With the help of Ice Moon Butterfly, Pei Feng's spiritual power has increased rapidly these days. But Ice Moon Butterfly keeps releasing the power of the Five Elements, and the consumption is huge. Pei Feng felt that the thin ice shield on his body was on the verge of collapse. Fortunately, the forty-nine days are coming soon.
Pei Feng ordered Bingyuedie to close the shield. Now that he had accumulated enough spiritual power in his body, he had one hour left and was ready to carry it through on his own.
As soon as Ice Moon Butterfly retracted the ice shield, Pei Feng felt the terrifying temperature of the magma, and the steam above the sea surface made it difficult for him to breathe. Now this little world has completely turned into a furnace.
He endured the severe pain and waited for the passage of time. Hour after hour passed. Most of the spiritual energy in his body was consumed, but he still couldn't wait for the furnace lid to open.
"Did I calculate the time wrong?"
"It's impossible. Forty-nine days have definitely passed now. Master, are you always asleep?"
Pei Feng glanced at the Ice Moon Butterfly, and it looked extremely painful.
"Master, the temperature in this furnace is now unbearable even for fire-attributed soul-level monsters. Do you really want to refine me?"
Pei Feng talked to himself for a while before calming down. "No, it must be that the time has not come yet."
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, "Is the time in this small world different from the outside world?" He didn't know much about the laws of time. So it's just a wild guess right now.
"One furnace and one world. One moment outside the furnace, and one universe inside the furnace. Is one day outside the furnace equivalent to many days inside the furnace?"
Pei Feng suddenly remembered some knowledge he had learned in his clan. Advanced alchemy furnaces can indeed change the time in the furnace. There are also some myths and stories in the mortal world that say that if the gods in the sky live one day, the earth will live a year. In fact, from a certain level, this kind of mythology also reveals some laws of time and space.
"Since everything here is magnified, how could time not be magnified?" Pei Feng rolled his eyes at the thought. A wave of despair came over me.
"Is it only four or five days? Xiaobai, we are dead!"
At this time, Ice Moon Butterfly also looked lifeless. When it heard what Pei Feng said, it became even more wilted.
Pei Feng's brain began to work rapidly again, thinking about what trump cards he had yet to use. When he jumped into the alchemy furnace, he stripped naked and only secretly took his storage bag with him. But Master Qianmo is not blind, how could he not notice it? Since the master didn't stop it, there must be a reason.
"Could it be that Master knows that there is an Ice Moon Butterfly in my storage bag and can he help me?"
He immediately denied his speculation. If Master can discover Ice Moon Butterfly, why can't the other peak masters discover it? In that case, how could he stay peacefully in Wuji Sect until today.
"Is that the feather?"
His storage bag was always held on his body with spiritual power. But at this moment, his body became too big and he couldn't put his hand into the bag, so he twisted the bag with two fingers and poured out the red feather.
The moment the feather came into contact with his palm, it grew in size at an extremely fast speed. In just one breath, the feather became twice as big as his giant body, like a sea-fixing needle thrust straight into the bottom of the sea. The tiny runes on the feathers were now like big rivers rushing on the feathers.
Pei Feng is very familiar with these runes. He has used the large reincarnation disk in his body to gain a rough understanding of these runes of the law of reincarnation. He knew that these runes needed to be activated with the power of Tao in his body. But he didn't know what terrible things would happen after he sacrificed the feather. This is the feather of a mythical beast.
The magma turned up another big wave and hit him head on. Pei Feng was beaten to pieces. I saw that the condition of the Ice Moon Butterfly was getting worse. He gritted his silver teeth.
"Fight!"
A ray of Tao power came out of his body and hit the huge feather quickly. All the runes on the feathers suddenly lit up. The dazzling light that flashed out was impossible to look at directly. Then a layer of intense flame suddenly appeared on the feather. The temperature of the flame was so high that it was simply unimaginable.
The fire head of the magma was immediately suppressed by this flame. The color of the sea completely changed due to the appearance of this feather, from red to orange.
The flames on the feathers were activated by Pei Feng himself, so they would not burn him. Carrying the feathers, he immediately became the master of this small world. All magma must make way for them. Pei Feng followed the feather and rushed to the bottom of the deep sea.
"Xiaobai, follow me quickly!"
Pei Feng also saw the underwater world for the first time. It was exactly what he expected. All the spiritual herbs are sinking on the bottom of the sea. Soaked and refined by the strongest magma on the seabed. The medicinal properties here are much higher than those on the sea.
"Xiao Bai, just suck as much as you can. I feel that the fire attribute on this feather is also limited. Sooner or later it will run out. We must seize this opportunity. When it runs out, I will be really connected." There are no root hairs left.”
Naturally, Pei Feng couldn't see how shocked Qian Mo was outside the alchemy furnace at this moment. His hand that was about to put out the furnace stopped in the air again, and the expression on his face was so exciting that he could go out and sell tickets.
He indeed let Pei Feng take the feather into the alchemy furnace on purpose. But his purpose was to think that Pei Feng could use that feather to break open the alchemy furnace and rush out at a critical moment.
He once asked Pei Feng to draw all the runes on the feather, just so that he could understand the simplest rune rules on the feather and turn it into a sharp sword in his hand in a critical moment. But if you want to use that feather on a deeper level, it is simply impossible.
A magic weapon that can reach the level of inscription requires at least a Taoist monk to exert its power.
But just now, he felt the power of Tao in the furnace. The power of Tao used by a spiritual transformation monk.
"This is absolutely impossible."
Qian Mo immediately opened the alchemy furnace and asked Pei Feng what was going on. He has lived for hundreds of years and has never heard of such strange things.
"Does he have any other magic weapons? What is in that broken bag?"
Qian Mo has made up his mind that when Pei Feng comes out, he will turn the broken bag upside down.
"It's Suzaku Fire! The feathers are actually the feathers of a Suzaku!"
Now Qianmo had to continue to heat up the alchemy furnace. If the Suzaku fire is allowed to scorch his seven-turn furnace inside. Then his inner furnace may not be guaranteed! Now not only does the temperature need to be raised, the speed of the alchemy furnace must also be increased. Uneven internal heating may cause the oven to explode. At that time, Pei Feng and his seven-turn furnace will be blown to pieces.
Cold sweat broke out on Qian Mo's forehead. He felt that this cleansing of essence and marrow seemed to be beyond his control...
The junction between the Western Region and the Northern Territory of this continent is an endless desert land. No one knows how this desert came to be. It seems that it existed there when the world first opened.
This desert belongs to neither the Western Region nor the Northern Territory. No monarch from any of the seven countries in the Western Region will occupy territory from here.
One is because this desert is sparsely populated and has few resources, and the other is because everyone knows very well that this desert belongs to the territory of the Demon Sect. Not to mention mortals, even monks have to take a detour when they come here.
At this moment, there were dark clouds outside a small city on the border of the desert. The common people have long been staying behind closed doors. Even though they were all huddled at home, they couldn't help but shiver.
There are many small towns like this in the desert. They are all governed by people from the Demon Sect. The lord of this small town is named Yue, and he is a lowly leader of the Demon Sect. Originally, with his status and cultivation, he shouldn't have met an important person in the sect in this life.
But today, he had the honor to serve some of the highest-ranking people in the Demon Sect in his own residence. His hands were shaking. Tea spilled from the cup.
The young man in golden clothes sitting in front of him smiled and said: "City Master Yue, you don't have to be so nervous."
"This subordinate deserves to die, this subordinate deserves to die!" City Lord Yue kowtowed repeatedly to apologize.
The young man waved his hands slightly and said, "Okay, let's get down."
After City Master Yue exited the room, the young man said calmly: "How can such a waste control a city!"
Behind the young man stood four beautiful women. One of the women heard what the young man said and glanced in the direction of the door.
A skinny old man who looked like a mummy took a few steps towards the young man with his hands behind his back. Then he raised his eyes and said to the woman behind him: "It's the right time for me to teach you."
After hearing the old man's words, the woman lowered her head again, and the killing intent in her eyes disappeared.
The young man didn't care about the life or death of a small person and immediately exposed the matter. He said to the old man: "Second uncle, has the news from the Central Plains come back?"
The old man nodded slightly, "Brother, we are already ready. We can set off immediately as soon as the news from Wufeng comes."
The young man's eyes narrowed slightly. "After the Wuji Sword Tomb is opened, I will personally go in and save my father."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall couldn't help but be secretly shocked, thinking in their hearts that this second young master really deserves to be the number one lunatic in the world. Even in a place where cultivators like them dare not break into, the Second Young Master is not afraid at all.
This young man is none other than Qin Xuetian, the second son of Qin Rui, the leader of the Demon Cult. And the old man in front of him is the vampire ancestor.
The vampire ancestor glanced at everyone and saw that no one dared to speak. His brows wrinkled slightly. He coughed lightly and said in a deep voice: "No! Second Young Master, you have a rich body, how can you risk it yourself? The masters in the Sword Tomb are not inferior to me in cultivation."
Qin Xuetian sneered. "Hmph, I have a way to get in."
The vampire ancestor did not continue the stalemate with him, "After joining the big brother, everything will be subject to the big brother's arrangements."
Qin Xuetian heard the vampire ancestor bring out the ghost doctor to suppress him. For a moment, he was so angry that he crushed the tea cup in his hand to pieces. But before setting off, my mother had warned me countless times that everything must be arranged by the ghost doctor. Even he did not dare to disobey his mother's orders. I don't even dare to be disrespectful to the ghost doctor who is currently supporting half of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
The vampire ancestor moved his eyes away from Qin Xuetian's face. He said nothing more. He had complicated feelings about his nephew. Although Qin Xuetian was also a talented monk with heavenly spiritual roots, in his heart, this child was naturally not the best candidate for that position.
His character is violent, moody, and ruthless. His madness is well known in the church. The reason why the Demon Sect has remained standing for thousands of years depends on the cohesion of all its believers, not the fear in their hearts.
The vampire ancestor couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Qin Xuetian grew up in the shadow of his brother, which caused a drastic change in his personality. It is difficult to look back.
At this time, a spiritual beast, the Faith Eagle, quickly fell into the courtyard from the sky. The subordinates presented an animal skin brought back by Xinying to the hands of the vampire ancestor.
There are only two simple words on the animal skin: "Opened!"
Qin Xuetian took the animal skin and his eyes fell on the special mark in the corner. He smiled slightly, and there was a trace of extreme enjoyment on his face.
"That's right! It's the news from Yuan Qing. The Sword Tomb has been opened. The time has come. Let's go!"
