In Jingshui Temple, the atmosphere of the city fluctuates layer by layer, making the courtyard and the temple look lightly radiant.

Chen Feng, whose body was twisted in the air, was supported by the pure domineering intention, just like a thirsty traveler in a long-dried desert, discovering a clear spring water. His body and soul greedily absorbed the pure domineering intention. While feeling the amplitude, his mind also relaxed a lot.

The pressure of the seventy-two shrines decreased, and Chen Feng's body, which was churning in pain in the air, began to fall down into the courtyard of Jingshui Temple. After falling gently on the ground, his twisted body was still pulling.

"It seems to be successful. I didn't expect that the fusion of the return to the source of the seal is so dangerous. This is still the stability of the Ancient Art of Fan. If it were other monks, they would have been destroyed long ago!" The ancient tree stumps stuck in the ground of the courtyard were filled with crisp sounds, excitement and surprise.

Chen Feng, whose body twisted gradually calmed down, began to gradually recover under the nourishment of the pure spiritual liquid overflowing from the wilted bracelets of small stone gourds.

Although the seventy-two seal marks were still circulating on Chen Feng's skin, giving people a feeling of being locked, they no longer caused unbearable pressure on his body and soul.

With the seventy-two seals, they gradually blended with Chen Feng's body and soul breath, and even showed a tendency to slowly hide in his body.

After the body collapsed and returned to the source, Chen Feng's skin at this time was more tough than before, with a faint shiny oily light.

With that bulging muscle, even in his weak state, it still brings pressure to people's face.

"Damn the tree stump. You almost hurt me. I would have known that I would have introduced the return mark into my body. It would be so dangerous. I would not be deceived by you no matter what I say..." Chen Feng, who was lying on the ground, seemed to have been shut up for a long time, gasping for breath, and moaning.

"Including the seal of Zhenyu into your body is an opportunity that even the powerful monks in the universe cannot reach. It would be fine if you are not grateful to Xin'er. Don't whine there." Seeing that Chen Feng was fine, the ancient tree stump became tough and had no idea of ​​doing something wrong.

"Damn it, it's not the ancient technique that originated from the realm of the universe's origin, it's just a faint seal. To put it bluntly, it's just a pirated product, and this is taking risks with your life." Chen Feng's tone was filled with fear. He couldn't even stand up even when he lay on the ground.

"Eternal life, return to the source, the true form of the three ancient ancient techniques of the ancient world, is not something you can guess, but even if it is just a faint mark, it is very valuable. In time, the changes that these two types of world marks can produce may be beyond your expectations." The crisp sound of the ancient tree stumps exuded a strong sense of expectation.

"Stop being mysterious there. I just want to know what benefits these thirty-six marks of return to the source can provide me." Chen Feng asked annoyedly at the ancient tree stump.

"This return to the source mark can provide you with many benefits, but now you have just collected the thirty-six marks into your body. It will take a period of time to nourish it. When you can control the return to the source mark like the ancient marks of the ancient marks, you can benefit from the wonderful uses of the thirty-six marks." The ancient tree stump seemed very good, and I don't know if it was because Chen Feng had survived the crisis or for another reason.

"Without the support of cultivation resources, otherwise after this break, I can become stronger. Even if I hit the late stage of the Golden Pill, it may not be impossible." After feeling his own state, Chen Feng couldn't help but think in his heart that it was a pity.

The spiritual liquid overflowing from the small stone gourd of the dry bracelet was still accumulated by using the treasure to absorb the spiritual power of the fossil clouds before. However, now the dry bracelet is in danger, and the help Chen Feng can get is very limited.

Three of the four high-level spirit stones left by Wu Qingqing have consumed, and Chen Feng has to take care of the remaining one from time to time.

As for the top-grade spirit stone, Chen Feng was reluctant to use it. It was something equivalent to an immortal stone.

After two transactions with the woman in the Liuxian Realm, Chen Feng had already deeply felt that even if this top-quality spirit stone is placed in a high-level plane, it is definitely a hard currency.

If Chen Feng could get the nourishment of the soul and participate in the nourishment of the common people, he would have benefited greatly at this time. Unfortunately, in order to protect Tu Dashou's soul and body, he could no longer have hoped for the two kinds of rare treasures.

"Xin'er, you should have absorbed some spiritual power from the Silent Monument. How about giving me some?" Chen Feng's eyes rolled, and his attitude towards the ancient tree stump was much better.

"Do you want to ask Xin'er for help? You were still blaming me for harming you." The dense roots of the ancient tree stumps were pulled out of the ground and leaned towards Chen Feng.

"Anyway, you can't accumulate spiritual power now, and you don't have anything to accumulate. Even if you give me a little benefit, it's fine. The stronger I am, the stronger I can become a powerful competitor to the Qianxing Jingguan opportunity." Chen Feng looked expectant, lying on the ground but couldn't move his body.

"You won't go back on your word, right? At that time, I'm afraid that the situation in Mujing's sea area will be critical, and you won't even dare to go." The ancient tree stump asked solemnly.

"I will definitely do what I promised you, but according to my current cultivation level, I am afraid I can't do anything when facing the powerful people from all walks of life in the Lingxu Realm." Chen Feng was reserved, which was more like a threat to bargain.

"Xin'er hates being deceived the most. If you don't keep your word, I will definitely kill you myself." The ancient tree stump came to Chen Feng's figure, and dense roots connected to his body.

"Buzz~~~"

The pure spiritual power that emerged from the roots of ancient tree stumps was soon infused into Chen Feng's body, causing his muscles to swell and tighten, and his whole body began to gradually expand.

"If I had known that you had this trick, there would be nothing more to use to foster Soul Ginseng and Cangshengzhi. This is simply a despicable means to assist in cultivation!" Chen Feng's tone was filled with a sense of pleasure, and he received important supplies after breaking and then building.

"Pure spiritual power is difficult to replace spiritual medicine. Even if spiritual power continues to inject into your body, it will not produce a mysterious reaction. However, in terms of spiritual power, Xin'er can help you." The ancient tree stump said calmly.

Within less than half a stick of incense, the spiritual power infused into Chen Feng's body faded away. His body shape was no longer tied with muscles, and he had gained weight several times as if he was swollen.

"Do you want to achieve the goal of accumulating a lot of spiritual power by gaining weight? This is somewhat similar to that white-faced fat man!" The pure spiritual power of the ancient tree stumps was densely packed with roots and quickly got off Chen Feng.

"I finally caught up with you and I was in a good mood. Of course, I had to accumulate more spiritual power, but are you just that?" Chen Feng slapped his fat face, still looking dissatisfied.

"Are you so easy to extract the power of those powerful monks in the silent stone tablet? It's already great to have these in such a short time." The ancient tree stump quickly pierced the roots into the ground. The not-so-thick stump body did not reveal too much unusualness.

Just after Chen Feng included the return mark in his body, Luan Zikun's body had already collapsed. No valuable things were left.

After the ancient tree stump calmed down for a while, the gate of Jingshui Temple's courtyard was pushed open. The strange-looking old man Mingsheng walked in from outside the courtyard, obviously under the influence of the ancient aura of Zhenyu. He calmed down.

When the old nun entered the courtyard, she saw the ancient treasures scattered in the courtyard by Chen Feng, her face showed a little surprise.

"Wu Ming, how could you make this look?"

Looking at Chen Feng's bloated and fat body, the old nun asked him lightly.

"Some of these ancient treasures have just been obtained and are still difficult to control. I also want to try to accumulate more spiritual power. That's why some noise happened." Chen Feng, who was lying on the ground, seemed to be unable to get up, said with a embarrassed smile.

At this time, the seventy-two marks on Chen Feng's body had completely disappeared, and even the breath of Zhenyu disappeared.

If it weren't for the people from Ming Shengfeng, they would have lost consciousness by Zhenyu's ancient breath. Just looking at Chen Feng's appearance at this time, it would be hard to imagine that the previous terrifying fluctuations were caused by him.

At this time, there were many ancient treasures that the old nun could see in the courtyard, including the Dawn Treasure Bottle, the Star Opening Axe, the eleven instant needles, the small black clay jar, and the small clear flesh armor, flying knives, and bamboo slips placed on the sections of the ancient tree stump. You can tell that it is not an ordinary thing at a glance.

Even though he was calm and had seen many worlds, his expression was a bit strange when facing these ancient treasures in the courtyard.

"It's probably not possible for you to cause trouble like this. Although I don't know what you have used to make the people of Mingsheng Peak lose consciousness for a short time, if this continues, it will sooner or later be valued by those who are interested." The old nun adjusted his mind, shifted his eyes from the ancient treasures, and looked at Chen Feng.

"After coming to Mingsheng Peak, I lost my vigilance because of the leisurely and comfortable relationship here. I try not to cause such trouble in the future. Please forgive me." Chen Feng, who was lying on the ground, said with a trembling face.

"I hope so. Although the restrictions on the cloth can isolate some breath, they will also be isolated from nature. If you want to live a stable life, you must learn to restrain yourself." The old nun did not mean to pursue Chen Feng's mistake.

Chen Feng, who was quite obese, clumsyly got up from the ground and stood up to give people a feeling of bloatedness, but it seemed that he was less hostile and he seemed a little peaceful.

"Hurry up and put away these treasures. If you can't even control yourself, don't leave Jingshui Temple in the future. There is no conflict or competition in Mingsheng Peak." The old nun smeared her eyelids and turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

It was not until the old nun left that Chen Feng slowly put away the ancient treasures in the yard, and a comfortable smile appeared on his fat face.

Unlike other places, Chen Feng is quite at ease in Mingsheng Peak. He just puts something in the courtyard and is not worried about being spyed by others.

"Don't stay outside, but go back to the Blight of the Dead and Wild Pearl and extract the power of the powerful person sealed by the Silent Stone Monument. The opportunity is limited in Shengming Temple. Since you can't grab things, you have to dig out some of your own advantages. You can't lean on it with big eyes. Moreover, before the formation of the star constellation guarding thousands of stars, this period is very important to me." Chen Feng said to the inconspicuous ancient tree stump in the courtyard.

"You are just a cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Pill, which can allow you to absorb pure spiritual power, and it will be difficult for you to digest it in the short term." Although the ancient tree stump said this, it did not resist the black light emitted by the Dead Bead. It soon disappeared into the courtyard.

Seeing the things in the courtyard, there was no damage. Chen Feng then walked into the temple, sat down on the cushion in front of the Buddha statue, formed dry handprints with his hands and began to practice.

As time passes, many sisters who have temporarily lost consciousness in Mingsheng Peak have been awakened one after another.

Although he didn't know what happened, most of the people in Ming Shengfeng were surprised, under the arrangement of Ming Sheng Lao Ni, the strange incident caused by Chen Feng was quickly suppressed.

The Mingsheng Mountains, which are spring all year round, have been kept stable except for Chen Feng collecting the mark of returning to the source, which is always stable, just like the surging dark tide of thousands of mountains, and has nothing to do with this out of the world.

After a big battle in Muyu Forest, with the death of Jiang Tianlang and others, the small group of blood-colored longevity ginseng black robe disintegrated on the surface. Many people's discussions about Chen Feng gradually faded.

Five years passed by, and in the thousands of mountains, there was no real news about Chen Feng.

The Mingsheng Mountains are as always, as if five years have passed.

Contaminated by Zen and the peaceful aura of the Buddha Domain, Chen Feng, who was constantly offering support in Jingshui Temple, was like a fat Buddha, and his whole body seemed much warmer. Even if his cultivation level broke through to the late stage of the Golden Pill, he did not feel any sharp.

Sometimes when Ruan Yun comes to visit Chen Feng, she leaves with beautiful eyes with a smile on her face.

In five years, not only Ruan Yun was very satisfied with Chen Feng, but even the old man Mingsheng didn't expect that this demon, who was famous among the millions of mountains, would stay in Mingsheng Peak so quietly.

Unlike most cultivation sects, although Mingsheng's temple has many sisters, there are few intrigues, and there is no competitive competition.

As early as two years ago, Chen Feng got his wish and advanced to the late stage of the Golden Pill. Unlike before, his breakthrough was almost achieved overnight, and did not even cause any disaster.

Although his cultivation level broke through and was beyond Chen Feng's expectations, he still did not walk out of Jingshui Temple.

"Dong!Dong!Dong~~~"

In the temple, Chen Feng, wearing a generous monk's robe, sat in it almost like a small meat mountain, and even made people wonder whether his fat body could squeeze out the gate of the temple.

Although the wooden fish hammer seemed particularly small in Chen Feng's fat hands, his tapping was very calm.

If someone in the temple at this time, he would find that the evil look on Chen Feng's face had disappeared, and he had a peaceful atmosphere.

Even the old nun Mingsheng walked into the temple without affecting Chen Feng at all.

A butterfly was released from the old nun's hand, flew towards Chen Feng, landed on his shoulder, constantly stretching its butterfly wings.

"It's pretty good. Although it's just temporarily hidden the cruel and evil intentions in your heart, it's also a great improvement. Although your breath becomes more and more heavy and peaceful, it's still a good thing to go in seclusion, which has an impact on your mood and cultivation. If you feel that you can control yourself, you can go out for a walk." Ming Sheng Lao Ni showed a gratified smile on his face and said to Chen Feng, who was bloated and fertile in the temple.

"Really?"

Although Chen Feng's voice was calm, the butterfly on his shoulder flapped his wings and flew away.

"Relax a little more. Although doing whatever you want is also a way to practice your state of mind, your mentality also requires self-adjustment." The old nun comforted Chen Feng.

After taking a deep breath, as his mood was leisurely again, the flying butterfly fell back to Chen Feng's shoulders. Even if he smiled, he did not disturb him.

"In the past five years, you have secretly absorbed such a huge amount of spiritual power in Jingshui Temple. You have successfully advanced to the late stage of the Golden Pill. Isn't it that you have the intention to go out yet?" Ming Sheng Lao Ni asked Chen Feng with a smile.

"It's not the time, and it's quite good in this Jingshui Temple. If I go out, I'm afraid that my senior sisters and junior sisters of Ming Shengfeng will scare you." Chen Feng had no intention of leaving.

During these five years, except for Ruan Yun, the one who came to Jingshui Temple the most frequently was Ming Sheng Lao Ni, but she only mentioned it occasionally, and did not mean that Chen Feng was too influential.

"Since you don't want to go out, then forget it, stay in Jingshui Temple." Mingsheng Old Ni smiled, then turned around and left the temple.

"The return to the source mark has blended with your breath, and you should be able to move forward to the next step now, but you have to consider it. Once the wilted bracelet is affected by the ancient art of Zhenyu, it may be difficult to maintain its current power!" The ancient tree stump reminded Chen Feng in the mysterious stone chamber.

Compared to Chen Feng, who is now in a peaceful atmosphere, the ancient tree stumps have a cute sneaky feeling.

"Instead of waiting for the wrinkled bracelet to break, it is better to let this residual weapon return to the source. And if you want to find the other eighteen wrinkled pearls, you should not expect too much." Chen Feng's fat body gradually revealed thirty-six marks of return to the wrinkled bracelet on his right wrinkle, and began to tangle towards the wrinkled bracelet on his right wrinkle.

Amid the buzzing sound, Chen Feng's face showed a faint smile, and he watched the thirty-six marks returning to the source, which were connected to the dry bracelet.

"Ba!Ba!Ba~~~"

After being stained with the thirty-six roads of return to the source, the wilted bracelet actually showed a magnification and compression, and cracks continued to explode.

Feeling the ancient power of the withered bracelet gradually declined, but the breath became more and more solid. Chen Feng was not surprised at all. He just put down the small wooden fish hammer, sat cross-legged on the cushion, and began to practice.
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