Three days later, Yang Feng and Yu Qin left the Witch Clan under the respectful sent by the ancestor emperor, and added a bottle of rootless water from the Witch Clan in Yang Feng's domain.

This rootless water was brought by Yang Feng and Yu Qin in person to Wushan. Wushan is protected by countless powerful people in the Witch Clan in the deepest part of the Witch Clan.

The clouds and mist are shrouded all year round, and even with Yang Feng's strength, you can feel the benefits of practicing in Wushan.

"It would be great if Wushan was the Pure Land. If it was the Pure Land that suppressed Brother Wei Zang, we would also steal their things."

He was far away from the Wu clan, and Yu Qin was still obsessed with Wushan.

Yang Feng smiled and said, "If Wushan is the foundation of the Pure Land, we may not be able to get close to it. Do you think the Pure Land is the same as the Wu clan? That's a world of difference."

"I just worry that after the Holy Buddha came out of seclusion, we will not be his opponent."

Speaking of the strength of the Western Buddha Lord, Yu Qin's heart was full of worries.

Yang Feng said: "You are right. People without long-term plans will have immediate worries. I plan to enter my own field to graft Jianmu. If there is something particularly urgent, you can wake me up."

After Yang Feng condensed his world rules, he had not cultivated any plants in his world.

This is the first time this time, Nirvana of the annual rings was sent to his world.

Yang Feng's realm is already a united world, because he just merged the world, and he believed that as his realm improves, his strength will increase rapidly.

If Yang Feng had not fought with the Holy Buddha, he would definitely not have been so anxious to improve his strength.

In the Five Elements Universe, he dare not be the first in his strength, but no one dares to make trouble on his head.

After seeing the strength of the Holy Buddha, Yang Feng knew that there was a heaven beyond the sky.

Perhaps if he does not fight with the Holy Buddha in the Western universe, he will not be weaker than the Holy Buddha.

But this also indirectly reflects that he is not as good as the Holy Buddha. The Holy Buddha is the Buddha Lord of the Western universe. He is stronger than him in the Western universe. If he draws with him in other universes, it means that the other party is stronger than him.

Not to mention that the door to eternal life is about to open, even if he himself has a gap with the Holy Buddha.

If he does not improve his strength, he will probably die without a place to die in the future.

Even if the Holy Buddha does not kill him and throw him into the Pure Land and becomes a Buddhist sculpture, it is even worse than being killed.

Ye Fan should have learned that the Jianmu Fusion Realm could go upstairs, so he went to the Witch Clan to seek rootless water.

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Yang Feng's realm is now gray. Although Yang Feng has merged into the realm, there are still only rules that he condenses himself in this realm.

These rules are extremely powerful, and they always feel that something is missing for Yang Feng.

The Nirvana Tree of the Year Rings is not transparent, and some outline shadows can be vaguely seen.

On the tree crowns that are several feet long, the branches and leaves are not lush, and the breath of time seems extremely weak.

Yang Feng took out the Jianmu nail, and his spiritual sense penetrated into the Jianmu nail, hoping to find the same breath of Jianmu nail and the annual ring.

But no matter how he felt it, the annual rings and the wooden nails were not at all similar.

To be precise, the annual rings are ancient trees with life, and the building of wood nails is more like a magic weapon refined.

The wooden nail in the hand is only about seven inches, and the cut is in the shape of a five-edge edge.

Putting the building wooden nails next to the annual rings makes it feel out of place.

Yang Feng sighed, can this nail be grafted on the annual rings?

If the grafting is not alive, then his annual rings will be destroyed.

The so-called grafting of Jianmu is to cut off the annual rings inclined manner, leaving only the first vitality cut, cutting off the refining marks of Jianmu nails, and grafting them with the first vitality cut on the annual rings.

Once the failure occurs, the annual ring will lose its vitality and the Jianmu cannot be grafted. Even a Jianmu nail magic weapon is lost.

The ancient tribe's annual ring tree has long been integrated into the restoration of the Su Realm. If the annual ring in his hand was grafted to death.

The first thing he was sorry for was the Fengli clan leader. Because once the grafting fails, the annual rings will be completely extinct.

Thinking of the Fengli clan leader, Yang Feng suddenly remembered the witch clan ancestor emperor.

Compared with the ancient tribe, I don’t know which race is older.

Yang Feng hesitated for several days and finally decided to do it.

Since it has been decided, Yang Feng would not hesitate at all. He raised his palm and turned into a knife, directly cutting the annual rings diagonally from the first entrance to vitality.

While cutting off the annual rings, Yang Feng actually felt the whimpering of the annual rings.

Yang Feng sighed, "Life of the fittest. Maybe that's it."

After cutting off the annual rings, Yang Feng gathered in his palm and cut off a layer of refining traces from the Jianmu nail.

Then, at the fastest speed, the cut side of the wooden nail and the cut side of the annual ring were put together, and then various rules of their own Taoist rhyme were condensed.

According to the suggestions of the ancestor emperor, this step is particularly critical. It is to use its own Taoist rules to warm up the grafted Jianmu.

According to the speculation of the ancestor emperor, the reason why the Five Elements Holy Lord was unable to merge Jianmu into his world in the shortest time was because the Five Elements Holy Lord’s Jianmu was not grafted, and the Daoyun rules in it could not be integrated with his realm.

It is more suitable for fusion of the boundary, which is grafted with the Nirvana Tree.

The prerequisite is that this building wood must be nourished by its own Taoist rules.

The rhymes were permeated into the incision by Yang Feng, and the vitality that was cut off from the middle was slowly condensed and merged under Yang Feng's rhyme rules.

As time passed day by day, Yang Feng clearly felt a faint vitality in the place where Jianmu nails and annual rings came into contact.

While Yang Feng was happy, he carefully watered Wushan rootless water under the roots of the tree grafted Jianmu.

As Wushan’s rootless water is watered, the grafted Jianmu is even more vibrant.

A faint sprout emerged from the grafting interface. When this sprout appeared, Yang Feng was shocked.

At this moment, the gray boundary space had a hint of vitality and rules, and then Yang Feng felt that his boundary was clearer.

The boundary is clear, and his Taoist rhyme is becoming clearer. Various prototypes of boundary rules condense in his boundary.

A feeling of no reason surged into my mind, and his great way and supernatural rules seemed to be growing as the buds grew.

A new idea of ​​the realm arises in Yang Feng's thoughts. Yang Feng realized that the integration of the realm and Jianmu was the case.

Yang Feng slowly closed his eyes and began to feel all the changes in his realm.

Previously, the rules in his realm were increased according to his cultivation and perception. He understood the dark rules and then condensed his own dark rules. A dark rule that belonged to him was added to his realm.

Now the rules in his realm are no longer increased by relying on his own perception. As Jianmu buds grow more and more, the rules in his realm are spontaneously derived.

When a certain rule of heaven and earth is needed in his world, he will get a message. As long as his thoughts move, this new rule of heaven and earth will be born in his world.

Whether it is the birth of new rules or the original rules continue to grow as Jianmu grows, his strength and realm are constantly rising.

Yang Feng's Taoist rhyme naturally merged with his realm, surrounding him in this growing world.

At this moment, Yang Feng was immersed in it. He cultivated and understood the experiences of Jianmu's growth, and his strength continued to grow as Jianmu's growth.

Time passes, decades pass by.

When Yang Feng opened his eyes again, the Jianmu beside him had already grown into a giant tree worth more than ten feet high, and the crown extends out to a radius of dozens of feet.

In his world, the grafted Jianmu has been through tens of thousands of years.

His gray world before was full of vitality and verdant.

A new feeling surged in my heart, and Yang Feng became calmer instead.

The sharp edge of his body had long disappeared, and his whole body became round and simple, without the sense of momentum and sharpness anymore.

Yang Feng raised his hand slightly, and a magical rhyme transformed into a magical rhyme, without any magical rhyme, without any movement of the Taoist rhyme.

It was as natural as the breath of heaven and earth, just like the magical powers that have existed since ancient times. He just raised his hand to pull open the existing veil of Taoist rhyme.

"So this is the third level!"

Yang Feng murmured to himself, without any joy anymore, as if it was natural, it was natural.

He used to think that his Tao had reached the third level, but it was not until today that he realized that his previous third level was just the third level of the subconscious, and it was not that he had truly reached the third level.

It's ridiculous, he always thought he had given the Holy Buddha a guide.

The Holy Buddha was indeed guided by him inadvertently, but what he realized was not the third level of subconscious realm, but the real third level of realm just like him now.

Look at the mountains or the mountains, look at the water or the water.

At this moment, he was like Yang Feng who had just left the earth.

This has been through countless years, but these countless years have turned into clouds and smoke at this moment and disappeared.

Yang Feng smiled slightly. If he was allowed to stand in the Pure Land at this time, he would have picked up two fingers of the Holy Buddha's flower.

As his mind moved, Yang Feng raised his hand and grabbed Lei City, and several vitality rules were sent into Lei City.

The spirit of the weapon that had been sleeping after being severely injured by the Immortal Axe and Axe, easily woke up.

The Leicheng Artifact Spirit immediately understood what was going on, and thanked Yang Feng in surprise.

"You've been sleeping for too long, so let's merge with Leicheng first."

Yang Feng smiled and said that with his current strength, Lei Cheng has not helped him much.

What made him sigh was that his strength changed after grafting Jianmu. Even after he merged into the realm, he could not restore the spirit of Leicheng weapon. At this moment, he could only relax a few vitality rules.
To be continued...