With the figure of the Blood Soul Son, struggling, struggling to escape, and desperately roaring, he entered the horizontal stripe, and everything in front of him returned to calm.

"Buzz!"

I saw a gentle sound come out, and the horizontal lines were completely shattered, and the shattering of the last horizontal lines announced the shattering of the entire thirty-six horizontal lines, and at the same time, a light that made people feel uncomfortable suddenly came out.

Everyone only felt that the light emitted in front of them was terrifying, and people wanted to cover their eyes with their hands, but after covering their eyes with their hands, they suddenly realized that all this was in vain.

The light that shines on the hearts of all the people is in turmoil.

For a while, no one was thinking about being the first to rush in.

In the next second, the people who were originally eager to try and in a hurry, looking at the figure of the Blood Soul Son gradually dissipating, completely chose to retreat, they were not afraid of the destructive power of this horizontal stripe, because the last horizontal stripe had been stimulated by the Blood Soul Child.

What they were afraid of was Feng Feiyu's terrifying patience.

From the outside, it was impossible to find out that this young child actually used everything here to perfectly deceive the Blood Soul and everyone present.

For a while, these people woke up from the death of the Blood Soul Son, and they suddenly breathed a deep sigh of relief, and then they threw a grateful look at Feng Feiyu.

At the same time, they were also glad that they were not as excited as the Blood Soul Son, if it weren't for that, I am afraid that there would not be much difference between them and the Blood Soul Son.

The corners of Feng Feiyu's mouth showed a long-lost smile, this smile was like a spring breeze turning into rain, like a warm sun in three or nine days, just like Feng Feiyu's mood at the moment, the death of the blood soul son, for him, could really make him breathe a sigh of relief.

The blood soul who has been entangled with Feng Feiyu for so long, but he never thought that the way he died was to stay in this divine tomb forever, and he also made such a disgraceful contribution to everyone's treasure hunting.

If he can think of this, I'm afraid that even he, who is dead, will also get up and seek revenge on Feng Feiyu!

At this moment, Feng Feiyu was humming a minor tune that others couldn't understand, and he took the lead and walked into the most mysterious place of the Divine Tomb.

Behind him were the monks of the Feng family, who had already been gearing up.

Fang Qiongsheng walked quickly in two steps, and came to Feng Feiyu's side, with a pair of curious eyes, he looked around Feng Feiyu, as if he had seen him for the first time.

Feng Feiyu, on the other hand, smiled, and he didn't care at all about Fang Qiongsheng's eyes.

Just as Fang Qiongsheng was looking at it seriously and carefully, he only felt that there seemed to be something more in his hands.

When he looked down, his eyes were a little hazy.

He nodded secretly, then looked ahead.

As far as the eye can see, there are neatly arranged bookshelves, which are not very different from the bookshelves you see outside.

Fang Qiongsheng saw that the bookshelves closest to him were tall enough to be shoulder-to-shoulder, but the bookshelves that were supposed to be neatly distributed layer by layer were distributed in a stepped shape.

And on top of the stepped bookshelves, there are colorful balls of different lights.

This bright and spicy-eyed colored ball, wrapped in it, is a group of them, quite red-eyed Ding Technique Exercises.

As for the quality of the exercises, these people don't have so much time to look for them carefully.

For them, it is the greatest luck to be able to hold it in their hands, and who cares whether what they hold in their hands is suitable or not.

Feng Feiyu walked the earliest, and because of this, he went the farthest.

It's just that his eyes are blue and blue, his brows are sometimes furrowed at the moment, sometimes flat, looking at the different levels of the exercises in front of him, he is secretly entangled in his heart, which one should he take?

But soon, he shook his head and completely left behind such an unwanted thing as the exercises.

When it comes to Gongfa Ding Technique, especially the high-level Gong Fa Ding Technique, the amount of money he has in his head will never be less than anyone in the world knows.

These things in front of him really feel like chicken ribs to him.

Thinking like this in his heart, Feng Feiyu continued to walk forward.

All he wanted to do now was to find a suitable point where he could take out a magic weapon to defend himself at any time.

Of course, the closer the rank is to his current strength, the better.

The difference in strength is too great, I'm afraid that if he doesn't have a chance to use it, he will be directly counterattacked, if that's the case, for Feng Feiyu, it's really a bit of a loss.

However, he didn't intend to let go of a higher-level artifact.

Now, his eyes are still glowing blue, constantly looking for a group of staggered shelves of utensils.

The various colors of light made him squint his eyes from time to time, and after adjusting for a while, he could continue to search.

He is like this, and the feeling of everyone behind him can already be imagined.

They came in with a lot of enthusiasm, and a group of people took a fancy to the nearest scroll at the same time.

It's not that their level of appreciation is similar, it's that they just want to pick the nearest ones and get their hands on them first.

After that, think about the rest.

But now, these people have begun to scold their mothers.

These scrolls, they are greedy, but now, they only have the ability to be greedy.

Because, none of these scrolls are their current strength and can hold them in their hands.

As he spoke, Feng Feiyu had already come to a relatively low shelf and began to carefully look at the colorful balls in front of him.

As far as everyone could see, there were all kinds of colors, and they couldn't tell the reason why they were up and down, but for Feng Feiyu, these colorful balls had no effect on him.

There is only one point, that is, if he looks at it for a long time, his eyes will be spicy.

He kept rubbing his eyes, trying his best to carefully examine the colored balls in front of him one by one.

Then, like an old man, with his hands behind his back, he kept pointing at him, making irresponsible remarks, in short, to comment up and down without knowing the level and not understanding.

Then he will give up.

"This sword, in addition to being a little shorter, the blade is a little thicker, and the things painted on it are a little ugly, in fact, it can still be used!" Feng Feiyu said, constantly shaking his head and saying: "It's a pity, the old man doesn't like such things!"

After commenting on something, he walked forward.

Suddenly, his gaze, along with his figure, stopped in front of a colorful ball. (To be continued.) )