Driven by a man like a porcupine, the paper scroll was filled with precious light, like a rising sun rising from the mist, illuminating all directions, making Zhongnan Mountain stained with golden light, as if it was about to be ignited.

"Let's start!" Master Feng whispered: "Please give me a seal of Suiren!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Zhu took a deep breath, raised his hand and condensed Wushuang true energy on his right arm. The flames flew and turned into red fire crystals, crystal clear and difficult to see directly.

At the same time, a golden light appeared and wrapped around his right arm, which was similar to the golden light that Master Feng injected into Meng Xuan's body before. It was the so-called power of merit.

There are three kinds of powers in this world that are extremely strange, mysterious and mysterious. One is the power of faith. Those who cannot use it are useless, while those who are good at using it are omnipotent.

The second is the power of merit, which cannot be attacked or defended. It can be changed and unpredictable, or it can be upright and upright to defend evil.

The third is the power of luck. This power cannot be explained clearly. If you get it, even if you are an ant, you can be born inexplicably. If you lose it, even if you are the peak power between heaven and earth, you can be killed inexplicably.

These people can actually use the power of merit, and Master Feng can actually extract the power of merit. Among them, it is magical. Yang Fanhai just thought about it and found it incredible.

Yang Zhu condensed the golden light and red light. After a moment, she punched the four-legged tripod. The flames were wrapped around the golden light, turning into patterns that intertwined with the principles. In a few breaths, a flame pattern was already left on the scroll.

"Please give me the seal of the Chao family!" Master Feng said again.

Zhao Lei raised his hand, the wind gathered like snow, sticking together one by one, and soon a feather sword condensed. The gray light came from all directions, intertwined with the golden light and condensed on the feather sword.

The feather sword waved, and a sword light bombarded the scroll. When the gray light and golden light dissipated, a big roc brand was left on the scroll.

"Cangjie seal is welcome!"

"I'm welcome to seal the Ziyi family!"

As Master Feng came one by one, Song Zhe and Meng Xuan fought one by one, leaving a mark on the scroll, a flute and a handful of ice.

The four patterns were printed on the scroll, separated by four corners, and instantly they shone together. In the flash of golden light, they began to rotate on the scroll, making loud roars, like the sound of the way of heaven.

"I'm welcome to the Virgin Seal!" Master Feng shouted loudly.

The Nuwa next to the four-legged tripod held the mysterious light in his hand and condensed the true energy. The golden light whistled in it, which was the infinite merit.

According to rumors, before becoming a saint, Nuwa was respected as Emperor Wa by the world because of her strength, but because of her great compassion. She calmed down the wars and made contributions to human creation, and then made up for the shortcomings of the heavens and resolved the disasters in the prehistoric world... There are countless such things.

The merits of Nuwa are unparalleled in the world. At one time, Taoist ancestor Hongjun even made him feel embarrassed, allowing him to exchange great merits for the position of saints, and thus resolve them.

Even if most of the merits were lost for the position of saint, the great merits that Nuwa gathered at this time still made people feel terrifying, and they had exceeded the countless of the four people in total.

The mysterious light and merits condensed, and after they dissipated, they left the mark of half human and half snake.

When he saw Master Feng raise his hand, he also slapped his palm. The dark light was like rain, and it was printed on the scroll. Yang Fanhai looked carefully. He didn't expect Master Feng to take action, so he naturally wanted to see what kind of mark Master Feng would leave.

After the mysterious light disappeared, the scroll was like Nuwa, leaving half of the human and half snake marks on it.

Two marks are one on the left and one on the right, one on the right, one on the right, one on the opposite side, just like yin and yang, and the light is radiant in an instant and it also rotates. It is like living, swimming slowly on this pattern, like the echo of heaven and earth, born in response to the Tao.

With these six patterns, the scroll is no longer as simple as a scroll. It condenses immeasurable merits, as if it condenses the supreme golden body, thunder is furious, and suddenly it seems as if the entire Zhongnan Mountain is roaring.

The man like a porcupine waved his hands repeatedly, and turned into countless marks, condensing the treasures in the roaring and thunder. When the golden light dissipated, the Xuanyin stopped, and the light in the four-legged tripod was gathered, and the scroll of the picture had already fallen with a roar.

Master Feng raised his hand and put the scroll in his hand.

Lord Lu Ya asked, "Is the picture of the Supreme Saint Master ah has been refined?"

"No!" Master Feng shook his head and said, "This treasure can only be considered to be mostly refined. There is still a shortage of Pan's ancient seal. You can only wait for your elder brother to add it after he comes back to be considered to be a perfect merit."

While speaking, he taught Yang Fanhai the scroll in his hand: "You hold it for me, don't take it out easily."

Yang Fanhai nodded and hurriedly wrapped the picture. He moved his heart and took out the map of mountains, rivers and country drawn by Master Feng and handed it to him. Since the parties involved were all there, there was no need to speak by themselves.

Master Feng didn't say much, and used his true energy to send the scroll to Nuwa: "I have already gone to Ting Xiuqing to meet him, and she also agreed to repaint the map of the mountains, rivers and the country, and give it to me. There is not much time left."

Nuwa didn't say much, and took out a picture of the mountains, rivers and the country that was fascinating the world. She handed it to Master Feng with her true energy, and then collected the imitated mountains, rivers and the country.

When Yang Fanhai saw it, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere in Zhongnan Mountain was very strange, but he really couldn't understand it. Seeing these strange people with extraordinary identities, they seemed to be extremely afraid of Master Feng, but they seemed to be mainly Master Feng in everything. Even if they asked for a magical object like the map of mountains, rivers, and country, they would not hesitate.

After collecting the map of mountains, rivers and country, Master Feng said to the few people: "Things are done as planned. You have prepared early and notified Jian Mingsheng and Jiang Chengzi. Once you take action, it will be a thunder blow and there will be no turning around."

Then he said to Yang Fanhai: "Are you going with me or going back to Zhengcheng by yourself?"

"Go with your master!" Yang Fanhai replied hurriedly.

Master Feng nodded and left without saying much to those people. After Yang Fanhai hurriedly saluted everyone, he followed behind him.

Looking at Yang Fanhai's back, Yang Zhu suddenly smiled and said, "It's really interesting that he can teach this guy so politely!"

"Anyone who experiences the six realms of reincarnation may have a major change in their temperament." Lu Yadaojun said softly: "That's true for him, and so is Emperor Xuanyuan."

Zhao Lei looked at Lu Ya and said, "Our breath is hard to cover up and we can no longer go out. We can only leave the rest of the matter to you."

"I understand!" Lu Yadaojun smiled slightly and left.

Leaving Zhongnan Mountain and passing Wa Palace again, under Yang Chan's relentless gaze, Yang Fanhai followed Master Feng back.

Without any use of his magical powers to go back to Panshan, Master Feng floated on the water and took Yang Fanhai to Jiuzhou slowly.

After half a month of traveling, Yang Fanhai finally couldn't help asking: "Master Feng, who are they?"

Suiren, Youchao, Cangjie... These names once shocked the world, but he felt that there seemed to be another hidden truth in it. These people may not be as simple as being expressed, or they have other identities.

Master Feng did not answer directly, but said lightly: "A group of people who are unwilling to be walking corpses."

Seeing that Master Feng didn't want to answer, Yang Fanhai hesitated for a moment and asked again: "What is the ultimate realm?"

The things in Zhongnan Mountain made him confused. He didn't remember much clearly, and there were the so-called extreme realm.

He felt that the people inside were very strong, and the strong would definitely not react when they heard the weak, but when they heard the extreme realm, their faces changed drastically. He had only heard of the Immortal King, the Emperor, and even the Supreme, but he did not understand what the extreme realm was.

"The ultimate path is the end of the path, and it is the so-called highest level of practitioners." Master Feng replied.

There was also this state of mind. Yang Fanhai was shocked and asked after a while: "Master, are you at the extreme state of mind?"

He felt that Master Feng was extraordinary and seemed to regard the so-called Three Pure Ones as nothing, and he should surpass them.

"No!" Master Feng shook his head: "That is the ultimate pursuit of all monks, and it is not conceivable. Throughout history, only one person has reached this level, which is Pangu."

So that's it... Yang Fanhai was panicked and couldn't help asking: "Who is that three-foot sword? Why is the master sure that he can reach the ultimate path within four hundred years?"

He didn't know why those people were stunned before, but now he understood. There is an emperor above the Immortal King, a saint above the Emperor, and a supreme above the saint. Perhaps the supreme is the ultimate Tao.

After living in this world for so many years, no one, including Master Feng, can achieve the ultimate Taoism, or even the Supreme, but it is simply impossible for a person to achieve the ultimate Taoism for four hundred years.

Master Feng did not answer directly, but sighed softly: "Do you know how many kinds of people are divided into?"

"I don't know!" Yang Fanhai shook his head.

Master Feng said slowly again: "District by talent, the most common people in the world are mediocre talents and limited qualifications. If there is no adventure, you can only follow the steps, follow the rules and do nothing in this life and be mediocre."

"The second is the so-called genius. Choose one out of thousands. The elders and sect leaders of various sects you have seen can be included in this list."

"Then there are heroes, and all the twelve generals under your command can be called this."

"Then the talented demons that people call, Akamatsuko, Rio Tinto can be included in this rank."

"There are many geniuses, Chiyou, Gongsun Xuanyuan, and the sages seen in Zhongnan Mountain are all like this."

"And I am not as humble as a talented person."

"Where is Pangu?" Yang Fanhai couldn't help asking.

Master Feng replied: "Pangu can only be described as a state of defiance of heaven. He has surpassed nearly all the monks in the world, and even the great way of heaven and earth can only be discussed with the same level as him."

Pangu created the world and created a world, and naturally it can be called the Great Way of Heaven and Earth.

At this moment, Master Feng suddenly sighed: "There is another kind of person who is born to make people jealous and helpless. He is the only one who is talented to that level, and he can even be named after his name."
Chapter completed!