Hearing Mu Xue's words, Xiao Ling said without thinking: "Of course you have to punish, and you have to punish him severely, so that he can deeply realize his mistakes, otherwise, hey, Sister Xue, why do you want to punish Brother Feng?" When she was talking about it, Xiao Ling also felt that something was wrong, and looked at Mu Xue suspiciously.

Mu Xue suddenly laughed: "I lied to you, even if I want to punish him, I can't find any reason!"

Xiao Ling rolled her eyes and said, "Sister Xue, I can't find a reason to ask me! I can give you a list of Brother Feng's top ten crimes for your reference!"

Xiaolan quietly admired the distant sky, as if something was attracting it, and the thunder butterfly landed on Mu Xue's jade hairpin, motionless, Mu Xue and Xiao Ling were like two foxes, constantly 'calculating' Mu Feng in their hearts.

Maybe it was because Mu Xue and Xiaoling's 'calculations' were too 'vicious', so that Mu Feng, who was still unconscious in the 'Rotten Spirit Stream', suddenly trembled, and then slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of confusion.

After a while, his eyes returned to the clear color of the past, and he whispered: "I'm still alive, I'm still alive, hahaha!"

Mu Feng's arrogant laughter kept echoing in the belly of the mountain, he had never been so happy as he was now, he thought that he was really going to die, but he didn't expect that in the end, he would miraculously come back to life, how could such a result not make him ecstatic.

There was a long time for tea, Mu Feng's excitement calmed down, and he finally saw clearly where he was, in a space of sixty zhang in size, there were only two colors, the emerald green 'water' on his right and the dark gray 'water' on his left, although it looked like water, but Mu Feng knew that this was not water at all, but two diametrically opposed qi of life and death.

Mu Feng looked at the life and death qi on both sides, and then looked at his body, and found that there was no trace of life and death around his body, even if he tried to touch them, he would be quickly dodged by them, which made Mu Feng very suspicious, the death qi was still the death qi before, but the death qi that was surging towards him before, how could he suddenly change his 'attitude' now!

Mu Feng hurriedly investigated what was the difference between his body and before, the dantian had not changed, but the meridians had some changes, the meridians of his right hand had turned into a crystal green color, while the meridians of his left hand had turned a gloomy dark gray.

The same changes are also in the muscles and bones, the white bones are long gone, the right half is emerald green, the left half is dark gray, but they are all crystal clear, looking like jade.

Even the muscles outside the muscles and bones are different from the past, if the original muscles are still meat, then the current muscles are iron, which is fine iron.

However, fortunately, the skin is not like bones, half emerald green, generally dark gray, otherwise, there is really no way to see people.

The earth-shaking changes in his physical body, among the surprises brought to Mu Feng, there was also confusion, not knowing what happened to him during the time he was in a coma.

Mu Feng tried to operate the vitality in the dantian, using the method of 'training qi into soldiers', and condensed into a dagger-like light blade in each hand, when the light blade in his hand was formed, Mu Feng found that the light blade at this time was different from the light blade condensed before.

In the past, the color of the light blade was white, but now, the light blade in the right hand is white with a faint green color and exudes an aura full of life, while the light blade in the left hand is gray and white, exuding the smell of death.

After trying several times in a row, the results are the same, "But the vitality in my dantian is still the same as before, there is no change, is it because of the changes in the meridians of both hands, the result formed?"

Thinking of this, Mu Feng tried to condense a pair of light wings behind his back, but the color of the light wings and the light blade in his hand were the same, and he dispersed the light wings and began to investigate his body again.

After checking all the routes of the Yuan Qi, I found that a cyclone had formed on the Tanzhong acupoint on my chest at some point, and it emitted a dark green light, and there seemed to be something in the cyclone.

When the divine consciousness entered the cyclone, it found that an emerald green orb, in the form of a dark gray orb, was rotating rapidly, and the rich vitality and dead silence filled it, and the dark green light was the illusion formed by the rapid rotation of the colors of the two themselves.

Mu Feng's face was surprised, and he muttered, "Could it be that this is...... Life and Death Xuanzhu!"

It is recorded in the "Flower Son's Travels" that the Xuanzhu of Life and Death can only be formed in the rich Qi of Life and Death and after tens of millions of years of sedimentation, and the Xuanzhu of Life and Death can be said to be the essence of the Qi of Life and Death for thousands of years.

Even if there is only one kind of death in a place, then after a long period of precipitation, another kind of life will also be born, which is the opposite of the extreme, when the life and death of the gas exist at the same time, and then after the accumulation of endless years, the so-called life and death will be formed.

Seeing the Xuanzhu of Life and Death in his body, Mu Feng probably understood why there was a Qi of Life and Death in the belly of this mountain, but what he couldn't understand was why the Xuanzhu of Life and Death ran into his body and settled down in the Tanzhong Acupoint on his chest.

"Is pie really going to fall from the sky, and it just happened to hit me!"

Mu Feng pondered for a long time and didn't come up with a result, so he had no choice but to put this aside in advance, or solve the problem of discoloration of vitality was the top priority.

Now that he knew the reason for the discoloration of the light blade, Mu Feng began to try to control the life and death qi in his body, if he couldn't freely control the life and death qi in his body, then this was not only not a pie, but also a trap.

In Mu Feng's repeated attempts, time was also passing rapidly, he didn't know how long he had been in the 'Rotten Spirit Stream', and now he had no time to take care of these, just controlling the operation of the vitality over and over again, feeling the changes in the qi of life and death.

In the blink of an eye, two months have passed, and Mu Feng, who has been silent for two months, finally opened his eyes, only to see that in his hands, the two light blades are constantly changing, from white and flawless to emerald green and crystalline, and then to dark and gloomy.

Mu Feng looked at his naked appearance, and there was heartache in his dumbness, the spiritual clothes that Mu Xue gave him were so damaged, and in desperation, he could only take out his top-grade magic clothes from the storage bag.

After putting it on, he took out the "Hanako Travels" that had been torn, looked at the first half of the book that was already fragile, sighed secretly, and carefully put it away again, but put the last page in his arms, and placed the "Hanako Travels" close to his body, which has become his habit, this is the only thought that Laozi left for himself, and he can't put it aside.

After everything was cleaned up, Mu Feng took a second look at the place and said softly: "No matter what happened before, since I Mu Feng got the enlightenment from you, then I have to thank you!"

Maybe it was because he felt Mu Feng's gratitude, the qi of life and death in the belly of the mountain and the Xuanzhu of life and death in his body trembled, Mu Feng felt this trembling, smiled slightly, and walked away from the belly of the mountain.

Wherever Mu Feng walked, the dead qi would disperse on its own, as if they had life, making way for him, or seeing him off.

At the beginning, he came in after a lot of hardships and deaths, but now he walked out easily, and the gap between before and after made Mu Feng sigh.

Since he didn't know how long he had been in the 'Rotten Spirit Stream', Mu Feng still decided to wait slowly at the entrance of the cave, in case he missed the period of half a year, it would be too late to regret it, and he would rather sit at the entrance of the cave and wait, rather than miss the opportunity to see the light of day again.

When Mu Feng walked out of this gloomy and dead cave, he glanced up at the exit above, and then crossed his knees on the ground, waiting for the formation to open.

"I have now reached the late stage of foundation building, and the changes in my physical body are particularly obvious, not inferior to the strength of the spirit clothes, coupled with my divine sense, now I am in the foundation building period, there should be no opponent!"

"But you can't take it lightly, your weakness is still that you can't attack from a distance, and you don't have a strong attack like Miss!"

Mu Feng smiled bitterly: "This is also a matter of no choice, I don't have outstanding talent, so I can only slowly think of a way in the future!"

When Mu Feng was waiting patiently in the 'Rotten Spirit Stream', and in the square of Beihua Sect, a large number of disciples had already gathered, whether it was Wufeng disciples or peripheral disciples, they were all present, although there were many people, but the scene was silent, and all the disciples were quietly looking at Xiao Wuwu on the Zhige platform.

Behind Xiao Wuwu, there are other four peak masters, and behind each peak master is not their proud disciples, but several middle-aged male and female monks, these middle-aged male and female monks are senior brothers and sisters of the same generation as each peak master.

Xiao Wuwu stood on the stage, looked at the many disciples in the audience with a smile, and said loudly: "The once-a-decade Southwest Youth Disciple Competition is about to start, as long as you are under the age of thirty and the disciples who have cultivated to the middle stage of foundation building or above, as long as you have confidence, you can participate in this grand event!"

"The Southwest Young Disciple Competition, as the largest event in our Southwest Region, every time the top ten disciples who stand out from it, regardless of their background, can go to the Heavenly Saint Palace, one of the eight major sects of the 'Prosperous Land', to cultivate for half a year, maybe, you don't know what kind of existence the Heavenly Saint Palace is, but I can clearly tell you that the strong people in the Heavenly Saint Palace are like clouds, and they can destroy our Beihua Sect with just a snap of their fingers!"

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