Dozens of zhang wide white river rushed down from the mountain rocks, Xu Feng stood on the bank of the river, carefully looked at several dried corpses floating in the white river, and found that these were not corpses, but living people. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

These people are all old men with white hair, their eyes closed, their breath long, floating in the river as if they have meditated, letting the river wash away, sink or float.

Xu Feng took a deep breath of the white mist splashed by the river, if the spiritual mist penetrated into the mouth and nose and quickly disappeared in the body, the stuffiness that had gathered in the chest cavity was immediately relieved, Xu Feng quickly took a few deep breaths, and a refreshing and comfortable feeling flowed through his body.

Xu Feng's ears suddenly sounded the words of the old man of Tiangen: "Don't waste your precious time!

"Linghe!" Xu Feng said in shock.

"That's right, tens of thousands of years ago, the great power of the former sages used the aura to condense the river, and half a month of cultivation here can be worth a year of cultivation outside. ”

Xu Feng was shocked, but he didn't panic into the river, but lingered on the bank for a while, feeling the aura by the river, and then crossed into the white spirit river dozens of zhang wide step by step.

The wide river roared down with great power, and it was not easy to keep your body balanced in the Spirit River and not be swept away by the river.

As the river was several feet deep and the water was up to his knees, the aura gushed up, and the injuries in Xu Feng's body were repairing little by little, and Zhenyuan and Shennian returned to the state before the sect's martial arts in just a moment.

With such a turbulent river, even Xu Feng's cultivation after his injury was healed, he could only go inward less than a zhang, and there was still a distance of thirty or forty zhang in the center of the river where the aura was the strongest.

It was in this place close to the river bank that Xu Feng sat cross-legged in the Spirit River, and the rich aura of heaven and earth immediately wrapped Xu Feng's body, and a warm and comfortable feeling spread throughout his body, and in just half an hour, Xu Feng felt that the divine thoughts in his Mud Pill Palace had increased by at least a quarter.

"Sure enough, it is the Ten Thousand Years Sect, there is such a shortcut to cultivation, who doesn't want to come. Xu Feng had a happy smile on his face.

"Xu Feng, don't be too happy. The Spirit River is extremely ferocious, and the aura in the river is different in its intensity, so I advise you not to suffer from hardship, and honestly stay in the area that is suitable for your cultivation realm, and you must not be greedy for cheapness, and go deeper and farther, once you can't withstand the pressure generated by the river, the consequences will be annihilated! ”

Xu Feng raised his head and glanced at the well-like sky above again, only to realize that he was in a magic weapon. What kind of magic weapon is so grand, it actually opens up another space, sets up its own heaven and earth, and generates such a magnificent Jinshan Spirit River!

Xu Feng looked at the middle of the river, the old men like dead corpses were still slightly floating with the river, Xu Feng could feel that the more he went to the center of the river, the more the aura became richer, even to the point that he could directly solidify the body, but the more he went inside, the greater the impact of the river and the pressure of the aura, as if entering the center of the whirlpool, if there was no strength to resist, it was very likely to be swallowed by the river.

Feeling the surging true yuan in his body, Xu Feng said in his heart: The old man of Tiangen really did not break his promise, this creation is not something that anyone can have.

Xu Feng looked at the floating bodies in the distance with envy, and the posture of sitting cross-legged in the river unconsciously became standing straight in the river.

It's good that the old man of Tiangen doesn't remind him, but once he does, with Xu Feng's character, he will never miss such an adventurous opportunity, and he has to wade into this troubled water.

Xu Feng had a chuckle on his face and took a light step in the direction of the middle of the river.

"Hmm!" a piercing pain came from the right leg that he had stepped out.

Xu Feng's brows furrowed, feeling that his legs seemed to be stretched into a storm composed of countless flying knives, every trace of flesh and blood was hit, and the aura was not river water, but like hot molten iron, washing on his legs.

Xu Feng even wondered if there was only one shin left in his calf at this time.

In just a moment, there were already bean-sized droplets of sweat sliding down his forehead, Xu Feng held back the painful feeling and slowly withdrew his right foot. Looking at the few bodies in the center of the river again, there was already a little more respect in his eyes.

To be able to rise and fall in such a turbulent and rich aura, and to be as relaxed as sleeping, you can imagine how terrifying the realm is!

The step taken was retracted again, Xu Feng felt that the retracted right foot was warm, and a purified comfort arose, not only the right foot itself was strengthened, but even the operation of the true yuan was smoother, full of a surging sense of power.

"It seems that as long as you can endure the washing of the Spirit River, your body will be strengthened, and your True Yuan and Divine Thoughts will be enhanced!" Xu Feng said in his heart.

A few days later, it was the day of the decisive battle against the Immortal Soul Gate, and Xu Feng still had a lot of things to do, many accounts to settle, and many people to kill. He would never pass up the opportunity in front of him. Xu Feng glanced at the rushing Spirit River, felt the surging True Yuan in his body, and walked towards the center of the Spirit River without hesitation.

Taking a step just now, it was just a feeling of the coercion of the spiritual energy, this time Xu Feng took a few steps forward directly, and the white mist of the spiritual river went down violently, and it had already submerged to the position of his chest.

Xu Feng gritted his teeth and hovered quietly in the Spirit River, all the true yuan and divine thoughts in his body were running wildly, resisting the invasion of the rich aura, and the pain of a kind of flesh peeling off from the bones made Xu Wei faint, Xu Feng's strong perseverance and determination persevered, allowing the violent aura to wash over his body.

Several inner disciples of the main gate of the Burning Star Building sat or stood, looking at the Dan furnace as tall as a mountain peak on the opposite side. The Dan furnace is about hundreds of zhang high and dozens of zhang wide, standing firmly among the two boulders between the mountain peaks. With a huge stone as the foundation, a small silver pavilion was built on it, which was high above the huge Dan furnace.

The round Dan furnace is built with golden spars, and the whole body is covered with gossip patterns, as if it grows together with the surrounding mountains and stones, as if it has been standing here at the beginning of heaven and earth, and it will not fall for ten thousand years.

In the countless years of practice history, many sects' classics, exercises, and even the concept of cultivation are derived from the Sanqing Daomen, and the Burning Star Tower is no exception.

The old man in purple, who had presided over the battle of martial arts, looked at the Danlu and said, "Senior Brother Zhuli, I think this kid has nothing special except for the peculiar muscles and veins, and the cultivation of the Spirit River is probably going to be wasted." ”

The one who was called Senior Brother Zhuli was the old man in black on the martial arts arena, and he laughed and said: "I slapped him on the martial arts arena, and I know the situation in his body best. I don't just like him because of his peculiar muscles. You see, this kind of heart is all that teenagers have?"