692 Advanced Mahayana

"Boom!!"

The last thunderstorm fell, and the world returned to calm again, announcing that the long bow and quiet thunderstorm finally ended, and her breath was completely stabilized in the early stage of the combination.

Looking at the slowly dissipating clouds in the sky, Lin Feng was stunned, clenched his hands tightly, and couldn't wait to pinch his nails into the meat.

Just now, every thunderstorm fell, as if a sharp blade stabbed his heart, making his heart like a knife and almost difficult to breathe.

In order to help him, Changgong Xiaojing actually made such a huge sacrifice. If he could choose, he would not be able to do it, but now that he has made a boat, it is useless for him to regret and blame himself.

The only thing he can do now is to let Changgong Xiaojing's sacrifice not be in vain. Lin Feng secretly vowed in his heart that he must strive to improve his cultivation, fly to the fairyland as soon as possible, find the fairy medicine, and make up for Changgong Xiaojing's lost longevity.

Not long after, when the disaster cloud dissipated, the turbulent Zhenyuan breath of the long bow also completely calmed down, and then saw a white rainbow flying from there, and finally fell in front of Lin Feng, like a fairy down to the earth.

Looking at the long bow Xiaojing, who was still smiling as usual, Lin Feng's eyes were full of pity and sighed softly, "Xiaojing, you... don't have to do this."

"No, I have to do this." Changgong Xiaojing smiled gently, and walked to Lin Feng. He looked up at his eyes slightly. His tone was calm but extremely firm, "And, I don't regret..."

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That night, Zilong, Li Yuelin and others all left the cave at the bottom of the lake, known as patrolling together.

In the cave, there are only two people, Lin Feng and Chang Gong Xiaojing.

The next day, Changgong Xiaojing left the cave alone. When she was away from a hundred miles away, dark clouds gathered over the lake where the cave was located, covering the sky for dozens of miles. Soon, a huge cloud whirlpool condensed and formed.

"Boom!!!"

Finally, with a shocking thunder splitting from the whirlpool of the clouds, it announced that Lin Feng's Mahayana thunderstorm... officially began!

A hundred miles away, Changgong Xiaojing has joined Zilong and others who came back after discovering the disaster. Everyone did not say anything, but secretly nervously watched the arrival of the thunderstorm over there.

Lin Feng's Mahayana thunderstorm is more than ten times stronger than the original combined thunderstorm, and even the speed of each thunderstorm falls faster. Often the previous thunderstorm has just come down, and the next one has emerged, almost on a line, which makes Zilong and others shocked.

If an ordinary monk encounters such a thunder disaster, not to mention crossing the disaster, he will probably be scared to death. However, at this moment, under the fierce thunderstorm, the breath emitted by Lin Feng is always strong, like a tenacious reef in the storm, motionless.

The whole eight-nine-72 thunderstorm was finished in just a short period of time. When the 72nd thunderstorm fell, the heaven and the earth temporarily returned to calm, but Zilong and others knew that the real test was about to begin...

After a brief silence, the whirlpool of the clouds in the sky did not disappear, but gradually began to dye the colorful colors. When the clouds covering dozens of miles turned into colorful colors, in the whirlpool of the clouds, seven colorful stars that seemed to have been projected from the distant and unknown starry sky flashed, and a thunder cut through the sky. A colorful thunder fell from the sky!!

"Boom-boom..."

The falling speed of a group of colorful thunderstorms is not much slower than the previous ordinary thunderstorms. After each thunderstorm, Lin Feng's breath will have an incredible surge. In an instant, he has completely stepped into the Mahayana realm.

While the first colorful thunder fell, there was a strong force of qi and blood in the breath emitted by Lin Feng. Where the thunder fell, there was also a blood-red vortex of qi and blood. With each colorful thunderstorm falling, the power of qi and blood became stronger.

Obviously, while improving his soul cultivation, Lin Feng did not let go of this rare opportunity and was using the power of colorful thunder to improve the refining realm of the body! This also shows that even if this thunderstorm is extremely fierce, he is still at ease!

In the end, when the nine colorful thunderstorms fell, the strength of the qi and blood emitted by Lin Feng had reached the peak of the seven realms! And his soul cultivation is also stable in the Mahayana period!

The ethereal colorful stars in the whirlpool of the clouds disappeared, and the rolling clouds quickly dispersed. A thrilling thunderstorm finally ended without danger.

However, after the disaster cloud dissipated, Lin Feng's improvement of cultivation did not stop, and he was still climbing at a very fast speed, from the Mahayana layer when the disaster was just completed to the second floor, then the third floor, the fourth floor...

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Cultivation world, North Xuanzhou, a year-long dark and dark mountain range.

The mountain gate of the corpse is located here.

When Lin Feng crossed the Mahayana thunder disaster in the remnant fairyland, in a secret room, a figure sitting motionless across his knees woke up from practice.

This person is very small. He is actually a boy who looks five or six years old. He is wrapped in a blood-red robe and only exposes one head. His face is cold, and his eyes are frighteningly deep, which is not in line with his appearance.

This 'child' is not someone else, but the fairy who woke up from the fairy valley of the remnant fairyland!

He seemed to be awakened by something at this time. When he woke up, he looked up at the top of his head, as if his eyes could penetrate the void. After a moment, he frowned slightly, with a trace of doubt in his eyes, and said to himself in a hoarse and old voice: "This annoying feeling again. It also appeared ten years ago. What is it..."

While he was meditating, he saw a layer of ripples on the wall on the left side of the secret room as if it were water. Then a figure came directly out of the wall, an old man in black and white hair. After he came in, he did not speak immediately, but stood respectfully by the wall.

The child fairy didn't seem to see anyone coming in at all, and stared at the void and meditated for a moment. Then she turned her head and looked at the person and said lightly, "What's the matter?"

The old man said respectfully, "Master, we just got the news that the alliance army composed of major sects will attack us in a month."

"Oh? After ten years of planning, do you finally dare to take action? The boy fairy raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a trace of sarcasm in his eyes. He sneered, "No matter how many ants are gathered, they are just ants, and they are trying to offend my immortal power. It's really imme!"

"Just right, take this opportunity to let the whole world know... Those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will die!!"

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Let's go back to Lin Feng.

Ten days after the Mahayana thunderstorm, Lin Feng's rising cultivation finally stabilized and finally stopped on the sixth floor of Mahayana.

However, Lin Feng did not end his practice, but directly began to retreat, because he didn't want to waste even a minute and a second.

However, after only one month of retreat, Lin Feng was awakened by the message from Zilong and had to temporarily end the retreat and reunited with everyone in the cave hall.

As soon as he walked into the hall, Lin Feng found that everyone's faces did not seem to look good. His faces were full of sadness. He frowned slightly and asked, "What happened?"

The swordsman first said, "Lin Feng, something big has happened in the world of cultivation..."