Chapter 4 Refining the Source

"That's true!"

Xing Shitian sighed, looked at the fallen leaves flying outside the window, and continued to say, "If it hadn't been for the loss of the origin, the fairy world would not have fallen to this point."

"However, if King Shura didn't do this in those years, I'm afraid that the fairy world of martial arts has become a vassal world of the king's world!"

This is a period of blood and fire, a history of blood and tears, which is unbearable to look back.

"The origin is broken. How can we restore it as before?"

Nie Feng was also infected by this atmosphere, and his mood was very complicated. In addition to sighing, he still asked, "Is obtaining the source equivalent to controlling the world?" The achievements of the world are closely related to human achievements?

In the ancient records, the fusion of the origin and the master is equivalent to integrating people and the world. However, the requirements are very tedious. It is as strong as King Shura, and it can't be integrated. It's just borrowed.

Including the domineering, it is only recognized by the source and borrows the power of the source. Otherwise, it is difficult for Nie Feng to defeat him in the world of Wangba!

Now, Nie Feng has this ambition.

"It seems that you are very sure to find the source, or that the source is on you?"

Xing Shitian is the owner of the Hidden Pavilion. He is well-informed. He only needs to listen to it and guess some clues. "However, it is still very difficult for ordinary people to integrate the origin, or it is almost impossible!"

"The origin is very proud and noble, and he will not submit to any human being. He can only submit to a god and a person with extremely noble blood.

"Of course, the bloodline is not enough! He needs the warmth of faith! You know, the power of faith is the power of the gods, and ordinary people can't touch it at all!"

"Finally, the heart of the source should replace the heart of the fused person and completely integrate into one. In this process, it is very dangerous. If you are not careful, you will die!"

While talking, Xing Shitian's expression was very serious and serious, reminding Nie Feng not to underestimate the origin of a big world.

However, the more Xing Shitian said, the more joy appeared on Nie Feng's face.

The heart of fusion is completely tailored for him.

"Well, senior, I see."

After communicating with Xing Shitian for a while, Nie Feng took Cheng Lingxiao to leave and returned to his room. After talking to Cheng Lingxiao for a moment, he began to retreat.

I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, just because I am in this mountain.

Nie Feng knows now that the origin of the world of Xianwu has always been on him. Through Xing Shitian's introduction, he can be sure that the other half of the origin is contained in the town's stone tablet.

The stone tablet is the work of the king of Shura who gathered the ancient power and painstaking efforts, containing expectations for the future.

And King Shura, the owner of the previous source, can use the power of the source to fight against the invaders, and its combat effectiveness has been greatly improved, creating a peerless reputation.

The second floor of the Eight Wastes World, in the land of mustard seeds in the small fairyland.

Nie Feng crossed his knees in the air, like the same god, the treasure is solemn, and his whole body exudes noble temperament. Infinite aura rushes to him, just like he has dominated all the air.

Boom!

Dragon and snake-like lightning swam above Nie Feng's head, with the majestic meaning of heaven, deterrently resounding through the whole mustard land, forming a situation and terrifying picture.

Nazu Naxumi!

This is the origin of the little fairyland. At a glance, it is invisible to the naked eye and does not seem to be in the same space. However, it does exist in the same space as the little fairyland.

"Jiangshan pen, social map, integration!"

Nie Feng adjusted his breath for ten days and adjusted his spirit to the best state. Only then did he summon Jiangshan pens and social pictures from his backpack, ready to fuse these two ancient immortals.

With the wave of Nie Feng's big hand, a brush with an infinitely simple texture immediately appeared in front of him, exuding a thick majesty, like an ancient king, commanding the earth.

And on the other side, there is an unfolding painting. The painting is thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, magnificent, showing a atmosphere and a king's demeanor.

Jiangshan Sheji is the foundation of the fairy and martial arts world.

Jiangshan pen and social map, under Nie Feng's magnificent mental pressure, without too much resistance, began to struggle with each other, stimulating a strong breath.

Rumble!

The emanating breath exploded in the air, forming a lot of energy vortexes, devouring everything in the space.

In a moment, the two ancient fairy weapons were merged, forming a golden sword carved with ancestor dragon. The hilt of the sword is engraved with Li Min's life, and the sword is engraved with everything.

"The Great Sword of Honghuang Town!"

Nie Feng looked at the sword in front of him and only felt a magnificent atmosphere. After suppressing it, he was short of breath and suppressed it from his soul. "How can it be? How can this legendary sword appear in Jiangshan pen and social map?

This sword of Honghuang Town is a magic sword that suppresses the fate of Honghuang in the ancient Honghuang era, which is impossible for mortals to use. Xuanyuan, the emperor of the Honghuang people, has gone through thousands of hardships and endless disasters. He imitated a part of it and casts the ancient magic sword - Xuanyuan Sword.

However, now this big sword actually appears in front of Nie Feng.

It's not true!

is fake!

Nie Feng could not accept this matter, because some ancient books he found in the Hermit Hall recorded this divine sword, which was the foundation of the whole flood and famine. Since the flood was broken, it has disappeared.

Hum!

Just when Nie Feng was so surprised that he was stunned, Honghuang Zhenyun's sword suddenly moved. As soon as the sword body shook, there was a feeling that the ancestral dragon was born and overwhelmed the world. With just one pressure, he squeezed Nie Feng's body crazily.

Bing, beep!

Nie Feng's body was suppressed and made a frightening sound. It seemed that he wanted to squeeze the body into the purest energy in the world. Even the spirit could not exist.

"Belly believe in the furnace, melt everything!"

Nie Feng roared and tried his best to summon the melting pot of faith. Just for a moment, a simple and tall melting pot carved with the most mysterious texture in the world appeared above Nie Feng's head.

Suck!

The furnace of faith is an existence that can only be mastered by gods. As soon as it is sucked, the energy of the sword will be inhaled into the furnace, and there is an extremely hot fire of faith.

Dong Dong Dong!

"What?"

Nie Feng was so surprised that his eyes widened and felt incredible. He never thought that there would be something in the fairy world that even the melting pot of faith could not be refined.

When the energy entered the belief furnace, it began to bombard the inner wall of the furnace crazily, making the sound of Hong Zhong Dalu.

Sound waves form the substantial energy visible to the naked eye and blow up the mustard land.

"Swallow the heavenly spirit and coexist with faith!"

A stream of sweat appeared on Nie Feng's forehead. He already knew that the crisis he was facing now was extremely severe and he must do his best. Therefore, he stimulated his energy, turned into swallowing heavenly Taoism, and rushed into the furnace of faith.

A gluttony mouth, in front of the energy of the sword, opened its mouth and sucked. Unexpectedly, it could not be sucked away at once, but it played a role of containment.

For a while, under Nie Feng's exhaustive confrontation, a deadlock was formed.

One day, two days, three days...

"Beli in the great power, suppress the heavens, swallow the heavens, all the spirit is convinced!"

Just three hundred and thirty-three days later, Nie Feng suddenly stood up, pointed to the sky and the earth, opened his erect eyes on his forehead, and shone on the furnace of faith with a divine light of the law of power.

Suddenly, pour oil on the fire.

Bing, beep!

"Refining!"

After nearly a year of confrontation, Nie Feng finally refined the sword spirit of the sword in Honghuang Town with the help of a steady stream of faith, and became the purest energy into his body.

Boom!

A series of explosions resounded in Nie Feng's body. It was advanced energy, devouring low energy, and the resulting energy eviated, which played a role in transforming the body and strengthening the muscles and bones.

In an instant, Nie Feng had a feeling of being reborn.

"Hung buzz..."

At this time, Honghuang Town's sword began to vibrate crazily. A fist-sized red bead appeared on the sword. As soon as the red beads appear, the whole space becomes more stable and forms an iron plate.

Bow!

With a crisp sound, the red bead broke away from the Honghuang Zhenyun Sword and hit Nie Feng. This is to make Nie Feng into a scum with a lot of efforts.

The air is drained by this force to form a vacuum.

"Boom!"

Nie Feng didn't dare to hold it big. He clenched his fist and carried the Black Water King Fist. He punched tens of thousands of times in a row. In just a moment, a powerful force wave was formed and bombarded with the red beads.

The energy storm broke out again.

Wh!

At this time, Honghuang Town's sword seemed to have its own consciousness. While Nie Feng was entangled with the red beads, it directly turned into a sword spirit and flew to the depths of the sky.

In just a moment, it completely disappeared into the air.

"Take it!"

In this short time, the battle between Nie Feng and Red Beads has come to an end. Nie Feng's fists came out in unison, the black water king's fist in his left hand, and the red fire king's fist in his right hand. The water and fire blended, making the red beads crumble.

Finally, Nie Feng opened his five fingers, shouted in a low voice, grabbed the red bead, and held it in his hand.

"Repression!"

Nie Feng sensed that the bead was still shaking crazily, so he immediately stimulated the strength of his whole body, formed an unimaginable force, and suppressed it fiercely.

In this way, the red beads encountered strong resistance, and at the same time were penetrated by Nie Feng's spirit. After a day, it was completely subdued by Nie Feng.

"Is this the general source?"

At this time, Nie Feng suppressed the red beads, put them in the palm of his hand, looked carefully, and immediately found that the inside of the beads penetrated mountains, rivers, vegetation, and there was a kind of pounding momentum, which was revealed.

Originally, the original pearl is so powerful that it is difficult to be suppressed and subdued, but Nie Feng's energy quality is very high. In addition, his breath of life is very noble and has the power to deter everything.

So, it took all my strength to subdue the red beads.

"Next, it's time to deal with the other half of the source!"

Nie Feng put away the origin pearl, and as soon as his spirit moved, he summoned out the town's stone tablet. This is the essence of the Daluo Fairy Mansion. It has saved Nie Feng's life and followed Nie Feng for a long time.

Hum!

As soon as the town's stone tablet appeared, Nie Feng penetrated his spirit and immediately came to a vast world. The world is so great that it almost made Nie Feng get lost in it.

"Rumble..."

Just as Nie Feng carefully observed the world, suddenly, the whole world began to collapse and begin to destroy, and the vast continent was split into countless pieces.

Among them, there are 3,000 pieces, with a huge area, and it breeds extremely powerful life.

"Are these three thousand worlds?"

Nie Feng suddenly realized that this scene was the scene where the flood broke up and turned into three thousand worlds and countless small worlds. "It turns out that the heart of origin is in the town's stone tablet."

A clear understanding rose from Nie Feng's mind.