At this moment, even Ye Yaoyao's eyes flashed with surprise when she looked at Gu Qianqian.
Gu Qianqian looked back at Yang Feng and smiled, then walked into the Holy King's Palace.
Jian Yi, Wang Feng, Gu Qianqian, the Holy Palace has already thrown out three inheritances. Their background is as powerful as that of Zhuxian University. If they come up with three inheritance techniques at once, it will cause a lot of blood!
Ye Yaoyao walked up to Zi Zhong with eyes that attracted much attention. There was an almost crazy look in her eyes. She wanted to surpass Gu Qianqian and reach the ninth ring.
For some reason, when he met Yang Feng for the first time, he just had no suspicion and hoped to teach Yang Feng a lesson and slap Pan Xuan in the face.
She had always held a grudge against Pan Xuan for refusing to accept her as a disciple, until later she heard that Pan Xuan had accepted a disciple.
It just so happened that she also had to take part in the tutor assessment, so she had other thoughts and took part in the tutor assessment. Unexpectedly, she was slapped in the face by Yang Feng many times, which almost caused her heart to collapse.
But this time, seeing Yang Feng for the second time, especially when he saw Gu Qianqian, who was beside Yang Feng and intertwined with Yang Feng, he felt an inexplicable anger in his heart.
Even Ye Yaoyao himself found it strange.
She had never been like this before.
Ye Yaoyao, who came to Zi Zhong, shook his head, held his breath and concentrated, using all his power.
A heavy punch hit the purple bell.
Sound waves, one level higher than the other.
The first ring,
The second ring,
…
The fifth ring,
…
The eighth ring!
After the eighth ring, the bell suddenly stopped ringing.
The ninth ring was like an insurmountable gap. No matter how hard they tried, they could not make the purple bell ring the ninth ring.
Ye Yaoyao vented the anger in her heart, gave Yang Feng a meaningful look, turned around and stepped into the Holy King's Palace.
The fourth inheritance!
Among the fifty students who participated in the Holy King's Palace trial this time, there were actually four direct disciples.
One can imagine how stringent the requirements were for the tests used by the ancient saints to select their disciples, and under such stringent screening, four direct disciples actually emerged.
Of course, the most important factor in this is that these fifty students respectively represent the top and most evil batch of freshmen, sophomores, and juniors in these three grades.
Otherwise, it would be a fantasy to think that four direct disciples would emerge from a mere fifty students.
Both Ye Witch and Ye Yaoyao, who attracted everyone's attention and had extraordinary cultivation, only rang the purple bell eight times.
The students who were watching the excitement were already preparing to leave, no longer holding any hope for the ninth ring.
You know, the bell rings nine times. Even at the peak of the Holy King's Palace, those who can make the bell ring nine times are all unparalleled geniuses.
Such a person will not appear in an era, or even in several decades.
Of the fifty students, Yang Feng is the only one left now.
Yang Feng looked at the noisy crowd that was gradually dispersing. He was happy to be quiet. He stretched his muscles and bones, and then walked to the purple bell.
Xia Houying, who was above the sky, caught a glimpse of Yang Feng on the ground. There was a look of autumn in her beautiful eyes, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
"Why can this purple bell activate the body-refining technique "Chaos Body-Refining Technique" in my body?" 33
At first, when he saw the purple bell, Yang Feng thought it was an illusion, so he didn't pay much attention to it, but slowly he discovered it.
Whenever someone makes the purple bell roar, the speed of the "Chaos Body Refining Technique" in his body will also speed up.
And through the Eye of Desolation, he also discovered a strange place. Whenever someone made the purple bell ring, there would be strands of "grey" gas inside the purple bell, as thick as a hair.
It poured into his body, and was finally absorbed and refined by the "Chaos Body Refining Technique", and then subtly improved his physical body.
Until he got really close to the big purple bell, his feeling became more intense.
Even the speed of "Chaos Body Refining Technique" is running to the extreme.
Yang Feng took a deep breath, and then punched the purple bell with a powerful punch.
boom!
boom!
collapse!
The sound of the bell resounded through the sky, making even Xia Houying in the sky feel numb.
The sound of the bell is silent in my heart.
Many students who were already preparing to leave stopped in their tracks when they heard the heart-stirring sound of the bell.
The first ring,
The second ring,
The third ring,
…
Until the eighth ring.
Just when everyone thought the bells had stopped ringing suddenly, the ninth ring!
Everyone's heart felt like it was struck by lightning.
My mind went blank.
Nine bells? What does it mean? They know better than anyone else, the Holy Son of the Holy King's Palace.
Unparalleled talent!
At this time, Yang Feng was immersed in the sound of the bell, and traces of gray energy kept pouring into his body.
And his physical realm was completely perfect at this moment.
The gray energy in the Purple Bell allowed him to complete nine times of marrow cleansing, marrow cleansing, marrow cleansing and hair removal to remove impurities and become a dirt-free body.
boom!
Click!
Click!
A vast power emerged from Yang Feng's body, and the huge power seemed to tear the sky apart.
Feeling the growing power in his body, Yang Feng had the illusion that this unsullied body was truly heaven-defying in that it could absorb the vitality of heaven and earth all the time.
Ninth level of marrow cleansing realm!
The strength of his physical body is comparable to that of the best holy weapons. In other words, Yang Feng's physical body has now reached an unprecedented height.
And just as he was being discussed, his figure disappeared.
"The bell rings nine times, the unparalleled genius!"
Xia Houying said these words in an almost trembling tone.
"If the Holy Son of the Holy King's Palace were placed in ancient times, then Yang Feng would be destined to become a saint."
"The gift of a saint!"
"Is it still too late for me to change my gender now?"
"Fengfeng is mine!"
…
The resources of a saint are so terrifying!
It is said that in ancient times, there was a soldier saint who evolved into a military warrior and achieved military enlightenment. He was a military saint!
At that time, there were three religions and nine streams: Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism.
These three religions are represented by Confucian sages, Taoist sages, and Buddhas respectively.
Among them, under the three religions, there are nine schools: Confucianism, Taoism, Yin-Yang School, Legalism, Mingjia, Mohism, Politicians, Miscellaneous Schools, and Farmers.
As a result, common people all over the world joined the three religions and nine streams one after another, and for a time, a scene of hundreds of schools of thought contending.
During this period, saints emerged in endlessly.
First there were the military sages who evolved into military conquests and proved the Tao with their soldiers, then there were the Confucian sages who relied on teaching and educating people to understand the Tao, and then there were the poetic immortals who occasionally gained insights and recited poems to realize the Tao.
There are also martial saints who cultivate their physical bodies, unlock their physical treasures, tap their own potential, overcome physical calamities, and ascend to immortality.
…
Such evildoers are uniformly given a title by later generations, "qualities of a saint."
The Holy King's Palace is the power of the ancient saints. The selected saints are not worthy of saints and cannot be qualified. Now Yang Feng, with nine bells ringing, should be crowned with the qualifications of a saint.
In this era when all the saints have already ascended and true immortals have not emerged, the qualifications of a saint are even more difficult to find in the world.
Now looking at Yang Feng who has disappeared, everyone's hearts are burning.
The bell rang nine times, spreading throughout Zhuxian University, and inside a mountain of Zhuxian University.
Overlapping sound waves passed through the thick barrier and entered the coffin.
"With the qualifications of a saint, it seems that I have a chance of overcoming the tribulation and ascending to heaven!"
Heaven has set restrictions, and ascending to immortality is a dead end. However, in the world of immortality, there is always a saying, "When a saint comes out, the curse is broken!"
At this time, Yang Feng did not enter the Holy King's Palace, but came to the inner space of Zi Zhong inexplicably.
Zhong Ling!
This purple bell is the companion artifact of the Demon Emperor Donghuang. Even if it is reduced to this, its arrogance and arrogance will make it easy for others to discover its existence.
What attracted it was the martial art practiced by Yang Feng, a chaos-level body-training technique. It was unimaginable that it would appear on a person like an ant.
Moreover, this "mortal" actually cultivated him to the realm of marrow cleansing.
The Zhong Ling in front of Yang Feng was a gray mist.
The color was exactly the same as the gray gas he breathed into his body.
"Mortal, where does the skill in your body come from?"
When the bell rings nine times, it requires not only the qualifications of the person, but also the approval of the bell spirit.
How can ordinary people enter the eyes of Donghuang Bell.
Yang Feng also made the bell ring nine times because of the "Chaos Body Refining Technique".
"Uh, natural."
Yang Feng had no intention of telling the truth. The other person was just a mortal. He, Yang Feng, was a genuine late-stage Golden Elixir monk, and the completion of the Golden Elixir stage was just around the corner.
mortal? Are you blind, or am I a fake immortal?
"Inheritance of skills? How is it possible? Chaos-level skills, how could they choose you, a mortal, no! Three Thousand Great Laws, you, you..."
The three thousand Chaos Demon Gods are the supreme existence between heaven and earth in the time of chaos.
It also contains the laws of the Three Thousand Great Dao, and the operation of the entire Heavenly Dao system today is closely related to it.
Its status as Zhong Ling is the accompanying artifact of the prehistoric demon clan, Demon Emperor Donghuang Taiyi, the Donghuang Bell!
Although it is now in the lower realm and has lost all its power, how can a group of mortals know its true form? It would not even take a second look at the training disciples.
But today, I actually discovered that someone can absorb and refine the energy of chaos.
That's right! The gray gas as thick as hair that Yang Feng inhaled into his body was exactly the legendary gas of chaos.
Since the beginning of the world, only chaos-level artifacts still contain the energy of chaos.
The person in front of me can not only absorb and refine, but also has a faint aura of the devil on his body.
The shackles of heaven bound its body, and the devil's energy was restrained, which was why it didn't notice it at first glance.
"Chaos Cultivation Technique, Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods, my affairs, how does it know so clearly?"
Yang Feng was shocked inside, but calm on the outside.
"Huh, I don't understand what you're talking about."
Yang Feng is the best at pretending to be confused and making a fortune in silence.
"That's right. You are just a native. It would be a waste to give you such a good talent."
Hearing Zhong Ling's words, Yang Feng's nerves tensed up, and the golden soul in his consciousness woke up.
After swallowing the Intention Transformation Fruit, not only Yang Feng's golden elixir will was strengthened, but also his soul in the sea of consciousness became stronger.
The one sitting in his Consciousness Sea now is a genuine Yuan Shen.
The power of divine consciousness spurted out.
"Oh! Are you angry? Don't worry, if I want to take your body away, why should I waste my words? Let's do this! How about a deal between you and me?"
Zhong Ling's voice sounded.
"What deal?"
Yang Feng's tone was cold, and his eyes were full of alertness.
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