"Boom~~~"

Chen Feng's weight suddenly released, not only shaking the medium of a space, but also swaying the black catastrophe cloud energy that covered his body, like a messy wind of silk.

Seeing the ground of Xuanying Valley, there were cracks like spider-webs, and nine mysterious cherry trees trembled. The countless pink black cherry blossoms on it all fell off and were pulled by Chen Feng's figure. Ji Xuanji couldn't help but look mournful on his face.

At this time, the old man with a burnt appearance was even a little regretful and arranged Chen Feng in Xuanying Valley.

"It's really amazing. He used his physical body to resist the heavenly tribulation, and then refined his body, and did not even explode the spiritual energy resistance in his body. It seems that he should still have the strength." The mushroom-headed girl exclaimed strangely.

"He has no spiritual energy available. At this time, his spiritual energy has gathered in the qi sea of ​​dantian. It is quite difficult to produce golden elixir seeds, let alone resist the heavenly tribulation." The fierce fat man looked like he didn't want Chen Feng to be good.

"I used to think that a cultivator like him would create a vision of the qi sea of ​​dantian in advance. I didn't expect that he would choose to condense the simplest golden elixir seeds. It seems that he is likely to have to follow the ordinary golden elixir path!" Ji Xuanji's old face was slightly unexpected.

"Master Xuanji, I wonder if you have discovered that the negative energy of Jieyun did not enter his sea of ​​consciousness. His consciousness power and soul seem to be different from that of most cultivators..." Wu Mofei reminded curiously.

"That's because his sea of ​​consciousness has been closed, and his soul and ** are blending. He should be practicing to prove the truth with his strength and achieve the Great Perfection Body." Ji Xuanji observed Chen Feng for a while and said something surprised the fierce fat man.

As the upper dantian of a cultivator, the soul sea of ​​consciousness can be said to be unfathomable and changeable. The power of consciousness will also create infinite possibilities, and few monks can make up their minds to close the sea of ​​consciousness.

Moreover, the thing of closing the sea of ​​consciousness is not something that ordinary monks can do. Even the mighty powerful people in the spiritual void world have almost no such ability.

Chen Feng, who had swallowed the negative energy of Jieyun, has begun to gradually stabilize.

Apart from releasing the spiritual liquid accumulated in the wilted bracelet, Chen Feng did not show any other means.

The Thirty-Six Path Ancient Seals are hidden in Chen Feng’s **, trying to ensure the purity of his soul, and never appear on the surface of his body. He purifies the negative energy of the Tribulation Cloud and allows the Tribulation Cloud to erode the Tribulation and Spiritual Yuan.

The golden elixir seeds in the dantian Qi sea collapsed, and the surging spiritual essence was re-introduced into the meridians. They were constantly refined by the energy of the robbery clouds according to the great circulation of the dry and wilted meridians.

As for Yun Yuechan and others who had died at Chen Feng's hands, they were completely ignored by him.

Chen Feng was not afraid when these people were alive, let alone being wiped out.

The refined spiritual essence gathered again into Chen Feng's dantian Qi sea, and finally condensed into a brilliant golden elixir seed the size of soybeans during the pulsation and compression.

When Chen Feng's body was flowing with fierce lightning, hidden in his eyes, the black chaotic clouds were also absorbed by the feeling of hunger and thirst that was revealed.

The strange phenomena between heaven and earth gradually dissipated, and the hidden sunlight shone down, sweeping away the haze of Xuantian Peak, without any sense of disaster.

Except for the bare nine Xuan Cherry trees and the ground of Xuan Cherry Valley was weighed by Chen Feng and the like cracks like a spider-web, the entire Xuantian Peak was not damaged at all.

After the tribulation, Chen Feng had a hidden spiritual charm on his left wrist. There was no interruption. The wrinkled bracelet still released the innate spiritual liquid, which was offered to his dry **.

I found that Chen Feng's wrinkled cucumber was like a dead tree in spring, and began to radiate a strong vitality. The fat man with a fierce face couldn't help but show his unwilling appearance.

"It seems that he has really entered the Tongxuan period..."

Wu Mofei, who deduced Chen Feng's affairs, sighed faintly.

"It is really amazing that a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage can attack Tongxuan and cause the inner demon tribulation!" Seeing the negative energy leaking from Chen Feng*, which turned into a dense small head, and biting it with Xiasha, Ji Xuanji took a deep breath and said.

Facing the dense and small heads and eating his own skull, Chen Feng looked calm and without a trace of panic.

"Buzz~~~"

With Chen Feng's fist suddenly clenched his right hand, the terrifying power of the body of the sky caused a rippling force, which directly shattered countless black heads and drifted in the wind.

"I just broke into Tongxuan Period and encountered such a small heavenly tribulation. It seems that the path of cultivation is really difficult to walk." Chen Feng sighed in his heart.

Although improving his cultivation caused the heavenly tribulation, Chen Feng** and Lingyuan were also baptized and more condensed.

Speaking of which, Chen Feng has been practicing for a long time, and he has also paid a considerable price to enter the important cultivation level of Tongxuan Period.

The foundation for creating immortality is a huge burden for Chen Feng, and even gives him a feeling of pulling a big cart.

This time, Chen Feng was able to advance to the Tongxuan period, and he was also mixed with all kinds of feelings. Looking at his hands, he had not moved in the Xuanying Valley for a long time.

Until the feeling of hunger and thirst that was like a hungry ghost disappeared, Chen Feng practiced the first level of the body supporting the sky, and the magical power of the star-borne texture achieved became clearer and made him look extremely strange.

When Chen Feng's terrifying weight was reduced, the spiritual liquid accumulated in the wrinkled bracelet was consumed so much that it was left. The spiritual charm released on his left wrist gradually faded.

After Ji Xuanji discovered that Chen Feng was not seriously injured, he did not come forward to congratulate him, but smiled and left the place where Xuan Ying Valley was silently.

For Ji Xuanji, Chen Feng's tribulation period was a squeezing his heart to his throat. Fortunately, no one took this opportunity to take action, otherwise the old man was even a little unimaginable.

Previously, two elders, Chu Yuan and Yan Tong, said their departed one after another. Although Ji Xuanji speculated that the two might have been for the incident in the forbidden area of ​​the Holy Abyss, they were still quite cautious.

With Ji Xuanji's cultivation level in the late stage of Guiyuan, he can clearly feel the power of Chu Yuan and Yan Tong.

In Ji Xuanji's view, Chu Yuan was at least a strong man in the life and death realm bathing calamity period, and the happy old man Yan Tong was probably stronger in his own cultivation than the young Chu Yuan.

In contrast, Chen Feng, Wu Mofei, and the fierce fat man Mao San are much weaker in their own cultivation.

Chen Feng had just entered the early stage of Tongxuan. As for Wu Mofei and Mao San, he was just a late stage of Tongxuan cultivator, but Ji Xuanji did not see anything clearly about the three of them because their cultivation was low.

Even though Ji Xuanji is just the nominal sect leader of Xuanming Sect, through various understandings, it can be confirmed that Chen Feng and the other two must have extremely terrible means.

The power of vitality was surging. Chen Feng, who had survived the heavenly tribulation, looked up at the fierce fat man in the air, and a sneer appeared on his face, as if he did not take it too seriously.

“Hehe~~~”

Facing Chen Feng's gaze, Mao Sanfei forced a smile on her face and quickly retreated from Xuanying Valley.

"Are you here to find me?"

Waving a bunch of mysterious cherry blossoms that had lost all their spirituality. Chen Feng glanced at the mushroom-headed girl and said.

"I want to know about Cangbi City..."

Wu Mofei fell into the valley, revealing a little indescribable weakness.

"I'm afraid I can't help you, because I don't know much about the real situation in Cangbi City." Chen Feng looked sincere and decisively rejected the mushroom-headed girl.

In the Western Ancient regions, it is rare for women with a hairstyle like mushroom head. Most women have long hair tied up, and Wu Mofei's mushroom head makes Chen Feng a little strange.

Although he thought about it early in the morning that it was probably not easy to get the situation of Cangbi City in Chen Feng's mouth, Wu Mofei still didn't know what to do after being rejected by the man in front of him.

"You should be from the Tianwu Dynasty. The Wu clan who controls the super dynasty still doesn't know that there is no way. Do you think that with me, a minor cultivator who barely enters the Tongxuan stage, will have greater ability?" After Chen Feng smiled bitterly, he had already walked into the waterfall in the valley, and there was no intention of having too many intersections with the mushroom-headed girl.

"Will you stay in Xuanming Sect forever?"

The mushroom-headed girl almost shouted, asking Chen Feng who was rumbling on the sound of the waterfall.

"Of course, I have lived here for a while. It's still very good." Chen Feng's faint smile appeared in the valley, revealing his affirmation.

Seeing Chen Feng sitting cross-legged on an oval rock in the waterfall pool, allowing the surging water of the waterfall to destroy the black outfit, the mushroom-headed girl quickly turned around, and her cute and charming face showed anger.

Unlike Chen Feng, who soon calmed down after the tribulation, the entire Xuantian Peak monks were all touched and speculated about who caused such a terrible strange phenomenon in the world.

However, due to the restraint of the old man in gray robe, until this time, the disciples of Xuanming Sect could not understand the reason for the manifestation of the heavenly tribulation.

Most people in Xuanming Sect, including the fierce fat man Mao San, do not know Chen Feng’s true identity and know little about him.

Compared with the passage of time, Chen Feng's tribulation can only be regarded as a small episode. Without causing damage to Xuantian Peak, it will eventually become a past, and is regarded as a puzzled situation by some people and is gradually buried in memory.

Year after year, although the nine mysterious cherry trees in Xuanying Valley reopened countless pink cherry blossoms, the days did not change significantly for the quiet Xuanming Sect's cultivation life.

The preaching of Xuanzhu Fa Cliff is still continuing. During the day, some disciples of Xuanming Sect can still show up and become completely quiet at night.

Since the Xuanming Sect’s worship hall recruited elders, the Ming sect of Xuanming Sect has no longer participated in external affairs. If it had not interrupted the selection of new disciples, it would have been no different from the closed mountain gate.

In the past two years, except for the few inner disciples who went out to travel and selected Miaozi, most of the old disciples of Xuanming Sect had never left Xuantian Forest.

On the sunny Xuantian Palace Square, Ji Xuanji and the old man in gray robe Yang Zhi played chess with a relaxed look on his face.

Looking at the rolling sea of ​​clouds in the distance, Ji Xuanji let out a sigh and smiled: "It seems that Gu Yuan's incident has finally been passed. In nearly three years, the four new priests in the sect are extremely quiet, which is a bit beyond my expectations!"

"Isn't that the case for cultivation? Day after day, year after year, as the senior brother of the sect said, there is nothing worth watching in our Xuanming Sect!" Yang Zhi, an old man in the gray robe, smiled faintly, and no longer the nervousness that Chen Feng and others had when they first arrived at Xuanming Sect.

"The heroes of the Great Xia Dynasty competed. The battle between the two realms and demons in the forbidden area of ​​the Holy Abyss has been difficult to distinguish in the past two years. The world outside is so chaotic, and it is impossible for our Xuanming Sect to maintain peace for a long time. After all, those four people will not continue to practice like this..." Seeing a handsome young man coming from a distance, Ji Xuanji decisively kept silent.

"Master, Junior Sister Xinlan wants to ask to see you?"

After a while, the handsome young man in black robe came to the ugly old man and bowed slightly to ask.

"I didn't expect that girl Xinlan hasn't given up yet. Is the rights and identity in the world that matter so important?" Ji Xuanji's burnt old face showed a hint of emotion.

"If you don't advance, you will retreat. Now that the heroes of the Great Xia Dynasty are rising together, if our Xuanming Sect does not do anything, we are afraid that we will lose great opportunities. Not to mention the endless mountains of the Great Xia Dynasty, even the Sixteen Prefectures of Luoyan, there are many opportunities. I heard that among the Sixteen Prefectures of Luoyan, there are already many cultivation sects that have taken advantage of the situation to rise." Yang Zhi, an old man in gray robe, hesitated and persuaded him.

"Let Xinlan come here."

Ji Xuanji nodded with a gaze, as if he had some concerns.

"Ge Zhanning is becoming more and more stable. Speaking of which, he is about the same age as Chen Feng. He is now a cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Pill, and has the magical power of the Dark Destruction Thunder. It was really a great gain for the sect when he found him in the Shengqiong Dynasty. I think this child is not worse than Chen Feng." The old man in the gray robe had no concealment at all.

"Thunder Spirit is simply considered to be the best spiritual root, and it has a very rare encounter with innate magical power roots. However, compared with the monsters Chen Feng and others, Zhan Ning is still a little worse." Ji Xuanji said with a little regret.

"In recent years, many low-level powerful cultivators have appeared in the Western Ancient region. The strong figures of this generation of future generations will surely have fierce collisions. I just don't know who is the strongest among them!" The old man in gray robe faintly sighed that he was replaced.

"Low-level cultivators are also divided into many types. Cultivators such as Ruan Yun, Qiao Xueqing, and Yuan Miaoqi are already famous powerful people. They are only able to re-cultivate for the beginning of their practice because of some special opportunities. People like them are still different from Chen Feng." Ji Xuanji said with some slightest point.

"This is true. Although there are many terrifying low-level monks in the ancient Western region, some of them have more or less relationships with Chen Feng. Once these people gather together, they will definitely be a fighting force that cannot be underestimated." In the gaze of Elder Yang Zhi, a beautiful girl was already led by Ge Zhanning from the mountain road.

“Master…”

The girl came close to her and had a blessing, and the breath of water spirit roots in the middle stage of the Golden Pill is extremely heavy.

If Chen Feng was on the square of Xuantian Palace at this time, he would recognize that this girl was the daughter of Yan Qianqiu, the lord of Cangbi City.

At Qianqufeng, Chen Feng had a relationship with Yan Xinlan, but with the destruction of the Great Yan Dynasty, Yan Qianqiu had already suffered damage in the war. If Yan Xinlan had not joined Xuanming Sect early, it would have been difficult for him to protect himself.

"Xinlan, you have been in the middle stage of the Golden Pill for several years, and you have not made any progress since then. Can you feel at ease after becoming a powerful Golden Pill cultivator?" The ugly old man glanced at the girl, his tone was slightly low.

"Xinlan knew her mistake. Since the turmoil of the Great Xia Dynasty, I have indeed neglected a lot in my practice..." The beautiful girl nodded and lowered her eyebrows, without any intention of refuting.

"After the burial of ancient times, the Wu clan of the Daxia Dynasty did appear to be lonely, but this is enough to remind you that behind the prosperity of a dynasty, it is ultimately supported by the mighty powerful tyrant who is turning hands to make clouds and hands, and with your mid-stage Jindan cultivation, what can you get and what can you use to support your **?" Ji Xuanji stood up and looked into the distance with his hands behind his back, leaving the girl with an old back.

Hearing the old man's words, Yan Xinlan's delicate body shook slightly, she opened her red lips, and did not speak for a long time.

"Whether the sect can provide you with help is not the final decision. As a disciple of Xuanming Sect, you should be very clear that such major events involving the rise and fall of the sect are determined by the Elders Pavilion and the Enjoyment Hall. If you cannot convince the elders of the sect, it is best to stop the idea of ​​restoring the Great Yan Dynasty." Ji Xuanji sighed and waved to the girl.

"Senior Brother, why did you deliberately mention the offering of the sacrificial hall? Xuanming Sect has been calm for nearly three years. Do you still have any concerns about those four people?" After Ge Zhanning left with the girl, the old man in gray robe asked Ji Xuanji.

"After all, I am a living person, how could I stay quiet all the time? I think after more than two years of precipitation, some people will not be able to withstand loneliness and move out. Instead of waiting for the coming changes, it is better to take the initiative to guide and notify everyone in the sect that the trial selection of the Blood and Bone Land will be held in Xuantian Square tomorrow." Ji Xuanji's arrangement surprised the old man in gray robe Yang Zhi.

"Senior brother, our Ming Sect has been in nearly a hundred years and has not been selected for the blood and bone trial. This decision not only involves the safety of the Ming Sect entering the Blood and Bone Land Sect, but also has a lot to do with the Hidden Sect. Do you really need to do this?" Yang Zhi confirmed with some concern.

Ji Xuanji nodded without hesitation: "I also notify the four new entourage elders that the sect has recruited many new disciples with good qualifications in the past two years. Instead of letting curiosity and speculation spread in the sect, it is better to take this opportunity to make all these new entrants appear."

"Since the worship hall recruited the worship elders, some elite disciples in the sect have complained. In addition, the worship elders have not shown up for a long time, and some doubts are even more awesome. I am afraid that something will happen if I hold the trial of the Blood and Bones!" The old man in gray robe clenched his fists, as if he was a little nervous.

"Why are the real strong men afraid of challenges? In the face of powerful strength, all doubts will disappear. I believe in the power of the four new priests in the worship hall." Ji Xuanji comforted with a faint smile.
Chapter completed!