Zhu Liguang waved his sleeves, and the golden Dan furnace showed the picture inside. The spirit river on the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info screen is countless times smaller than the spirit river in the furnace, and there is another hidden world in the furnace.

In the middle of the picture is Xu Feng, who is struggling in the Spirit River.

Xu Feng found that as long as he withstood the pain of bone erosion and the invasion of the aura, and stayed in a deeper place for a while, the body would slowly adapt to the endless pressure of the aura, and after adapting, it would be comfortable and soft, and the muscles and bones would be tempered and polished.

When you get used to this comfort, you don't want to go deeper and accept the more intense pain and invasion from the new arrival.

This is not only a test of perseverance, but also a test of heart.

Everyone looked at Xu Feng, who was walking towards the depths of the Spirit River with difficulty, and a trace of shock passed through their hearts.

All the disciples of the general sect are all characters who have entered the Spirit River, and they know best the pain of washing the bones and marrow, and they are even more aware of the temptation and nostalgia of the warmth and comfort of being comfortable with the status quo. Don't talk about the center of the Linghe, even the place where the aisle is more than ten feet away, there are already great cultivators with clear Dao hearts and no desires.

The old man in purple looked at the slightly thin figure on the screen, and an inexplicable feeling rose in his heart, could it be that this kid still has to go to the heart of the river!?

Xu Feng had already moved forward three times, and he was already about three zhang away from the river bank. At this moment, the body is hovering in the spirit river, looking at the mouth, the mouth and nose, and the nose and heart, quietly feeling the rich aura around him, and a warm breath runs through the whole body, as if he is in a warm ocean, which is extremely comfortable.

Xu Feng knew that as long as he took even one step forward, the pinprick pain would go from the soles of his feet to his chest, and that feeling was like the legendary underworld of the Great Xia Dynasty, angering the gods, and those who committed crimes would suffer the punishment of the Ding Cauldron, that is, putting people in boiling oil and frying.

Looking at the white mist Linghe in front of him, thinking about the warm enjoyment at this moment and the piercing pain in the next moment, Xu Feng suddenly felt dazed, he forgot who said: Man is an animal that likes to find hardships for himself.

Yes, only people can decisively give up the comfort in front of them and devote themselves to the sea of swords and fires in exchange for a meaningful distance. No other species can do it, let alone do it. This is the biggest difference between humans and other species.

At this moment, Xu Feng thought of Xiaoying, Jiang Liao, and Jing Qi's smiling face that was happy on the surface, but implied the gloom of the rivers and lakes.

Without staying too long, Xu Feng continued to walk towards the deepest part of the Ling River, just like the Dharma who crossed the river in the legend of Buddhism, his calm and calm face was full of perseverance.

The white mist dissipated, and the wind drifted forward in the turbulence. With the strengthening of his muscles and bones, and the growth of his divine thoughts, every time Xu Feng moved farther away, he felt stronger than his previous moment, and the coercion ushered in was even greater. The washing of the Linghe River was also even more harsh, and the aura flowing down the river was like countless sharp knives that were deboning, trying to clean the flesh on his body.

Xu Feng had reached the maximum limit, the entire Mud Pill Palace trembled under the pressure, the piercing pain, the pain was so extreme that it was a kind of lifeless numbness, Xu Feng's heart twitched suddenly in pain, blood flowed backwards, and the meridians in his body seemed to be propped up until they exploded at any time.

One step, two steps, three steps...... Xu Feng closed his eyes and took a few more steps forward with his thoughts.

Between the green trees of Qingfeng, Zhu Li nodded slightly, with a relieved expression on his face, and said with a little excitement: "The way of heaven is extinguished, and the sky has eyes." There are genius disciples in the Sanqing Dao Gate, Dongcheng Courtyard, and Immortal Sword Sect, and we also have them in the Burning Star Building!" the other disciples of the General Gate also nodded in agreement.

Needless to say, the Sanqing Daomen is as master as a cloud, and the high virtue and power are hidden in the night like stars.

In recent years, the younger generation of disciples of Dongcheng Academy and Xianjian Gate are also talented, Sizhou Dragon and Phoenix Zhongshuozhou, Liangzhou Dragon and Phoenix are all from Dongcheng Academy, and Xianjian Gate is represented by Fu Qingshan, a family of five swords, and six disciples are famous all over the world.

In contrast, the 10,000-year-old sects such as the Burning Star Tower, Lingxu Pavilion, Taiji Palace, and White Tiger Gate are very few, and almost no young generation has risen.

This is also the reason why Zhu Li paid attention to Xu Feng, otherwise Linghe, one of the three major treasures of the Burning Star Tower, would not let Xu Feng get involved casually. A disciple of another sect who has just been in the business for a few months can have such treatment, which can only be described by the word creation.

These people who are up and down in the Spirit River are not the dry corpses in Xu Feng's mouth, but the real big names in the cultivation world, they are in retreat and cultivation in the Spirit River, and once they get out, they are the Venerable who stir up the wind and rain in the cultivation world. Their true identity is that of the Burning Star Tower Masters of the past generations.

The figures of several descendants flashed and disappeared one by one. The woman who presided over the martial arts and Zhu Li left last. The woman is still graceful and luxurious, with mature charm and a lazy demeanor, she is truly a rich fairy at this moment. I saw her smile and said slowly: "If this kid meets the master inside, I don't know what kind of chance he will have." ”

Zhu Li said: "The world is stormy, and the battle of the immortal soul in a few days may open the prelude to the chaos of the sects in the world, and the master of the sect can't always hide inside." ”

Twenty-three zhang, he was already far away from the riverbank, and he could even see an old man in white lying on his side in the spirit river not far away.

The old man supported his head on his elbows, his body naturally bent, and he lay peacefully on his side in the turbulent Spirit River, his body like a raft rising and falling with the river, no matter how fierce the Spirit River was, he always kept half of his body on the river.

Xu Feng paused to breathe for a moment, feeling the thick and condensed divine thoughts in the Mud Pill Palace, and found that all the divine thoughts gathered into a big lake at this moment, and the clear surface of the lake contained the energy that destroyed the world and the earth.

Almost an hour, Xu Feng had already ascended from the realm of the first entry into the Apocalypse Middle Realm to the highest point of the Apocalypse Middle Realm, and he faintly felt the boundary of the breakthrough.

"Divine Mind Master?!I, Xu Feng, am about to become a commendable Divine Mind Master in the cultivation world!, old thieves of the Immortal Soul Gate, are you scared!?"

Xu Feng's heart was happy, and he was ready to cross into the distance again without any scruples.

Suddenly, the white mist on the Spirit River sped up the speed of change, and then, a roar like a galloping horse came from the golden mountain in the distance.

Boom!

The heavens and the earth shook, the wind and clouds changed color, and Xu Feng suddenly remembered the reminder of the old man of Tiangen - the Spirit River began to erupt!

It is like thousands of heavenly horses rushing from the sky, and the fierce waves hundreds of zhang high in the upper reaches of Jinshan are swept by thousands of miles. In front of the hundred-foot-high waves, Xu Feng felt as small as an ant, and before he had time to think about it, he suddenly sank to the bottom of the river with his head in his hands, hoping to avoid or fight against the menacing waves.