In the territory controlled by the Jiuyan tribe, the wooden boat had been flying for a long time, and it had stopped many times, but under Wang Feng's instructions, he would rather take more detours than pass through the area where the sect tribe existed. Most of the roads were deserted and harsh areas, and Wang Feng, who had resumed his cultivation, still slept much longer than he was awake as usual, and even Hutou felt that the ascetic boss back then was not seen by his side, and now he was the sleepy Wang Feng by his side. But Ah Zi didn't agree with the tiger's statement, but looked at this big brother who is rarely so relaxed, it is rare to have such an easy day, even if he cultivates like this, he doesn't care if he doesn't make an inch. When encountering a great enemy, he is accompanied by his own tiger head.

The flight for several months in a row was out of the vast territory controlled by the Nine Flames Sect, and it was rare to see advanced monks in those uninhabited areas. I only met a monk who had the highest cultivation and only a golden pill mirror, but when I saw a monk with such a flying magic weapon, it must be those disciples of the sect who traveled to where they could afford these casual cultivators. On the contrary, the road was very peaceful, but when I encountered a few groups of monks fighting the law, they just ignored it. What does their life or death have to do with the three of them, as long as they don't annoy them, they won't care.

The closer the wooden boat was to the edge of the Nine Flames, the more and more monks were in those remote areas, and they were all heading towards one place. Some of the more daring monks even thought of taking this wooden boat to the famous Black Black Sect, not wanting to go directly, as long as they could carry a distance, they could go faster, and even avoid those enemies.

Under the strength of the tiger head, those monks all left quietly, and they had been sleeping, and Del Wang Feng didn't pay attention to these things at all. Basically, I have been sleeping for the past few months, and the most incredible thing about Ah Zihutou is that he actually repaired all of them while sleeping, and even all the injuries recovered automatically like a divine beast with natural powers.

Only Wang Feng, who was still sleeping at this time, knew that the pond in the sea was getting bigger and bigger at this time, and the water in the pond could be said to be the cultivation itself, and it could be said to be the current realm. As long as the pond gets bigger, the bigger the pond water becomes, relative to this cultivation realm will grow steadily, Wang Feng looked at the pond that didn't go down, and knew very well in his heart that although the current cultivation had not improved, the current divine consciousness was close to half a step on the evolution of the divine mirror, and the monks who had completed the Divine Mirror for many years were almost the same. Especially with the cultivation of the Thousand Autumn Great Dream, the easier it is to control the power of the spirit and demon that is fused with the ten powers of itself, and there is no such thing as transformation even now. As long as the mind moves, it can pull a trace of qi, whether it is fire, thunder or lightning, or ice, it can be dissipated from the body at the moment of the mind's movement.

In the dream world, Wang Feng was just practicing in a quiet retreat, and at this time, compared with the outside world in the dream world, although it was only a comparison of a day and a year, it was enough now. Originally, it was forcibly pulled up by the Demon Venerable, and it didn't take long from the end of the infant to the late Yuan Infant. The realm of the middle Yuan Infant was not stable, and it was forcibly reached the late Yuan Infant after the Demon Zun occupied the body and fought with Pingyu. In the meantime, there is no cultivation In the meantime, there is no cultivation In the first battle with Qi Hanzhen, the cultivation seems to be still in the late Yuan Infant stage, but Wang Feng knows that the cultivation in the late Yuan Infant period does not need to contribute as long as the pool is determined at the beginning, awakening and moving, as long as Wang Feng can make a move, the realm will fall directly. As for whether it is Jin Dan or Zhuji, it is not clear, but now in the dream realm, although it cannot be improved, but the improvement of the realm is steadily improved.

In the past few months, Wang Feng has spent a hundred years in his sleep as if he had spent a hundred years in a dream, and the originally crumbling realm has been recuperated and gradually stabilized. At this time, Wang Feng can be regarded as the real realm of the late Yuan Infant stage, and the aura that pervades his whole body is difficult for others to feel as long as it is not deliberately leaked. It's just that from this day on, Wang Feng has been awake, no longer pretending to sleep, but actually dreaming, and now feeling the almost perfect realm in the late Yuan Infant stage, Wang Feng feels the connection between heaven and earth more and more clearly.

For more than ten days in a row, the tiger head reached the first turn, and the strength of the body was experienced. Ah Zi's "Bloodthirsty Dafa" has also steadily improved under the mutual discussion with Wang Feng, and the more unfathomable he feels about the exercises given by this demon master. At this time, Wang Feng knew very well in his heart that whether it was "The Book of Wind and Flames", "Song of the Wind and Thunder" or "Bloodthirsty Dafa", they were only auxiliary, and only "Ten Thousand Demons" was the main exercise. I got these exercises before, but I just felt that they were much better than the "Ten Thousand Demons Decision", until the connection between them was clear, and the so-called method of double rest was just separate cultivation, and there was not much benefit. But now that the power of various exercises is condensed, why not the traction of "Ten Thousand Demons". Wang Feng is even more clear about the cultivation of the exercises, and he is firm in his heart that only his own heart is his own way.

Getting closer and closer to the Black Black Sect Wang Feng has been standing in front of the wooden boat for the past few days, looking at the place where it is not easy to escape. It's all because of that crack, if it weren't for Ah Zi's best efforts, I'm afraid that he would have a chance to survive. Now that he has the cultivation of the late Yuan Infant, he knows in his heart that in the face of which god he saw back then, Wu Qi in the early stage may not have the strength to fight, and these grievances must be settled now. After that, I went back to the Northern Regions, and when I didn't know if there was a chance to come to the Western Regions, seeing that the Black Black Sect was getting closer and closer, Wang Feng felt more and more uneasy in his heart.

Ah Zi said: "Where is the eldest brother, it's almost coming." ”

The tiger head, who didn't understand the hatred brought about by this kind of near death, was also standing behind Wang Feng, silently looking at the Black Black Sect that had never been there for some distance. I saw Wang Feng clasping his hands and said, "Cold wind, I, Wang Feng, are here again, so that your Black Black Sect is ready." If you can't kill all of you this time, the Black Black Sect will also make your sect leader feel distressed, but now if you want to face Wang, you have to pay more than more than a hundred years, and I'm afraid you won't be able to keep it. Black Cult, I'm here again. ”

On that mountain, as usual, the local monks had never raised their heads for a day, and even the most powerful Black Black Cult in the region was miserable. The incident that happened more than a hundred years ago is remembered by both monks and mortals. It's not those ordinary people who are still alive, but the descendants of the next generation who can see the immortals in their eyes whenever they look up more than a hundred years ago. The difference is that the immortals that these ancestors admired are not what they imagined at all, whether it is for the local monks or these originally inferior mortals.

In the area of these plains, there are many sects, which involve a large number of local people, one after another, no worse than the main hall of the Black Black Sect, but tens of thousands of mortals began to think that this was the favor of the immortals. But now no one thinks so, and no one is clear about which of these so-called immortals is not a demon who kills people and does not spit out bones. As long as the people who built the palace and forest garden, none of them came back, and they always thought that the Black Black Sect, which was high in the past, could appear and drive away these uninvited monks.

I know that after a long time, the Black Black Sect has been in ruin, and it has been many years, except for the crack, there is no place here that is the same as a hundred years ago. There were bones everywhere, and it was no longer possible to distinguish between the bodies of the monks and the bones of mortals. Seeing the bones of a monk in other places is not a rare event for mortals, and even the ancestors are smoking, so they can have the opportunity to cultivate. Even if you can't cultivate immortality, you can still blow a few words in the market and sell it for a good price, but who dares to move it now. If it is found by those passing monks, it is a dead body, and even thrown into the crack where there are no longer many bones to find the way that really exists, and the legend is even more in the eyes of mortals, as long as you find that road to the end, it is the fairy world.

Wu Qi, who was sitting in the mountain behind the Black Black Sect, had not taken a step for more than fifty years, not because he was afraid of death, but as long as the sect leader who sat in charge of the sect left the Black Black Sect, he was afraid that he would be trampled by those foreign sect disciples in a moment, and this sect that had existed for thousands of years would be broken. Wu Qi just didn't want the Black Black Sect left by the ancestor to disappear from now, and the more important thousands of disciples were only about a hundred disciples left. Those are all children who have grown up and cultivated to the current realm, and they are all their own children. That elder could watch his descendants die one by one, but he was powerless, and it was only in the fifty years that he appeared and killed three monks in one fell swoop, so that those foreign monks could wantonly slaughter the Black Black Sect or catch it and throw it into the cracks.

Wu Qi opened his eyes and looked at the pathetic crack and said, "When will it be over for more than a hundred years, the old man has had enough." ”

On this day, which ancestor of the Black Black Sect arrived at the crack with two Yuan Ying Mirror monks and shattered the three formation eyes, making the crack even more unstable. He was even more seriously injured by the battle of the Avatar Monk who guarded the rift, and still did not break the formation to maintain stability. can only escape back to the Black Black Sect and retreat, all the monks just laughed at the Black Black Sect and were more afraid of the disciples of the Black Black Sect. For fear that this old ancestor would appear to kill again, he could only look at how to find that one.

No one knew which demon the monk who came out of the crack was carrying and another demon was coming here in a wooden boat.