It is about that there are no women in the Lingxiao Palace, so the new clothes prepared by the Great Demon King are also men's clothes.

Feng Wuxin didn't care, after all, the ancient skirt was too cumbersome to wear, and it was difficult to move.

After changing her clothes, she casually tied her black hair into a ponytail, and looked like a handsome boy.

At that time, the Great Demon King had already landed in the sky above the Lingxiao Hall with a golden dragon.

The black shadow also led Feng Wuxin towards the main hall, and before he arrived, he heard the cold and disgusted voice of the Great Demon King-

"Women are trouble, and the noise gives the deity a headache!"

"You return my young lady......"

Feng Wu listened to his heart, and felt that this voice was a little familiar.

When I arrived at the main hall, I saw Cicada Ming standing next to the big demon king covered in blood, crying pear blossoms with rain, and small flames comforting her in mid-air, which didn't seem to have any effect.

Feng Wuxin stepped forward quickly and held Cicada Ming's hand, "Cicada Ming, don't cry." ”

Seeing Feng Wuxin appear, Cicada Ming's tears were immediately retracted, she circled around Feng Wuxin with wide eyes, and then hugged Feng Wuxin and cried loudly.

"I thought I'd never see Miss again......"

"The deity said that your young lady is fine, if you cry again, the deity will throw you into the infinite purgatory to feed the dog!"

The suspicion of the Great Demon King is beyond words, Ling Xiao Hall has not been so noisy for more than ten years, women are trouble!

He glanced at Feng Wuxin coldly, motioned for her to hurry up and settle the cicada tea, and then turned his head and walked towards the hall.

The small flame floated to Feng Wuxin, and said with concern: "My heart, have all the poisons in your body been discharged?" ”

Feng Wuxin nodded while comforting Cicada Ming, "I can already gather aura, but ......"

She raised a hand and gathered a surge of white aura to show the little flame.

"It always feels like something is not right."

Seeing the bright white aura, Xiao Huo was so surprised that he stammered.

"You, you...... In my heart, you are a white aura! ”

Hearing the white aura, Cicada Ming, who was still sobbing, instantly let go of Feng Wu's heart and stared intently at the aura at her fingertips.

"Miss...... You're really not right, you've reached the Spirit God realm......"

The aura that ordinary cultivators can gather is like air, colorless and formless.

It is only after reaching the Spirit Bucket that the Auras begin to take on color.

And the bright white aura is only possible when you reach the realm of the spirit god!

But Feng Wuxin is a waste material, he can't cultivate at all, and now he can just gather aura, which is white, that is to say, in fact, Feng Wuxin was born like Yan Qianyi, he is an amazing genius!

"Spirits?"

Feng Wu stared at his aura, a little puzzled, "But my aura didn't hurt ...... at all"

In the spiritual spring, she tried to use the aura to hit the stone wall, but the aura in her hand seemed to be just a breath of qi, and she never broke through the stone wall, not to mention that even the grass by the spring could not be shaken.

"Maybe you haven't started your real cultivation yet."

The black shadow standing on the side spoke: "Your physique is indeed a spirit physique, but because you have not cultivated at all, no matter how powerful the aura is in your hands, that is, air, it has no effect. ”

Feng Wu nodded thoughtfully, and asked in a low voice, "Then how far can you cultivate to be as powerful as your Great Demon King?" ”

As soon as the words fell, a familiar cold voice sounded above his head—

"If you want to be the same as the deity, you have to cultivate for two hundred years."