The moment they jumped into the pond, Liu Qiang and Ming Simin woke up from the feeling of the unity of heaven and man.

After waking up, Liu Qiang and Ming Sixin's first feeling was pain, a piercing pain, and all the water condensed by spiritual power in the pool was like an awl, piercing into their flesh and blood.

However, this pain made them feel very comfortable, and there were still some unknown things in their bodies that were squeezed out.

The feeling of two people now can only be described in one word, pain and happiness.

Slowly, the two of them found that they were beginning to adjust to the pain, and their bodies began to frantically absorb the energy in the pool.

"Not bad, the two little ones don't have so many impurities in their bodies. ”

Having completely calmed down and no urge to start, the Colorful Sky Swallowing Snake asked in a cold voice: "I said Lao Zamao, the two little guys are very good, which one are you going to choose to be your successor?"

Others may not know that they have been sealed in the Windless Holy Land for five hundred years, and the two former kings do not know where the real treasures of the Windless Holy Land are?

The inheritance of the Windless Venerable is one of them, in addition to the inheritance, the most precious thing is the pool where Liu Qiang and Ming Sixin are now staying in a pool that is all made of spiritual power.

All the spiritual power condensed in the pool is spiritual power, and it is the purest spiritual power, which belongs to the essence of the essence, which has the effect of washing bones and marrow, and can improve the qualifications and potential of living beings.

The two of them didn't know how many times they had soaked in it, and Venerable Wufeng looked satisfied, obviously wanting to choose one of the two people, Liu Qiang and Ming Sixin, as his successor in the Tianxuan Continent.

What is the most important thing for a strong man and a powerful force?

Even if the Central Empire is crippled, it chooses to join forces with the Blood Demon Sect to fight against the Immortal Cloud Sect and other immortal sects, and is unwilling to let its inheritance be severed, this is the reason.

"Needless to say, of course, choose that little one. ”

Iron Crown Eagle gave the answer, in its opinion, Liu Qiang is better than Ming Sixin.

"Alas, if you can see it, how can I not see it? I'm not afraid to tell you that I am not qualified to accept him as a successor, otherwise do you think I will choose to help another person realize the unity of heaven and man?"

Although the Windless Venerable is only a spirit that appears here, this spirit has the same wisdom and thinking as himself, and it can be said that the Windless Venerable controls its actions in the heavenly realm.

The Windless Venerable, who had already ascended to the Heavenly Realm for five hundred years, actually said that he was not qualified to accept Liu Qiang as his successor?

"You should really be glad that if you showed any hostility towards that little guy before, it might be you who are in real danger now. ”

I don't think that the words of the Windless Venerable are intimidation, the two former beast kings, I am really glad that they have no murderous intentions from beginning to end, they just want to tease Liu Qiang and them.

The conversation continued, and the scene fell silent for a while.

Liu Qiang and Ming Sixin were bathing in the pool condensed by spiritual power, the Windless Venerable and the two beast kings who had been suppressed for five hundred years were silently watching, and the Purple Cloud Chicken was feeling the familiar breath, the kind of breath that could make it feel safe.

The turquoise color of the pool slowly began to disappear, followed by the clear water began to become dirty.

This situation lasted for half an hour, and the entire Windless Holy Land was no longer as aura as before, and Liu Qiang and Ming Sixin no longer felt that they could absorb spiritual power, so they stopped and walked out stretching their waists.

Walking out of the pool, Liu Qiang felt refreshed and comfortable.

Just now feeling that the spiritual power of heaven and earth in the Windless Holy Land has decreased to a very poor level, and all the spiritual fruits and elixirs have become wilted, Liu Qiang was at a loss for a while.

"What's going on?"

Just asked, Liu Qiang found that Ming Sixin's cultivation had reached the middle stage of the pregnancy god, and it could be said that he had improved two small realms at once, which was something he had never encountered before.

"Huh, why has your cultivation improved so much?"

Liu Qiang's words shocked Ming Sixin, seeing that Liu Qiang's cultivation was no longer in the early stage of agility, but had become the peak of agility, and it was possible to break through the realm of agility at any time, Ming Sixin was shocked.

Just when Liu Qiang was about to continue to communicate with his cousin about what happened, there was a dizziness, and the two of them appeared in the small courtyard where the thatched hut that they desperately wanted to enter before suddenly appeared.

"Don't be curious, it is reasonable that the two of you can use the power of the entire Windless Holy Land to wash your bones and cut the marrow, and your strength can be increased to this extent. ”

An old man with a transparent body and fairy wind bones kept gently stroking the head of the Ziyun Chicken, and the Ziyun Chicken, who had lived for hundreds of years, was equivalent to a human god powerhouse, and he looked like he was enjoying it at this time.

The Colorful Sky Swallowing Snake and the Iron Crowned Eagle, the two kings who had been suppressed for many years, stood aside, although they were still unruly, but they did not dare to be presumptuous.

Suddenly, Ming Sixin recognized this voice one step ahead of Liu Qiang.

It was this voice that guided me to slowly fall into that wonderful state, and then appeared in the pool just now, and after coming out of the pool, my strength increased greatly.

pulled Liu Qiang, who was still thinking about the identity of the Windless Venerable, to kneel down.

"Ming Sixin greets the seniors, thank you for the guidance of the seniors!"

What is surprising is that in the face of Ming Sixin's bowing, Venerable Wufeng accepted it calmly, and in the face of Liu Qiang's kneeling, Venerable Wufeng's spirit body turned sideways and avoided it.

Worried about making people suspicious, the Windless Venerable smiled and said, "Get up!

In order to make the Purple Cloud Chicken feel his existence more truly, the Windless Venerable continued to absorb the power, condensed the right hand of the spirit into an entity, pulled one of the wings of the Purple Cloud Chicken, led the way in front of his head, and walked into the hut.

I always felt that the spiritual power of the Windless Venerable was strange, as if he respected Liu Qiang very much, and was even a little afraid, and the king who was suppressed at both ends was full of doubts in his heart.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old little guy in the spirit realm, how could he let the Windless Venerable have such an attitude?

Considering the attitude of the Venerable Wufeng, the two kings who had been suppressed deliberately slowed down by half a step, allowing Liu Qiang and Ming Sixin to enter the hut first.

Having already guessed the identity of the Windless Venerable, Liu Qiang's heart was full of curiosity and doubts.

Instead of feeling any danger, he felt a strong sense of kindness, and Ming Sixin glanced at each other, and the two walked into the hut side by side.

As soon as they entered the hut, a force that made them feel suffocated was overwhelming.

Fortunately, their strength has increased greatly, and they can barely withstand the oppression of that power.

Looking around, I found that the internal space of the thatched hut was not small, with a depth of five meters and a width of three meters, and there was a house on the left and right, and a portrait was offered in the main hall of the thatched hut, and under the portrait was a simple wooden table, on which was offered a fan made of feathers, and the power that made them feel oppressed was emanating from the fan made of feathers.

There was nothing else but six chairs on either side of the side.