When Chu Feng heard this, he picked up a pair of ivory chopsticks, picked up a piece of pork in the hot pot that was filled with immortality, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and nodded with satisfaction. The meat of such a highly cultivated monster beast has such a delicious taste. It's just good.
"Brother Taoist, in this cauldron are the Seven Saints of Meishan," Shen Gongbao said suddenly.
Chu Feng looked at Kong Xuan in shock. His future helper was actually dragged into the cauldron by this foodie. This must be too outrageous.
"It's just a few monster clans, I have many more here."
Kong Xuan spread his hands, and the entrance to a small world loomed, with nearly ten thousand monks inside, all of whom were in a coma at the moment.
"Brother Dao, prepare to eat them all." Chu Feng couldn't accept Kong Xuan's crazy behavior.
Looking at the entire prehistoric continent, because the concentration of immortal energy continues to decrease, the quantity and quality of monks are deteriorating. According to Kong Xuan's eating method, maybe they will all finish it that day.
Those saints would never allow such a thing to happen, and they might have taken care of Kong Xuan before Taoist Zhunti could take action to nip it in the bud.
"Ahem, fellow Taoist, I'm overthinking it. I'll eat a few at most and let the others go after a while."
Kong Xuan made a haha.
Chu Feng didn't care about him anymore. After this incident, he was not in the mood to continue eating. Putting down his chopsticks, Chu Feng walked out.
These days, practicing the Twelve Capital Gods Formation is quite exhausting. Take advantage of this time to relax. Chu Feng looked around, took a step forward, and came to another world.
In this world, the spiritual energy is not very strong, but it is still abundant. A formation protects the top of the mountain, and pavilions and pavilions are scattered among them. There are three figures among them, who are practicing. Tiger Erniang, cherish your blessings, Ah Qing.
Chu Feng did not interfere with them and went around to the pavilion nearby, where he stayed for more than half a day. Quiet and thoughtful, Chu Feng left this world again.
The world you enter is the world of Journey to the West.
The abyss of darkness was silent, inside a dimly lit stone chamber. A monkey with golden hair sitting quietly, a few chains on the ground have lost their divinity.
Suddenly, the monkey opened his eyes and looked into the void ten steps away.
"Since you're here, why not show up and see me?"
The light flashed, a gap left, and Chu Feng walked out, holding a fruit basket in his hand, which contained flat peaches, ginseng fruits, apricots, and yellow plums... releasing an irresistible temptation.
"I'm interested." The monkey glanced at the gift with a calm expression.
"These were created by Pindao in a world with more cultivation and civilization. Are you interested?"
Chu Feng said with a smile.
There are not enough helpers at the moment. If we bring Monkey King, a guy with incredible qualifications, there might be unexpected results.
"No" the monkey answered simply.
Chu Feng was a little disappointed, but that was all.
"I have lifted the restrictions here. From now on, you can come and go freely. If you want to go to Lingshan, you can go to Lingshan. If you want to go back to Huaguo Mountain, you can go back to Huaguo Mountain."
"Thank you" Monkey was still concise and to the point.
Chu Feng understood that the monkey didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he went to say goodbye.
"Farewell, Great Sage"
"Don't send" monkey is still light.
A gap opened in the void, and Chu Feng's figure disappeared.
Silence returned to the stone room. After a while, the monkey took out a yellow plum from the fruit basket, looked at it, and said to himself: "The evil spirit is not well-intentioned and wants to deceive me, so I won't be fooled."
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In the world of Fengshenyanyi, the appointed day has arrived.
On the bank of the Yellow River, it was raining lightly and the sky was hazy, very beautiful.
However, it is a pity that two groups of people standing not far away ruined this beautiful scene.
To the east stood Chu Feng, Kong Xuan and Shen Gongbao.
To the west stood the Antarctic Immortal, the Great Master Lingbao, the Taoist Fear of Liusun, and the Taoist Heavenly Master.
Judging from the number of people, the Chanjiao side still has the advantage.
"Four of you, who will enter the battle first?"
Chu Feng asked with a smile.
The four Antarctic Immortals looked at each other, but none of them had any intention of coming forward voluntarily. After Chu Feng's introduction just now, they already knew that this was the Twelve Capitals' Heavenly God Evil Formation that was as famous as the Zhoutian Star Dou Formation in ancient times.
"Are the four of you afraid of death?"
There was contempt in Chu Feng's words.
However, the four of them were all experienced and had no reaction at all.
"Among the four, Taoist Brother Nanji has the highest cultivation level. He was the first to break into the formation. Brother Nanji did his duty. Does Brother Nanji want his fellow disciples to die?"
After his contempt failed, Chu Feng started to sow discord again.
This time it had some effect. The Antarctic Immortal coughed and said, "My fellow Taoist, this is wrong. Everyone in the world knows that the Wu Clan's Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation is dangerous. The cultivation level of this poor Taoist is not much higher than that of a few junior brothers. In order to To be able to break through the Twelve Capital Heavenly Divine Evil Formation, Pindao will need some time to study, and the time may be three to five days, or it may be several months."
As soon as these words came out, Kong Xuan on one side was annoyed.
This guy who was eating hot pot just now said sternly: "Antarctic Immortal, I will give you one month. If you can't break the Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation, I will chop you up and throw you into the hot pot." .”
Chu Feng was speechless for a while, could you please stop the hot pot? Is that food really that delicious?
The Antarctic Immortal didn't understand the meaning of hot pot, and said seriously: "Okay, if I can't break the formation in a month, I will join the formation myself."
When Kong Xuan was about to speak, Chu Feng was the first to say, "You are an Antarctic immortal. If you bully Brother Kong Dao, you are too short-sighted. If you can't do it in a month, I will give you eight days at most."
Kong Xuan was not stupid. After Chu Feng said it, he immediately understood that the Antarctic Immortal had deliberately spoken for a long time in order to buy more time for himself.
"Eight days is too many, four days at most"
Yes, Kong Xuan is Kong Xuan, cut in half again.
This time, the Antarctic Immortal was unwilling. He also planned to use his time to call friends to study the method of breaking the formation. Right now, we only have four days, which is totally not enough.
"I'll take a step back, twenty-five days, no more."
It has only been reduced by five days, but it seems that the original intention is still there. Chu Feng sneered in his heart, shook his head and said: "On the basis of Brother Kong Dao's four days, add two days, six days, no more."
The Antarctic Immortal disagreed.
"Pindao, with the greatest sincerity, will reduce the number by four days to twenty-one days. It cannot be any less."
Kong Xuan interjected: "Add one day to Daoist friend Chu, nine days, no more."
The Antarctic Immortal didn't answer, looked to the Yellow River on one side, and played Silence is Golden again.
Kong Xuan got angry and threatened again.
Chu Feng raised his hand to stop him, paused and said, "We will give you eleven days at most. Any more, and we can only fight."
The Antarctic Immortal wanted to speak to the sage master, but when he met the murderous eyes of Kong Xuan beside Chu Feng, he swallowed it back, hesitated for a few breaths, and said with a smile: "Okay, it's only eleven days, and it's better than I expected." One more day.”
Chu Feng secretly scolded the shameless old fox.
