Chapter 440 Ninety-nine Days

With the recovery of the meridians and internal organs in the body, Feng Xiaotian finally woke up leisurely, but found that he had a warm feeling all over his body. The meridians were extremely wide, and the thick true power kept flowing. The five internal organs had already been restored. The true qi of various attributes was hidden in it, and the previous pain disappeared. Flying, his whole body is full of strength, and his true strength is almost fifty times that before the disaster.

Feng Xiaotian was overjoyed. He thought that he was bound to disappear under this six- or nine-day disaster, but he didn't know that he had survived inexplicably, and his strength had increased so much.

Feng Xiaotian patted on the cliff with one hand, and fell into most of his body and flew out at once. I don't know when the Xuanwu fairy armor on his body had automatically retracted back into his body, but the ice silk clothes were silk, which was not covered and the spring light suddenly leaked.

As soon as the winged tiger saw Feng Xiaotian jumping out, it suddenly raised its head and screamed strangely. The pangolin was not willing to lag behind and jumped and screamed.

As soon as Feng Xiaotian saw the two monsters playing monsters, he looked down at himself. Naturally, he understood what was going on. His face turned red and he hurriedly gathered his true energy. He was shocked all over, and the rags on his body fell down.

The winged tiger and the pangolin suddenly widened their eyes and wanted to see their owner's naked appearance, but the blue light flashed. Feng Xiaotian's body was already a cyan gown. The speed was so fast that the two monsters did not see clearly, and there was a look of regret in their eyes. If they could speak, the two monsters were afraid that they had However, he sighed that the opportunity was rare again.

Feng Xiaotian naturally could see the thoughts of the two monsters and laughed and scolded, "You two evil obstacles, but you want to see my jokes. If I don't teach you a lesson, I'm afraid it's going to rebel!"

As soon as the words fell, Feng Xiaotian shook his body and arrived in front of the winged tiger and the pangolin. As soon as he raised his hand, two bursts popped up one after another. The winged tiger and the pangolin suddenly screamed and stepped back a few steps. His heart was extremely horrified. The two monsters obviously felt the strength of their masters after this disaster. It has reached the point that I can't reach it!

Feng Xiaotian was too lazy to pay attention to them. He sat on the cliff and checked the situation in his body. He saw that the true qi in his meridians was flowing like a sea. The true qi of the five attributes was in its own place, which contained the breath of destruction, and each of his cells seemed to be full of power.

Is this the feeling of the Mahayana period? Feng Xiaotian thought to himself that his six-nine-day disaster had finally passed safely. As long as there is another thousand years, he can fly to the fairyland.

Just when Feng Xiaotian was complacent, he suddenly found that something was wrong. He suddenly looked up and found that the clouds that should have dissipated long ago were still floating above his head and slowly gathered.

"Ah? Why is this situation? Is it possible that I haven't finished this disaster yet? No, I have crossed a rare six or nine-day disaster in ten thousand years. This should be some other special situation!" Feng Xiaotian was slightly surprised and thought to himself.

Although the strength of the winged tiger and the pangolin is much inferior to that of Feng Xiaotian, they are extremely sensitive as wild beasts. Naturally, they also find the strangeness of the sky. The two monsters looked at each other, understood the meaning in their eyes, and tacitly slipped back into the distance.

Feng Xiaotian ignored the two monsters. In order to test whether the disaster cloud was coming for himself, he suddenly disappeared in place, and then appeared on a hill a hundred feet away.

Above this mountain is the temporary habitat of more than a dozen white-headed vulture kings. Seeing Feng Xiaotian suddenly appear in front of him, he thought that Feng Xiaotian remembered that his birds attacked him in the chaotic array. Now he is here to revenge, and now Feng Xiaotian is no different from the gods in their hearts. How dare to fight against it? Qi Qi fluttered his wings and flew away in panic.

Feng Xiaotian didn't have the heart to care about these white-headed vulture kings, but stared closely at the disaster clouds on that day.

Feng Xiaotian saw that he had just stood on the cliff here, and the clouds over there began to move and floated quickly towards the place where Feng Xiaotian stood. In an instant, he gathered again above Feng Xiaotian's head.

"Ah? Is this disaster really not over yet? Isn't it said that the six-nine-day disaster is a disaster that will not be encountered in ten thousand years? Can I encounter the most terrible nine-nine-day disaster in the legend in the world of cultivation? Feng Xiaotian looked at the clouds in the sky and said suspiciously.

Thinking of this, Feng Xiaotian did not dare to neglect him. You should know that the power of the last blow in the six-nine-day disaster just now almost extinguished him. You should know that the remaining three-nine and twenty-seven lightnings, according to common sense, the weakest first lightning should be more powerful than the last one in the six-nine-nine-day disaster. After that, the remaining 27 lightnings are probably the biggest threat since my cultivation.

It seems that in order to confirm Feng Xiaotian's conjecture, the black clouds on his head, which had already faded a little in color, have become much thicker, and black clouds are still surging from all around the sky, constantly adding to the middle of the clouds, strengthening the momentum of the clouds.

"God, are you going to kill me? Humph, I'm sure I won't let you succeed! Come on, let's see what you can do to me, thief God, if you don't kill me, I will definitely stir up your fairyland until I fly to the fairyland!" Feng Xiaotian raised his head and pointed to the sky and scolded angrily. At this time, he would not think that he would really turn the whole fairyland upside down like what he said today, making many high-ranking immortals miserable!

And the clouds in the sky seemed to hear the roar of Feng Xiaotian and couldn't help rolling up, and a faint thunder rumbled.

Although Feng Xiaotian was arrogant, his heart was extremely solemn. After hearing the thunder, he knew that the seventh round of heavenly disaster was about to begin, but he did not dare to neglect it. Instead, he quickly read the magic formula. The lock mountain ring, which had just saved his life, flew out again and emitted thousands of green lights to cover Feng Xiaotian. Among them, the good is that although the power of the heavenly disaster must have been further strengthened, the strength of Feng Xiaotian has also made great progress in the previous six or nine heavenly disasters. As a fairy weapon, the power that can be exerted is also greater.

Of course, in order to ensure that in case, Feng Xiaotian or Xuanwu fairy armor is also summoned, and the golden light shines all over the body, and the power on the body is also amazing.

With these two fairy weapons to protect himself, Feng Xiaotian's heart has calmed down a little. Although he has never heard of anyone who can survive under the Ninety-nine Heavens, no one has ever owned two fairy weapons before. Besides, he still has a Sakyamuni Pagoda that is not useful. Maybe he will really send it. If you have a miracle and survived these ninety-nine days, maybe you can pass your brother Xue and become the first master in the world of cultivation.

At this time, the cloud continued to roll, and the dark color slowly turned bright red, which covered the whole sky like a huge blood shadow. Not to mention the winged tigers, pangolin and more than a dozen white-headed vulture kings around, even the monsters in the whole southern wilderness are extremely strong. Under the pressure of the fierce heaven and earth, he trembled and dared not move.

And some strange people who are hidden in the southern wilderness also know themselves. They all close the door of the cave for fear of causing any disaster.

After the rob cloud rolled a cup of tea, no new rob cloud was added, but began to gather together. Feng Xiaotian had already had the experience of crossing the disaster. He knew that the smaller the gathering of the cloud, the more powerful the lightning would be, and a heart had already been raised to his throat.

The cloud gathered smaller and smaller, and soon compressed to the original size, and it was red and shiny, like a huge red disk upside down in mid-air.

"Finally, it's coming, heavenly disaster, heavenly disaster. Since it's inevitable from heaven, let me fight with this God before flying to the fairyland!" Feng Xiaotian was silent, got rid of distracting thoughts, and thought about it boldly. Thinking about it, the purple light flashed in his hand, and the light sword appeared immediately. He was not ready to wait for death. Since he wanted to fight against the disaster, he had to take the initiative to attack.

Thinking of this, Feng Xiaotian's power soared, and the purple light of the tip of the sword swallowed. A pair of warlike eyes stared at the clouds tightly, and his eyes were full of unyielding and arrogance!

And there began to flash electric light in the cloud. In an instant, it turned into a blood-red lightning and wandered back and forth in the cloud. This lightning was different from the previous lightning, as if there was life. It kept swimming in the cloud, just like a cheetah looking for a flaw in its prey. Once it was found, it would take advantage of it. Bite it up and prepare for a fatal blow.

Feng Xiaotian did not move, as quiet as a virgin, staring coldly at the flashing lightning in the disaster cloud, and there was already a huge power all over his body, as if it were connected with the whole mountain.

After the blood-red lightning swam through the clouds, it seemed that it did not find any flaws in Feng Xiaotian's body. Finally, it roared unwillingly and chopped down at Feng Xiaotian's head with a terrible "clap" sound.

Seeing this, Feng Xiaotian's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes were bright, but he not only did not avoid it, but went up to the air in the direction of blood-red lightning, and shouted loudly: "Good luck! Look at the little master's secret to the sky!"

Feng Xiaotian's body suddenly turned into a huge purple sword, which was mixed with Taoist golden light, and the periphery was fluorescent green light, rushing to the blood-red lightning without hesitation!