Don't say it, Xiao Mo is just a teenager.

Even if he is an existence in the realm of a god and demon king, he will be dumbfounded and turned into a sculpture.

"Master, you're not bragging, are you?"

Xiao Mo asked a little brainlessly.

After asking, he already regretted it.

Even if Master Qin Feng is bragging, as an apprentice, he will let Master blow for a while, what can he do?

As long as the master is happy.

Qin Feng, who was old, naturally saw Xiao Mo's thoughts.

"Hey, it seems that you still don't understand the real power of your master!"

The corners of Qin Feng's mouth turned up slightly.

He still had to decide to give this little disciple a little shock again.

"You don't know how precious it is to refine the mystical essence blood every day. Then you devour a drop of the fountain of life every day, and its preciousness is similar to the essence blood you devour.

This Spirit Clan girl beside her is very aware of the preciousness of your refining Fountain of Life.

Take out a drop of water from the fountain of life. Can you let her see, isn't it very precious?"

The World Tree took root in the Sea of Blood, forming a huge lake within a radius of hundreds of miles around the Sea of Blood.

The lake is full of fountains of life.

At the same time, the power of existence in the dominant essence blood is very violent, and it can only be diluted with the water of the fountain of life. Let Xiao Mo refine peacefully.

Otherwise, just in the essence and blood, the terrifying will that existed could already make Xiao Mo's body explode directly.

Looking at Qin Feng's confident words, Xiao Mo took out a drop of the spring of life suspiciously.

Suddenly, bursts of breath of life that ordinary people could not imagine suddenly became violent.

Although, the eighth layer has been destroyed.

After all, this is a place for dignitaries and nobles to relax, chat, and enjoy the beautiful scenery, and the corridors around it are full of some precious flowers and trees.

When Xiao Mo condensed the Seven Nights of Vermilion Bird and the Seven Nights of Xuanwu, he was devastated by the force of madness. The lush flowers and trees are gone.

However, there are still some ornamental plant seeds that are not crushed.

Now, when the fountain of life appears.

In an instant, just the breath of life that permeated the surroundings caused many seeds to sprout at once.

In just a breath or two, it has grown lush.

These are all changes around the week.

The moment she saw the spring of life, the little spirit girl also had a horrified look on her face.

"This is the fountain of life condensed from the ancient tree of life? How could it be? How could the human race have such a strange thing?"

You must know that the Spirit Race is one of the seven races of the heavens.

There is only one Ancient Tree of Life, and it only exists in the ancestral land of the Spirit Race.

The spirit clan of the heavens and all worlds, only when they set foot in the realm of the emperor can they have the qualifications to return to the supreme heavenly ancestor land at any time.

And the king-level powerhouse can only return to the Supreme Heavenly Ancestor Land at the Ten Thousand Year Sacrifice.

This is also the only chance for the king of the Spirit Race to be able to get the Ancient Tree of Life to produce the Spring of Life.

Even if he is qualified, a Spirit Clan King will only obtain a small bottle of Life Spring Water at best.

And just now, the utensils of the spring of life that Xiao Mo took out were a palm-sized gourd,

However, compared to the so-called small jade bottle, the capacity is more than ten times larger.

Plus, the conversation between the two of them.

Xiao Mo actually used the spring of life to cultivate, and he consumed a lot of it every day.

The spirit girl's heart was shocked, and she couldn't help but have a thought, how many life springs do they have?

When she came back to her senses, she was a little excited, and her footsteps quickly appeared beside Xiao Mo.

Looking at the spring of life up close, the horror in his eyes was overflowing: "It is really the spring of life emitted by the ancient tree of life." Look at the richness of the breath of life contained in it,

Even among the life springs of the ancient tree of life, it is also a rare boutique existence. Just a drop of life spring water is equivalent to at least tens of thousands of source stones. ”

Hearing this, Xiao Mo was completely stupid.

Tens of thousands of source stones?

You must know that even if it is Su Li, the son of the Marquis of Jingyu, he only has more than twenty source stones.

The entire net worth of a prince in the immortal realm does not necessarily have four or five hundred source stones.

Just this small drop of life spring water is equivalent to tens of thousands of source stones.

In other words, a drop of the spring of life is more precious than a fire from an ancient city in the ancient country.

"I, me, me! Cultivating every day consumes at least three drops of Life Spring Water, which means that the three ancient cities were eaten by me like this?

There is also the time to practice blood, devouring the refined mysterious essence blood.

With these more than ten days of cultivation, I will eat half of the fire from the ancient country?"

Xiao Mo was dumbfounded.

Three drops a day?

And even more mysterious essence blood?

The spirit girl covered her lips with her slender jade hand, obviously very stunned. It's like seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

"As a disciple of my Qin Feng, don't be shocked at every turn. All the incredible things will be possible in front of me. ”

In front of his little disciple, pretending to be a luxurious force, Qin Feng's mood was still quite good.

"Let's go, let me see what kind of mystery exists in the ninth floor of this so-called Heavenly Desolate Tower!"

The sluggish spirit girl also woke up.

For the ninth floor of the Heavenly Desolate Building, where the emperor retreated in the legend, he was also very curious.

Qin Feng walked towards the corner.

Suddenly, a terrifying devouring black hole appeared in the void.

An endless storm of destruction, pregnant at the center of the black hole.

A furious tear, everything that can be destroyed.

Seeing such a scene. Even Xiao Mo's face changed by it.

Qin Feng's gaze flashed a little weird.

He didn't feel any horror about the appearance of the black hole.

Instead, he discovered that there was a familiar aura in the black hole.

"In the wilderness, how can there be a familiar breath that I feel?"

Parents?

No!

Zi Yao's little witch, it's not.

But who else but them?

A little confusion filled his eyes.

"No matter what, I'm going to figure it out!"

In Qin Feng's heart, such a thought flashed.

Then, the playful smile on his face had completely disappeared, and he looked at Xiao Mo and the elf with a slightly solemn expression: "You two follow in my footsteps." As long as it doesn't appear outside of my body, there will be no problem!"

After that, Qin Feng's footsteps had already stepped into the whirlpool.

Xiao Mo did not hesitate to follow.

Regardless of whether it was easy to take someone to the eighth floor of the Heavenly Desolate Tower, or whether he had the Fountain of Life and the mysterious essence blood, it all showed that Qin Feng was definitely not simple.

Since he is very confident in stepping into the black hole.

Then there is a certain certainty, and the elves will follow suit, stepping into the dark vortex.

The eighth floor of the Heavenly Desolate Building returned to calm again.