Seven days and seven nights passed, with Chu Feng as the center, all kinds of rare spiritual root immortal grasses around him turned into a large piece of meaningless dust.

This situation occurred because the Endless Creation Pill, which could make people advance to the Great Luo Jin Immortal Realm, needed a large amount of immortal qi to assist them in the process of refining.

The three women, who had retreated to several hundred meters away, desperately used their mana to resist the depriving power from Chu Feng.

"If the Lord continues like this, the entire Immortal Peak will suffer"

Hu Erniang looked anxious, every grass and tree here was built by her hard work, and she didn't want to be ruined like this.

"Dao Chief's cultivation is much higher than before, we can't stop him at all"

Ah Qing said gloomily.

Xifu, wanting to say something, the seductive lips moved, but did not speak.

Suddenly, Chu Feng, who was wearing long hair in tattered clothes, emitted a strong and dazzling treasure light on his body, and then rose into the sky like a small sun, disappearing into the space-time crack that suddenly appeared.

The Legend of the White Snake, A Chinese Ghost Story, Journey to the West, and the Romance of the Gods, Chu Feng's erratic figure appeared in one world after another, but it didn't take long.

When the powerhouses of these worlds discovered it, hundreds of millions of miles of immortal qi, a place with abundant spiritual energy, became a barren land where no immortals and no cultivators were willing to stay.

More than a month later, on the Immortal Peak of the modern world, the cold wind hunts, the skin is better than the snow, the temperament is detached, and the eyes of Chu Feng stand with his hands in his hands, looking at the whole world.

The Endless Creation Pill had been refined, and he had finally changed from a Golden Immortal to a Da Luo Golden Immortal.

The difference between the two, to be honest, is not different except for the high point of mana and the deeper understanding of the rules of the Heavenly Dao.

In the past few days since he came back, he specially flipped through the classics in "Three Thousand Dao Laws" and found that his Da Luo Jin Immortal was not the same as the torrent, more like a simple promotion. According to the system analysis, it is related to the fact that he only advanced by eating the elixir of the Heavenly Dao Great World.

I don't know how long it has been, Chu Feng put away his thoughts, looked at the world again with his scrutinizing eyes, and found that the world filled with aura in his memory had returned to its former appearance. There are no green mountains and green waters, and there are no flying swords.

After a pause, Chu Feng swept the entire world with his divine sense, and found that developed countries, including China, used nuclear power, solar energy and hydropower, and the environment was fine.

When I left this world, the blue sky and white clouds of Africa and West Asia had become a place of factories, the sky was gray, and the environment was extremely bad.

"I don't want hundreds of years to pass and Africa become the world's factory."

Chu Feng sighed in his heart.

"Lord, the three of us took matters into our own hands, set up multiple spirit gathering arrays, and collected all the spiritual energy and immortal qi that flowed out."

Dressed in white, the beautiful and atmospheric Hu Erniang showed a gentle and obedient demeanor on her beautiful face.

Chu Feng looked back at Hu Erniang, his mind was full of memories of killing, this once ordinary tiger spirit has experienced a series of things, and has completely gotten rid of the mundane, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a god who is beautiful in the world.

"The Viewer"

Hu Erniang couldn't bear Chu Feng's scrutinizing eyes, her goose neck leaned forward, and her beautiful eyebrows drooped slightly.

Chu Feng looked away, swept the Taoist temple, sighed, and disappeared.

Boom, two figures appeared, and when they saw that there was only Hu Erniang, they all showed annoyance.

……

The long canyon, the rushing river, the green rock grass, the blue sky, and the flying eagle constitute a natural, atmospheric otherworldly picture.

Jin Shaorong, as well as his entourage of the gray-robed old man, stood quietly on the cliff.

The weather was hot, and in less than half a day, the water vapor evaporating from the canyon made the clothes of the two men wet and sticky.

"Young master, it seems that Zhao Gongming will not come back, the Lord has sent a message to let you go back"

The gray-robed old man said respectfully.

"Wait a little longer"

Jin Shaorong looked at the place where Chu Feng disappeared in the distance unwillingly, as a young master of a great sect, he had seen many supernatural powers. No matter how magical the spell was, there were more or less traces to follow, but this time he didn't see anything famous, whether it was for the purpose of creating the pill for endless life, or figuring out this spell, he had to honestly wait for Chu Feng to appear.

Time is the most cruel thing in the world, and it is not subject to anyone's will, even Da Luo Jinxian. The sun rises and sets, Jin Shaorong and the gray-robed old man stand like sculptures.

Another night fell, the wind blew, and the two stood solemnly with expressionless faces.

It seemed like another boring night.

Suddenly, a crack opened in the sky, and a Taoist priest walked out.

Jin Shaorong looked up, his cloudy eyes burst into brilliance, and after waiting for more than a month, the damn Zhao Gongming finally appeared.

"Poor Dao Zhao Gongming, the left protector of the Immortal Daomen, the disciple of Chu Daozu, set up a monument to remember, and killed Jin Shaorong and his entourage today"

Chu Feng flicked his sleeves and threw a palm-sized one, which quickly became larger in the air, and the stone tablet like a small mountain fell to the ground with the sound of breaking wind, making an earth-shattering sound.

When Jin Shaorong saw the words on the stone tablet, a ridiculous smile appeared on his serious face, as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"Zhao Gongming, even if you are promoted to the Great Luo Golden Immortal, it is only a beginner, Fu Bo was already at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal three thousand years ago."

The gray-robed old man known as Fu Bo heard other information from Chu Feng's words.

"You said that your master is Chu Daozu, who is Chu Daozu? What qualifications do you have to call yourself a Dao Ancestor? ”

Jin Shaorong sneered and sneered: "There is no monk above the Da Luo Jin Immortal, there is no one I don't know, this Chu Dao Ancestor must be a small person who blows the atmosphere." ”

Chu Feng shook his head and looked at Jin Shaorong with a serious expression, "The family master has surpassed the cultivation of Da Luo Jin Immortal forty thousand years ago, you are only a few hundred years old, how can you know him." ”

40,000 years ago?

Jin Shaorong and the gray-robed old man were shocked in their hearts, if it was true, this Chu Daozu, it was impossible for them to know each other.

"The family teacher is a genius of Tianzhong, he has already reached the cultivation of the Golden Immortal before he is 100 years old, and when he is 500 years old, he does not rely on any elixir, and is directly promoted to Da Luo Jin Immortal, known as the Immortal King."

Chu Feng said seriously.

Immortal Immortal King? I don't think I've heard this name anywhere. Jin Shaorong thought for a while. The heart is dumb, and in the whole world, there are no less than five people who are known as immortal kings.

"What should be said, the poor way has been said, you should be killed!"

Chu Feng stretched out his hand and tapped at the gray-robed old man who was waiting in a solemn formation, without any mana fluctuations, the gray-robed old man screamed miserably, and his body paused.

"How so?"

The gray-robed old man couldn't believe his changes, obviously the other party just pointed at random, how could he be finished.

"The soul is scattered, and the body is broken"

Chu Feng waved his hand, and the gray-robed old man's whole person turned into a pile of dry minced meat, and the Yuan Shen was silent in an instant.