half year later.
The Holy City of Fierce Ghosts, the core area of the first ring.
In the Leader's City Lord's Mansion, on a waterside pavilion named Canglan Yaju, a man leaned on the railing to listen to the wind, his left hand supporting his handsome cheek, his right hand gently rubbing his temples, and he looked quietly into the distance.
On the desk behind him, there was a pile of requests for instructions with gilded covers, but he had no time to pay attention to them.
This person is none other than Fengling, the new city lord of the Fierce Ghost Holy City!
Although Feng Ling had been awake for seven days, she still felt headaches from time to time, along with slight dizziness. Thinking about it, it must be the sequelae left over from the demonization.
Because of this, after the Night Ghost King and others learned that Feng Ling had regained consciousness, they only came to visit him once and then left, not daring to bother him any more.
However, before leaving, several people hesitated again and again, and still left a lot of requests for instructions. This includes the overall administrative division of the Ghost Holy City and the overall distribution map of the city's defense forces.
The Holy City of Fierce Ghosts is the Fierce Ghost City!
It is said that the Night Ghost King originally wanted to change the name of Menggui City to Menggui Divine City, or Menggui Great Holy City, but later considering that Menggui City was in dire need, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he reluctantly kept a low profile and changed its name to Menggui City. : The Holy City of Fierce Ghosts.
Fengling greatly praised the renaming of Menggui City. He also believed that the reborn city should show a new atmosphere and should start with the name change. Therefore, he did not blame Night Ghost King and others for making arrogant opinions.
"Hey, it's not easy to be the city lord!"
Feng Ling glanced back at the pile of books on the papers and couldn't help but shake her head and sigh.
This was the result of him delegating the decision-making power of most matters to Night Ghost King and others. If not, there would have been more.
"When I woke up, half a year had passed. I wonder if Senior Sister's spiritual inheritance was going smoothly?"
Feng Ling waved his hand and took out a delicately textured turquoise conch, gently brought it to his ear, closed his eyes and listened carefully.
In the sound transmission snail, Leng Ningshuang's pleasant voice echoed: "Mr. Feng, the Nine Infant Resurrection Grass has been found. For a long time from now on, Ningshuang will have to follow Sister Xuemo in seclusion to practice hard, otherwise she will not be able to catch up. Your pace! Of course, you must take care of yourself while I am not with you, and I also look forward to seeing you and I meet again at the Ten Thousand Sects Competition in the Eastern Holy City!"
Feng Ling listened quietly, with deep thoughts in her heart, over and over again, speechless for a long time.
He knew that this transmission was from half a year ago when Leng Ningshuang was taken away by Murong Divine Envoy and went to the Miaoyin Immortal Pavilion to receive the Eastern Saint inheritance, but this did not prevent Feng Ling from seeing things and missing people.
For a long time, Feng Ling's soft voice left the words "Okay, senior sister" in the sound transmission conch, and then she carefully put it away.
Afterwards, Feng Ling tried to look inside herself again, wanting to check the current condition of her body.
In the past, Divine Envoy Murong helped Feng Ling resolve the rampant divine power, and Feng Ling was able to fully control the power beyond what was sealed and suppressed by her.
Since Feng Ling woke up in the past seven days, he has been suffering from headaches, which has prevented him from looking at his own condition, but he can clearly feel that his cultivation should be at the peak of a mortal saint.
Although this state is far inferior to the peak state of demigods that he reached when he was not transformed into a demon, Feng Ling still understands the principle of pushing back a child's progress and going too far is not enough.
What's more, before he was transformed into a demon, he had just entered the mortal saint realm for the first time, but now he was at the peak of the mortal saint, and there was no risk of his body exploding due to excess power. In this comparison, he really has nothing to be dissatisfied with.
Looking inside again, it worked!
Seven majestic holy mountains in a row appeared in Fengling's perception, as if they were far away in the horizon, but also as close as before.
That wonderful feeling that was beyond comprehension and control shocked Feng Ling beyond measure.
I saw that the expression of Feng Ling's spiritual body was extremely excited, and he almost exclaimed: "This, is this the Xumi Miao Mountain in the myths and legends of Tianzhu?"
A long time ago, Feng Ling had doubted whether this world and the world he came from were different eras of the same world, but unfortunately it turned out not to be the case.
However, the existence of the secret technique of Feng Shui in another world and the appearance of Xumi Miao Mountain reminded Feng Ling that although the two worlds were different, there must be some connection.
"The Heavenly Tribulation is a test, but it is also a gift. Without going through the Heavenly Tribulation to attack your body and refine your soul, how can you improve your life level? Feng Ling, you have passed the most important threshold, and becoming a god is just around the corner!"
Just as Feng Ling was looking at the seven Sumeru Miao mountains and thinking about it, a gentle female voice came from the first sacred mountain.
"However, in order to prevent your divine power from going berserk again, I have set up seven law seals in your body, which are also tempered and tested by the seven Sumeru sacred mountains: every time you successfully climb over a Sumeru sacred mountain, it means Your body will skillfully control the power of the corresponding realm, and your cultivation level will be restored to a small realm. When you gradually integrate your own power and break the seals of the first six Sumeru Mountains, it will be enough for you to return to half of the world. The pinnacle of gods. As for the seventh sacred mountain of Sumeru, it is the transformation of my original law of sound. If you are destined to understand and break it, and it is enough for the three flowers to gather at the top, to open up the world and become a god, you have the right to regard it as a meeting gift from me. That’s it!”
Hearing this, Feng Ling was shocked on the spot, muttering silently in his heart: This meeting gift is too expensive, how can I, Feng, be so virtuous and capable?
"You can call me Fellow Taoist Murong!"
The woman with hazy light and shadow seemed to have seen through Feng Ling's little thoughts. She couldn't help but lift her black hair and added with a smile: "Or, like Fairy Miaoshuang, call me Sister Xuemo!"
Multiple choice question, or choose one of the two!
Murong Xuemo's phantom looked at Feng Ling with interest, quietly waiting for his answer.
"Sister Xuemo!"
Feng Ling thought for a moment, then bowed deeply in the direction of Murong Xuemo's phantom to show her respect and gratitude.
However, when he straightened up, Murong Xuemo's phantom had dispersed with his voice.
This... is running too fast!
Feng Ling scratched his head. He originally planned to ask Murong Divine Envoy how Leng Ningshuang was doing. Unexpectedly, the other party seemed to have expected it and did not give him a chance to speak!
Feng Ling naturally knew that Fairy Miaoshuang was Leng Ningshuang. Leng Ningshuang had appeared as Miao Shuang in the Miaoyin Branch Pavilion in Sunset City.
Speaking of which, Murong Divine Envoy must be much older than Feng Ling. He took advantage of him to let Feng Ling call her Sister Xuemo. Even if he called her Daoist Murong, he was too high.
If something strange happens, there must be a monster!
Feng Ling was afraid that Murong Xuemo had other agendas, so she wanted to call Murong Divine Envoy to keep her distance. However, when she thought that Leng Ningshuang also called her Sister Xuemo, Feng Ling naturally had no further hesitation.
"Interesting, this first sacred mountain is so insurmountable. It seems that the time has not come yet!"
Halfway up the first sacred mountain, Feng Ling rushed here with all his strength. After that, every step he took up was as heavy as the top of Mount Tai.
In such a state of extreme weight-bearing, Feng Ling gritted his teeth and continued to take more than twenty steps forward. Finally, he was overwhelmed and was ejected to the foot of the mountain by a vast rebound force activated in the sacred mountain.
According to visual inspection, there are nearly a thousand steps from the foot of the first Mount Sumeru to the top of the mountain, and there are seven such sacred mountains in total!
There are seven sacred mountains of Sumeru, each one higher than the other. Especially the stairs that are arranged in a line and submerge into the clouds are like ladders to the sky, which is daunting!
"After six hundred and sixty-six steps, there is still more to go...that's all. Haste makes waste, and the future is long!"
Feng Ling stood at the foot of the Sumeru Mountain, and did not make any more unnecessary attempts. He just looked up at the towering mountain top and shook his head with a wry smile.
Immediately, Feng Ling opened his eyes, broke away from the state of inner vision, stood up and stretched, and said in his mind: "I have been practicing for a week, and I am almost suffocated and moldy. It is rare that I don't have a headache today, why don't I go here?" Take a walk around the Holy City of Fierce Ghosts!"
