Chapter 514

After Yang Qiu returned to the hotel, he never went out again.

He has been studying the angel's heart, but he has never got to the point.

The statue as like as two peas and like a statue of Lucifer is like nature itself. Although the statue has only a thumb size and a head even a yellow bean seed, it is a little bit of a clear and frightening facial appearance.

The vague connection on the statue made him feel that his Dantian seemed to be ready to move.

After rebirth, he lost the yuxu palace, asked Tianjian, and the alchemy furnace that was magical enough to resist the lotus in the hand of emperor Shi Yan. Even the chaotic space lost contact with him. Now his most urgent thing is to think of opening the channel of chaotic space again.

Only in this way can he really have the power of self-protection. As long as he does not let the eyes of saints in the void monitor himself to a certain extent, he will have no danger.

But in these two months, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, but he is still unable to communicate with chaotic space.

He was once a strong man, especially after he came out of Fuxi temple, his body was temporarily occupied by the middle-aged man in the chaotic space. At that time, his strength soared to a terrible level. It felt like he sat on a rocket, took off from the earth and watched the earth disappear under his feet, Then he rushed into the solar system, watched the solar system disappear, and entered the Milky way again. He has been breaking through everything, and even finally out of the scope of the universe.

That feeling is real, and that feeling has never been experienced by anyone since ancient times.

That's all the will of a saint. It's the same as Yang Qiu's fast forward of the middle-aged man from birth to strength to a saint.

After thinking about it all afternoon, Yang Qiu didn't figure it out for a long time. Finally, he had to give up.

Holding the statue, Yang Qiu slowly lay in bed and slowly closed his eyes. He used his brain too much all afternoon. He was a little tired, so he closed his eyes and prepared to have a rest.

When he closed his eyes, the statue in his hand suddenly burst out two faint lights in his eyes, even a very slight sound in his mouth, and the statue actually began to breathe.

There was a very slight bell ringing in his mouth, his breath was long and continuous, and wisps of cyan and silver light and fog came in and out of him. The blue is the wind power of his cultivation, and the silver is the soul power of his cultivation.

Yang Qiu's strength is still too low, so he can't notice the strangeness of the statue. Just after he fell into a deep sleep, the statue was like a living man, slowly jumping out of his palm and slowly suspended on his Dantian. Then, in a fist sized light, behind the statue, Slowly spread three pairs of wings.

The black wings spread out and slowly extended to a length of half a meter.

The statue has completely become a living person. Even the clothes on her body seem to be floating gently. The dark emitted from her body is absolutely unknown even when Yang Qiu is awake.

This is not the death of evil, but the purest spirit of the nether world.

Yang Qiu himself didn't know that his body had changed. The running speed of his muscles and veins was suddenly accelerated countless times. He was covered with heat waves, and the surface of his body was constantly flashing with earthy yellow breath, which was very thick.

In this thick earthy yellow breath, his body seems to be undergoing subtle changes. A small vortex is formed on his Dantian. The figure of the statue villain suddenly becomes hazy, and then directly turns into a black smoke, which is sucked into his body by the vortex.

Yang Qiu suddenly had a dream.

He dreamed that he returned to the Fuxi temple and came to the Fengtian temple, but he didn't see the four little gods and beasts. Even the flowers and plants that were originally green in the Fuxi temple had become withered and dead.

Only the wood supporting the Fengtian hall still exudes green vitality, but the green vitality is more than 10000 times smaller than before.

That vitality can only barely support the Fengtian palace, and can no longer provide an endless stream of cyan vitality for the whole Fuxi temple.

Even the rainbow bridge became a little hazy. Looking from a distance, it was no longer a real bridge, but a rainbow.

Just when Yang Qiu didn't know what it was like, Fengtian hall suddenly trembled slightly.

He hurriedly climbed up the ladder. After going up, the first thing that came into his eyes was the nine tripods he put in the yuxu palace.

Kyushu tripods, each showing a position, were placed on the square in front of the Fengtian hall. Each tripod seemed to be rusty and no longer the glittering bronze color before.

The former Fengtian temple was full of vitality, but first, everything was dilapidated and seemed to fall into a breath of death.

When Yang Qiu was in a daze, he suddenly realized something and suddenly turned his head.

Just behind him, it was an endless space, with an earthy yellow breath rolling constantly, and then slowly condensed into a huge boundless virtual shadow of the human body.

The virtual shadow is so tall that Yang Qiu can't see how tall he is even if he has exhausted his eyesight, because he can only barely see the head of the huge virtual shadow.

This head is simply too big. In Yang Qiu's impression, even the dilapidated earth yellow giant planet in the Jihad field can't seem to catch up with one tenth of this head.

This huge virtual shadow gradually condensed into an entity.

Earthy yellow face, incomparable Gucci, and two eyes are as dazzling as two suns.

This is a giant standing in space, surrounded by galaxies and planets.

Yang Qiu feels very familiar with this person.

Dark long hair, I don't know where it hangs. Although I can't see his body, Yang Qiu can feel his burly and majestic figure.

"Little guy, I didn't expect to see you again so soon!"

Yang Qiu was shocked.

In a real sense, he saw the real face of the middle-aged man for the first time.

Once he had seen it, but it was definitely not the real body of a middle-aged man.

This is it.

"You...!"

The man smiled faintly and said to Yang Qiu:

"My surname is Feng and my name is Fang ya. You can call me uncle Feng."

Feng fangya, Yang Qiu thought for a long time. He didn't think of what the name represented, but he knew that uncle Feng was the middle-aged man.

"Uncle Feng? senior? Where am I? "

Feng fangya smiled mysteriously, and then blew a breath at Yang Qiu. Suddenly, he was forcibly taken out of the Fengtian hall.

Yang Qiu suddenly jumped up from the bed in her sleep.

The statue in his hand disappeared without a trace, and his body changed.