Yi Feng felt funny when he saw Lan Mengyao seeing death like this, if she had such an awareness in Tianlu, it would save him a lot of trouble.

"Forget it, I don't want to kill people now, and if you go out early on the ladder, you won't be here. ”

Thinking of what happened on the ladder, Lan Mengyao felt aggrieved, climbing the ladder was for the empowerment of spiritual energy, such a temptation could be resisted by a few people, she didn't know that Yi Feng actually had such a means, not only escaped from the dean's hands, but also caught her in this strange place by the way.

"Yi Feng, how about you let me go, I swear never to be your enemy?" Lan Mengyao really opened her eyes, and her beautiful eyes were sincere.

"Even if I let you go, you won't be able to go back to Nanling Academy, to tell you the truth, this is the Cangling Continent, not the Ethereal Realm, if you want to enter the Ethereal Realm from the Cangling Continent, you have to cultivate to the Desolate Spirit Realm. For this woman, Yi Feng also felt a headache, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

Lan Mengyao's beautiful eyes were full of despair, thinking that her parents at home might have thought that she was dead and was sad, Lan Mengyao couldn't help crying in a low voice, without cultivation, she was no different from an ordinary girl.

Yi Feng sighed helplessly, Lan Mengyao was just involved in the grievances between him and Nanling Academy, to be precise, between him and Bai Yujie, at that time, under the attack of that dean, he was also impulsive and had a brain fever, so he brought Lan Mengyao back together.

These days, Lan Mengyao just sat at the stone table, her jade hand holding her cheeks and looking at the lake in a daze, sighing from time to time.

Yi Feng didn't pay attention to her, as for how to deal with Lan Mengyao, he would solve it afterwards, but now, Yi Feng was preparing to engrave the ancestral wood inscription.

After half a month of adjustment, Yi Feng has recovered to his peak state, the injuries on his body have completely healed, and he has even reached the realm of the seventh layer of body refining.

"Feng'er, as a teacher, I believe you will succeed!" said the Ethereal Saint Monarch with a light smile.

Yi Feng nodded, and immediately sat cross-legged on the bed, holding Xuan Ao's handprint with both hands on his chest, and finally joined on his chest and entered a state of cultivation.

The Ethereal Saint Monarch walked out quietly, no longer bothering Yi Feng, but everything that followed was not something he could help.

Yi Feng slowly operated the Ethereal Technique, which is also the subtlety of the Ethereal Technique, only by entering the Yellow Spirit Realm can you choose the exercise method to cultivate, this is basically the common knowledge of the martial artists of the entire Cangling Continent, but the Ethereal Technique can be cultivated in the realm of refining the body.

By mistake, Yi Feng met the conditions for cultivating the Ethereal Technique, which could be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

The first step of engrave the inscription is to leave his own soul imprint on the ancestral wood inscription, Yi Feng has some difficulty calling his soul power, after soul burning, his current soul power is only about the same as that of an ordinary body refining martial artist.

The ancestral wood inscription emitted a blazing green light that prevented Yi Feng from leaving a soul mark, and every time Yi Feng's soul power imprinted on the ancestral wood inscription, Yi Feng would be impacted by the power of the ancestral wood inscription, making him dizzy for a while.

It's not an option!

Yi Feng looked at the ancestral wood inscription that slowly rotated in his dantian and pondered, how to pass through these light clusters.

Suddenly, Yi Feng began to brew strength again, this time, he didn't rush directly, only to see his soul power slowly spread out, and finally condensed into thousands of fine needles, and then all the fine targets shot in the same direction.

The soul needles followed one after another, and finally rushed into the light cluster and were imprinted on the ancestral wood inscription.

It's done?

Yi Feng was a little overjoyed, and hurriedly imprinted his soul mark on the ancestral wood inscription.

The next step is to use the ethereal technique to engrave the ancestral wood inscription to the veins.

Yi Feng took a deep breath and frantically ran the ethereal technique, only to see that the aura around Yi Feng's body began to thicken, and the aura of the entire room was gathering around Yi Feng's body.

Now is the time!

The spiritual power wrapped the ancestral wood inscription, directly imprinted on his tendons, Yi Feng only felt a burst of pain in his liver and intestines, and the moment the ancestral wood inscription touched his tendons, Yi Feng's tendons and veins actually began to wither and crack.

The ancestral wood inscription is actually absorbing his vitality!

"Spit it out for me!"

Yi Feng adhered to his mind, and with that soul imprint, he wanted to control the ancestral wood inscription to spit out those vitality.

Although it didn't succeed, Yi Feng felt that the ancestral wood inscription no longer absorbed his vitality, which made Yi Feng feel a little relieved.

Yi Feng frantically absorbed the aura, and used the ethereal spirit technique's exercise route to let the power of the aura bearer's ancestral wood inscription run along the veins.

The aura in the cabin was decreasing dramatically, and except for Yi Feng's body, the rest of the cabin had become a vacuum of aura.

Where the inscription of the ancestral wood of the aura bearer passed, the veins began to slowly recover, and on the veins, you could see the green mysterious lines printed on them.

The aura was not enough, Yi Feng endured the pain of the tendons and veins being cut by the knife, and ran the exercises more frantically to absorb the aura, but because of the strength, he was unable to gather the aura farther away, which made Yi Feng feel a little lacking in strength.

Outside the cabin, Lan Mengyao was a little frightened, she could clearly feel the aura near the cabin pouring into the house, the terrifying absorption speed, she had never seen before.

The Ethereal Saint Monarch frowned, the movement made by this is a bit big, does the little guy need a lot of aura?

The Ethereal Saint Monarch's fingers dotted, and one after another inscriptions appeared, and then outlined one inscription rune after another, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of inscription runes jumped in the air, and with a wave of the Ethereal Saint Monarch's hand, the inscription runes disappeared into the space around the cabin.

Next, with the cabin as the center, the aura of the entire space was pouring towards the cabin, and the entire space seemed to be blowing a storm of aura.

"Advanced Spirit Gathering Formation?" Lan Mengyao blurted out, with such a might, it was at least a sixth-level inscription formation.

Lan Mengyao was already numb, and she no longer had the slightest illusion of escaping in her heart.

Yi Feng felt that the aura suddenly became sufficient again, and he hurriedly absorbed it and continued to engrave the inscription.

The Ethereal Saint Monarch looked at Lan Mengyao, and with a wave of his hand, the inscription sealing her cultivation dispersed directly, and Lan Mengyao felt the power of the Xuanling Realm again.

"Senior wants to let me go?" Lan Mengyao was a little overjoyed.

"Little girl, do you want to become an inscription master?" said the Ethereal Saint Monarch with a faint smile.

Yi Feng has the ancestral inscription, and in the future, he will definitely have his own unique achievements in the inscription master, but his mantle must be passed on.

Lan Mengyao only felt that she was in the clouds, but soon she was overjoyed, how many people dreamed of having such a strong person to teach.

"Apprentice Lan Mengyao, meet Master!" As she spoke, Lan Mengyao was about to kneel down and kowtow to the Ethereal Saint Monarch.

This little girl is as clever as Yi Feng, but with a wave of the Ethereal Saint Monarch's hand, Lan Mengyao's body that was about to kneel was helped up again.

"Little girl, don't be busy first, if you want to worship me as a teacher, you need to promise me a condition, if you agree, I will accept you as an apprentice, if you don't agree, you can leave by yourself. "After learning about the demon from Yi Feng, the Ethereal Saint Monarch always had a feeling that Yi Feng would meet that demon one day, and as a master, he needed to help Yi Feng do something.

"Senior, please tell me the conditions. Lan Mengyao calmed down, she didn't say yes.

The Ethereal Saint Monarch secretly sighed that this little girl had a good heart, "It's not so much about the conditions, it's more about the door rules, I swear to only accept two disciples, if it's two male disciples, you must get along like brothers, and you must not kill each other, if you are both female disciples, you must be like sisters." ”

The Ethereal Saint Monarch paused, "If it's a man and a woman, they will be married!"

Lan Mengyao's delicate body trembled, she didn't expect this senior to have such a unique door rule, but she didn't doubt that some seniors had special features.

It's just that Lan Mengyao wouldn't have thought that this so-called door rule was just casually made up by the Ethereal Saint Monarch.

"Little girl, have you thought about it?"

Lan Mengyao gritted her teeth, obviously struggling, asking her to marry Yi Feng, and she blushed when she thought about it.

After a while, Lan Mengyao knelt down to the Ethereal Saint Monarch, "Apprentice Lan Mengyao to meet Master!"

Lan Mengyao finally figured it out, even in the family, her marriage can only be a tool used by the family to marry, in this case, it is better to make marriage her own tool, she can also worship a strong man as a teacher.

"Alright, get up!" the Ethereal Saint Monarch waved his hand, and a soft force lifted her up.

With a strong person like the Ethereal Saint Monarch, designing a little girl, I can't help but feel that my old face is a little red.

"Little girl, I'll pass you an exercise for the teacher first!" The Ethereal Saint Monarch pointed his finger at Lan Mengyao's forehead, and Lan Mengyao felt a wave of obscure and mysterious information rush into his brain.

When she figured out the content of the exercises in the message, horror appeared on her pretty face, and she immediately became ecstatic.

"Meditation, the method of soul cultivation, your current soul is too weak to meet the conditions for becoming an inscription master, these days, practice well, remember, don't spread this exercise!" The Ethereal Saint Monarch solemnly warned Lan Mengyao, if it weren't for the Meditation chapter of the Ethereal Saint Monarch, Lan Mengyao wanted to become an inscription master, I'm afraid it would be impossible.

One can imagine how much of a sensation it would cause if the meditation chapter were circulated in this world.

Lan Mengyao suppressed the joy in her heart, she also knew that this exercise was too shocking, and she took the warning of the Ethereal Saint Monarch to heart.

Yi Feng was still imprinting the inscription, and the ancestral inscription was engraved on the veins, but it was a slow and dangerous process, although he had passed the dangerous period, he still didn't dare to be careless.

Half a month passed quietly, and half of the veins on Yi Feng's body were already engraved with green mystical lines, and he could clearly feel the strength of the veins that were engraved with the ancestral inscriptions.

And these days, the Ethereal Saint Monarch is carefully teaching Lan Mengyao, and even the Ethereal Saint Monarch has to sigh, Lan Mengyao does have an amazing talent in the inscription master, and the first time he compiles the inscription, he succeeded, although it is only an inscription of five strokes.

Through the meditation chapter, Lan Mengyao's soul power was also slowly growing, and I saw her sitting cross-legged on the grass, holding Xuan Ao's handprint on her chest with both hands, in the midst of cultivation.

The Ethereal Saint Monarch looked at Lan Mengyao, and then looked at the cabin, his face was full of relief, he couldn't imagine that he, who was just a wisp of thought, would accept these two talented apprentices thousands of years later.

For another ten days, the aura around the cabin suddenly became agitated, and the Ethereal Saint Monarch was startled, and immediately withdrew the Spirit Gathering Inscription Array.

"Master, is he going to get out of the customs?" Lan Mengyao also felt the fluctuations, woke up from his meditation, walked to the side of the Ethereal Saint Monarch, and stared at the cabin.

After so long, Lan Mengyao always called Yi Feng by him, and the three words of junior brother were always difficult to speak.