"Well, can you lend me the scroll?"

As soon as he saw this scroll, Wu Feng had a strong feeling, and in it, there seemed to be something attracting him.

That feeling is like an iron chain coming towards me, pulling my consciousness to death.

"Xiao Feng, don't be too reluctant, this spiritual technique can't be cultivated, grandpa should give you something else, right?" Shangqing Qingren helplessly persuaded, he had also participated in this spiritual technique, but he had no clue, it seemed to be ancient, and I don't know who wrote it.

"Haven't you noticed anything........" Taking the scroll, Wu Feng stroked it, feeling the fluctuations in it, and his desire became stronger.

The senses shook their heads, looking confused.

Yi Xing smiled disdainfully and snorted coldly: "This kid doesn't know how to pretend to understand."

Seeing his frivolous tone, Qingluan sighed slightly: "Senior Brother Yi, Senior Brother Wu has just come to the sect, you have no grievances and no hatred, why do you want to make things difficult for him like this......"

"Qingluan, even you are facing him?"

Yi Xing's face was ugly, what do you know, he is here, where am I going, haven't you seen the appreciation of the Taishi Ancestor for him? Who is the chief disciple and who is qualified to inherit the next sect master!

Qingluan was stunned, then shook his head and sighed silently......

.....

The scroll is dark green throughout, and the embroidered edge is sewn with gold wire, which is relatively precious from the appearance, and you can go to the pawnshop to exchange a few bags of gold coins.

When I opened the scroll, the handwriting on it was extremely obscure, mysterious and mysterious, and it seemed to be unreasonable, making people incomprehensible.

However, the feeling of seduction became stronger and stronger, as if it was about to erupt and envelop itself.

What is it.......

Wu Feng frowned and tried to pour spiritual power into it.

Suddenly, with the contamination of spiritual power, the scroll actually began to tremble, and in the humming, there seemed to be fairy music coming out.

"Whoosh!"

A powerful suction force erupted without warning, and its own spiritual power was sucked in, as if the thirsty dead branches met the spring rain and greedily absorbed.

Is this going to eat me?

Wu Feng was shocked and wanted to shake off the scroll, but found that he was weak, and his whole body froze in place, unable to even move his eyelids.

"Spiritual power fits, inheritance opens!"

Suddenly, these eight big characters flashed in his mind, wafting with an ancient aura, and at this moment, the scroll also returned to normal.

But then, thoughts swept over the consciousness and took over consciousness like a raging storm.

Wu Feng was horrified to find that the scroll was forcibly instilling some kind of strange energy into his body, and he couldn't refuse!

Although it is weird, I have to say that this energy is warm and comfortable......

This change stunned the three of them.

Qingluan's eyes were concerned, and he just wanted to speak, but Shangqing Zhenren waved his hand: "Don't disturb, he is going through a crucial process now, let's not act rashly......"

"Buzz ......"

At this time, Wu Feng was covered in blue light, his feet were off the ground, floating in the air, and his expression was indescribably enjoyable.

Yi Xing's eyelids jumped, and his heart was secretly shocked.

Why, the scroll just reacted to him? I've seen it, but why don't there be these visions, could it be that he really discovered the secret?

"It's so hot......."

Suddenly, Wu Feng frowned.

The energy began to become hot and dry, and it was scurrying around in the meridians, as if searching for something.

In the eyes of outsiders, at this time, the blue light around his body was soaring, graceful like a round of sun, and even his pores were sprayed with spiritual essence, inhaling and receiving, and the wind was raging!

"What a strong breath, this, what's going on?"

Shangqing was dumbfounded, even he felt a trace of oppression, let alone others.

Qingluan's little face was pale, and he could only retreat far away.

Yi Xing gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay where he was, unwilling to lose face.

"Yi Xing, get out of here!" shouted the Shangqing people urgently.

Yi Xing didn't reply, and was resisting the growing pressure with all his might.

He raised his head stiffly, but in a few moments, a fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

Yi Xing was horrified in his heart, why, just his momentum can hurt himself, how strong is his strength now?

"Ahh

The energy rushed around, and it was unspeakably uncomfortable.

Wu Feng roared, his breath exploded again, the wind was blowing, the ground cracked inch by inch, and under the influence of spiritual power, the gravel floated off the ground.

And this gust of wind directly lifted Yi Xing out, fell a dog and ate, his hair was scattered, and he was covered in mud.

Shangqing people hurriedly carried him, his feet did not touch the ground, and he flew into the distance, if he stayed, Yi Xing was afraid that he would be crushed to death!

Because of this breath, it is comparable to the Spirit Sect!!

Wu Feng clenched his fists, and the rise of his breath lasted for half a pillar of incense.

After the aura reached its peak, the power of oppression gradually disappeared, and Wu Feng returned to normal.

However, his hair had changed to cyan at this time, and his whole person was emitting a faint blue light, floating steadily in the air.

Floating in the air, this is the symbol of the strong man of the Spirit Sect.

Wu Feng landed on the ground, his eyes closed lightly, as if he was feeling something, and his breath was long.

Shangqing Zhenren cautiously asked, "Xiao Feng, what's wrong with you......?"

Hearing the question, Wu Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and a fine light flashed by, which was the natural expression of the exuberant essence.

Now he has reached the state of fullness, he is not tired, he is not thirsty or hungry, he can make up for himself with only spiritual power, and he has completely gotten rid of the realm of mortals.

Wu Feng exhaled deeply, his bright eyes sparkling, and he looked like a different person.

The scroll has turned to ashes, but his heart still can't be calmed, and the violent fluctuations have even affected the spiritual power, and the green flames around him are swaying, and the light is slightly blooming, as graceful as an immortal.

He said incredulously: "Master, this scroll is actually ....... Spirit Emperor Inheritance!!"

Spirit Emperor Inheritance?

These four words, like a huge thunder, exploded in the ears of the three people.

What kind of character is Emperor Ling, the number one master in the continent back then, the demon who killed cried and shouted to his mother, and as soon as he came out, he was a god-level elixir, and with a cold snort, he once made the mountains collapse, and in the blink of an eye, he could dry up the seawater.

How terrifying will his inheritance be?

No one knew about this question, but Wu Feng said that this scroll was left by the Spirit Emperor, if it was true.......

Yi Xing's palms trembled slightly, his face was hideous, and he laughed: "Don't, don't deceive people, who do you think you can deceive? What Spirit Emperor inheritance, I think you have a brain in water, right?"

He couldn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it, he could only comfort himself like this.

Shangqing Zhenren was dumbfounded, and asked in a daze: "Then, what did he leave behind for the Spirit Emperor?"

Wu Feng clenched his fists, his spiritual power exploded, and the cyan spiritual flame covered his whole body again: "What he left behind is a strange energy that can allow me to enter a form ......."

"What form, can you tell me more specifically?" The matter is related to the Spirit Emperor, and the Shangqing people have never been solemn, although they are skeptical.

Wu Feng exhaled deeply: "This form, the Spirit Emperor called it: Immortal!"