven and earth when incitement.

"That's not a flying magic weapon, nor is it flying martial arts. Is he the ancestor of practicing qi above the realm of war?" Mu Zifeng flashed and hid behind a boulder. The ancestor of the chemical war can condense the innate air into various forms of existence, attack, defense, and auxiliary aspects. The ancestor in front of him condenses the innate power into flying wings, which can assist flight to the maximum extent.

"How similar is he to the evil king? Is he the slaughter king of the vice island owner of Alcatraz?" The ancestor's method of transforming the war was so deep that he could poke himself to death with one finger. Mu Zifeng thought of this to carefully observe the five approaching people.

"The deputy island owner, the place where the little master finally disappeared is around here."

"There is nothing here. Has my son been killed by that thief? A bunch of rubbish." The rough-handed man waved his backhand and flew out the reported innate ancestor, "Where is the king of fierce war? Send more people to find me immediately. Even if you turn over all the islands within hundreds of thousands of islands, will you still find them? Otherwise, you all have to bury my son."

It is worthy of being the king of slaughter, with a deep intention to kill.

"Yes." The four ancestors behind him were so scared that they dared not breathe.

"I will search the surrounding places first, and you can gather people immediately." The slaughter king flew away, and the remaining four ancestors exhaled at the same time. They talked in a low voice for a moment and left in four directions.

Seeing them all leave, Mu Zifeng came out from behind the boulder. He looked up at the sky, and the shock in his heart could not be expressed in words. The old man's achievements in array have reached the peak and reversed the universe. Such a large island has been hidden by the big array. Even the ancestors of the Huabing Realm have not seen any flaw. This kind of cultivation, such power is simply shocking.

"The King of Slaughter won't stop so easily. The King of Sword and others don't know what's going on? I'm still staying here to practice for a while and leave when the wind is almost over. To be honest, although this burial island is extremely dangerous, it is also a good place for latent cultivation, at least you don't have to worry about being disturbed.

Mu Zifeng found a small natural cave on the edge of the island, and he began to practice after a little cleaning. Because the vortex of Dantian Zhenqi has disappeared, he can't use the innate power in the Yintang cave. He is ready to practice the golden body formula of the heavenly demon first. Among them, the big demon hand is to re-condense a source of phagocyance, and then condense a powerful devouring power in the palm of his hand through the meridian.

If the phagocytosis source can be successfully condensed, it may also be able to call part of the innate power and kill three birds with one stone.

The essence of the cultivation of the great magic hand, the Flying Star King has told him that what Mu Zifeng needs to do is to consistently connect the martial arts luck meridians step by step, and then condense the source of phagocation power and complete it.

Pragical practice on the island of Burial Spirits is penance. As time goes by, Mu Zifeng has no concept of time in the end, and his great magic hand understands more and more profoundly.

A true qi vortex has finally opened up in the Yintang cave, which is the source of phagocation power. Unlike the true qi vortex, the main energy of the vortex is different. A trace of innate power slowly follows a certain law, and the route rotates like a tornado eye. Although the phagocytosis is slightly imperceptible, it is a big breakthrough.

"If all those innate powers are refined into the source of devouring power, a congenital ancestral spirit can be pumped out by himself between several breaths. And at that time, you can also forcibly use a small part of the innate power. As long as you complete the cultivation of the master's realm, you can hit the big hole of life and death.

In the next period of time, Mu Zifeng refined the source of phagocytosis with all his strength, and finally drove 1% of the innate power in the Yintang cave, and the phagocytosis power emitted in it also had a small fire.

Mu Zifeng's face, which had been rigid for many days, finally smiled. He left the cave and came to the front of the battle king who was trapped. At this moment, the king of the fierce battle is not dead, but he is as thin as a firewood, his eyes are confused, his mind is confused, and he mutters that he doesn't know what to say. Lying in a large array, exhausted waiting for death.

"If I can master the practice of curse, I can subdue an entourage again." Mu Zifeng looked at the fierce battle king and knew that his ideas were a little ambitious. Curse must get the eight methods of the Holy Church, and to practice the eight methods of the Holy Church, you must practice the eight fists of the form and mind, and get the inheritance of the Eight Laws of the Holy Church when you are promoted.

"How about trying the power of the Great Heavenly Demon Hand first?"

Mu Zifeng slapped and attacked a huge tree from the outside. With a bang, the huge tree broke off its waist and saw the momentum grazing, and a powerful formation was cracked.

"I have been tossed by the King of War for so long, and the power of the big array has almost been consumed, but it is easy to break it." Mu Zifeng broke the array and saw the five giant trees return to their respective positions, revealing the unlucky king of war.

"The devil is the devil."

Mu Zifeng showed a sneer at the corners of his mouth. The wicked have their own evil people grinding. The ancestors who came out of Alcatraz are not good things. At least eight or nine layers of blood-tained lives in their hands are innocent. Unlike themselves, there are many people who kill, but basically they are all to blame themselves.

"King of War, can you still recognize me?"

The king's confused eyes looked at Mu Zifeng, suddenly got up, and rushed to him with his teeth and claws, "You big devil, I want to eat your meat, drink your blood, and let you sink into hell forever."

The thin camel is bigger than the horse, and the fierce battle king also has 100,000 pounds of attack power. But in Mu Zifeng's eyes, it is already vulnerable. He directly stretched out his palm and knelt down on the ground, with five fingers inserted into the other party's head like a knife.

"Great Magic Hand."

The palm immediately spewed out the power of devouring, and a domineering momentum imprisoned the fierce battle king, making him unable to move, and then he saw that the essence in the other party's body turned into energy and was pulled out.