Chapter 464

The dark sky has long been dispersed by the golden flame, showing a brighter color.

Song Fei lost all the dirty mud on his body. On one thought, he has recovered his old figure. Even after his cultivation, his style is even better than before.

Opposite him, Dashan sheep stood in the void with his flesh. The gravity of heaven and earth could not bind his flesh. As long as an idea, the cells in his body could respond, and then he could produce extreme speed.

The sun's true fire, the ultimate flame skill, is the source of all life.

It can be called a peerless magic power second only to Pangu's flesh body.

Song Fei was also curious about which of the two methods was stronger and which was weaker.

"Guild leader, are you ready?" Song Fei said. The goat was ready to move.

"Come on." on Song Fei's body, a golden flame burst out in an instant. He was shrouded in flames and exuded unparalleled authority.

"Ah!" with the big goat's roar, the big goat's fists and feet turned into an endless storm and burst out towards Song Fei.

This time, Song Fei didn't bang with the goat with his fist, because his fist needed the power of the flesh. He wanted to fight with the goat with the pure power of the sun and true fire.

"Chirp" with a crisp long sound, the golden flame Phoenix flew out in an instant and collided with the flesh of the big goat.

Then, Zhenyang sword and Zhenyang fire dance were beaten out by Song Fei without reservation. The huge flame scattered in the air, and the body of the big goat was like an incomparable God, fighting in the flame.

Song Fei retreated and used various spells against the big goat.

"Bang!" finally, Song Fei used the dragon and tiger tripod, finally smashed the big goat and fell on the square of tianque palace.

Song Fei found that if he didn't use magic weapons, his combat effectiveness was almost the same as that of the big goat. If he used Taoist weapons, he could stably control the big goat.

The strength of Dharma cultivation lies in the ability to use all kinds of magical magic weapons, and body cultivation itself is a magic weapon. When the cultivation reaches a high level, it can break the void, and all magic weapons can be smashed by his fist.

But at present, the flesh of the big goat is still a lot different from the Dao.

When his realm is improved and his body can resist magic weapons, Song Fei's use of Taoist weapons may be another situation.

In the realm of xuanjing, the sun's true fire still has the advantage of suppressing the immortal golden body. It's hard to say the realm after that, and it's impossible to calculate.

The goat fell on the stone slab of the square, and suddenly a black figure and a white ghost came. It turned out that while the two goats were practicing, Xuetian secretly made up for the injury with pills, and recovered most of his strength and injury.

This time, while the goat was distracted when it hit the ground, the attack of the two ghosts came like a storm.

"Two dead ghosts dare to deceive Lao Tze." the goat and a carp rolled and jumped up, punched out at the two ghosts, and directly scattered their bodies.

The two ghosts who had recovered most of their injuries were almost destroyed by the big goat's fist.

"It's impossible. How can your body be so strong that you can't resist it in the later stage of xuanjing? It's impossible." Xuetian's tone was surprised and angry, and he shouted at the mountain sheep.

"The later period of xuanjing? Laozi's fight is the later period of xuanjing." the big goat stepped forward and forced Xuetian to retreat.

"Well, don't kill him." Song Fei, dressed in white, fell slowly in mid air and came to Xuetian. He smiled faintly at Xuetian, "tell me about Jiuyou's father."

"As a ghost general, I will never betray my ancestors." it seems that I feel my deadline is coming, and there is unprecedented pride on Xuetian, "hahaha, you will die, you will die. You don't need my ancestors' help, the next stronger ghost will come, and you will die."

"If you don't say it, I'll pry open your mouth." Song Fei shouted coldly, but before he finished this sentence, Xuetian's body suddenly turned into a burst black gas and suddenly burst out.

With a move from Song Fei, the tianque palace hung a huge force in front of him, compressing all the explosive forces in a very small range. Together, the ghosts in the later stage of the xuanjing also exploded together under the command of Xuetian.

The self explosion power of terror, if not for the protection of tianque palace, might be seriously injured.

Song Fei didn't expect that the bloody sky was so strong that he chose to explode when he began to communicate. Unfortunately, I originally wanted to get some information about Jiuyou ancestor from him to see what kind of sacred state it was.

With the self explosion of blood sky, all clues were broken.

Spirit stones and magic weapons are scattered all over the ground, but in Song Fei's eyes, there are so few treasures on the ground at the moment that they can't match the wealth that a mysterious monk should have. All of them are worth about 200000 spirit stones. Song Fei really doesn't know that this ghost will not look for some good treasures except cultivation?

The only thing that is gratifying is that the soul catching flag of the Taoist instrument has been left. This is a medium-sized Taoist instrument. Although the grade is not too high, its mystery should not be underestimated. If a ghost during the period of robbery or Mahayana can be sealed inside, at present, its power will definitely exceed that of the best Taoist instrument used by Song Fei, and it is absolutely crushed.

The premise is that there is a ghost. If there is no ghost, the power of this soul summoning flag is not much stronger than the dragon and tiger tripod.

Put the soul taking flag into the storage ring. Song Fei sent the goat to continue his cultivation, while he returned to the time hall and began the lottery.

Every lucky draw is not only an opportunity to ascend to the sky, but also a moment that makes people's heart beat faster.

The spirit sank into the divine level exchange system. Song Fei gave an instruction, and a small red dot appeared in the divine level exchange system. It began to rotate among the massive items as dense as stars. With Song Fei's current eyesight, he still couldn't capture the track and speed of the red dot.

If you don't stop on each item at such a fast speed, you don't know how many days or years to waste.

In the acceleration of Song Fei's heart beat, the red dot stayed on a spell.

Burning the sky seal mark: it's a true fire spell. Because it's a lucky draw item, you can't exchange points.

Song Fei immediately found the formula of sealing the seal of heaven from the divine exchange system: burning the seal of heaven, cultivating the skill of the real world, condensing the real fire to play the seal of heaven. He has the power to burn the sky and cook the sea. The points required for exchange: 32 million.

Seeing this value, the system prompts that it is Xiuzhen level, which is not immortal level, but even so, Song Fei believes that it is also a heaven level spell, but he doesn't know which level is located in heaven level.

For Song Fei, it's like a tiger adding wings. Now the cultivation in xuanjing is still strong, but he hopes to have more powerful means. Burning the sky seal is the spell he needs most at present.

If the cultivation is completed, I'm afraid my combat effectiveness can increase sharply again.

However, Song Fei is also prepared. It is very difficult to cultivate Tianji magic. He may not be able to practice a complete burning seal in a short time. Just as Jun wanshuang practiced the Phoenix shadow palm at the beginning, she could only play the power of prefecture level inferior magic in two months.

Each advanced spell requires a very long time, a very high understanding, and an understanding of the cultivation Avenue. All three are indispensable. Therefore, even young disciples of big sects who can understand prefecture level spells are very good talents.

Their sect may have heaven level skills, but with the cultivation of young people, they won't consider letting them waste time doing things they can't do.

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In the dark space without the sun, the dead Qi of extreme Yin flows in the space. If it is in the human world, such an area may brew a very terrible ghost.

The figures that have not moved for tens of thousands of years are still sitting in the air quietly cross legged like mountains, like stone statues. Without external interference, they will not move for thousands of years. In this space where Yin Qi is about to thicken into liquid, I practice silently.

A seemingly ordinary body suddenly opened his eyes, but his eyes were filled with endless gray, even his pupils were gray.

With his eyes open, his body like a stone statue gives people a feeling of life. Then I heard him whisper, "bloody sky, I'm dead."

"What a useless waste." with Ling Xueming's roar, the whole space trembled heavily, as if it couldn't stand his pressure. The powerful ghosts wandering hundreds of miles away seemed to feel Ling Xueming's anger and screamed bitterly, and then flew towards the endless void.

But the figures around him were still practicing quietly like stone statues.

"Where is the blood soul?" Ling Xueming drank softly in the void.

A strong bloody Yin wind suddenly blew in the air, and then a charming young man slowly condensed his body with the Yin wind, knelt on one knee in front of Ling Xueming, and shouted in a low voice: "the ghost will pay a visit to the Lord."

"Xuetian is dead." Ling Xueming said faintly.

A disdainful smile appeared at the corners of the mouth of the flirtatious youth: "it's just a waste. Adults don't have to worry. The blood soul is willing to relieve their troubles for adults."

Ling Xueming stretched out his pale finger and gently touched it in the void. At the next moment, the faces of Song Fei and Jun wanshuang appeared and said faintly: "bring back the souls of these two people, not only I have a reward, but also Jiuyou's father."

"Yes, sir." the corners of the mouth of the flirtatious youth aroused a confident smile.

Ling Xueming stretched out his hand and grabbed it in vain. A bloody slender sword condensed in his hand and said faintly: "this is the projection of my sword. Here you are. Don't let me down."

"Lord Xie." the blood soul congratulated and respectfully took the long sword. Then the figure faded away and disappeared.