After a long time, everyone ate and drank happily, and they were all a little drunk.

Seeing this, the Jade Emperor immediately arranged for someone to help them into the palaces, and sent people to guard them and send Xian'e to serve them.

Jiang Feng and Princess Longji also returned to Miluo Palace, and began their long-lost catharsis non-stop.

For hundreds of years, he has been obsessed with cultivation, boring and boring, and he has not taken good care of Princess Longji.

Tonight, too, it's time to relax.

As you can imagine, this is destined to be a sleepless night.

The next morning, Princess Longji was paralyzed in bed, exhausted, but Jiang Feng was still in good spirits, and the dragon spirit was fierce.

Although such a day is joyful, it is short after all, Jiang Feng must seize the time to refine the Hongmeng Purple Qi of the Great Dao, and strive to achieve the Mixed Yuan Saint as soon as possible.

It has been more than 300 years since Sun Wukong was suppressed at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, which means that there are only more than 100 years left before the real start of the Journey to the West.

Although Jiang Feng had already planned in advance and was strong enough, for some reason, he always had a feeling of uneasiness about the upcoming Journey to the West, and even faintly sensed a sense of crisis.

At his level, his spiritual sense is sharp, so these unprovoked feelings must not be ignored.

But no matter what, being strong is the last word, so cultivation is still his main goal in the future.

However, before that, Jiang Feng still had to plan, and some things had to be laid out in advance.

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng immediately walked out of the Miluo Palace and took the lead in finding Di Jiang, the eldest brother of the Wu clan.

Di Jiang had already woken up, and was about to return to the Netherworld Mansion when he was bumped into by Jiang Feng.

"Brother Jiang, you don't have to make a special trip to see me off, my brother is leaving!"

Di Jiang grinned, arched his hands and smiled.

Jiang Feng hurriedly stepped forward, "Brother Dijiang, slow down, I have something here to give to my brother." ”

"Oh? What a good baby? Di Jiang paused, and immediately looked interested.

He deeply understood that Jiang Feng was rich and generous, and anything he could get his hands on would be a treasure of the world.

Previously, he had obtained Great Dao merit from Jiang Feng to make up for his congenital defects and condense the Yuan Shen.

And in the recent battle, Jiang Feng used a clever plan to directly take out a Hongmeng purple qi, thus saving the day.

Hongmeng purple qi, this is the foundation of sanctification, it contains the great secret of the heavenly saint, Jiang Feng actually threw it out casually, and he didn't even frown a brow, what a wealth and magnificence this is!

"A Hongmeng purple gas!"

Jiang Feng smiled, and then stretched out his right hand, and a purple glow shimmered like a dragon-like gas jumped out and wrapped around his fingers.

Seeing this, Di Jiang's pupils widened instantly, and his heart was filled with incredible color, "The eighth Hongmeng purple qi, how is it possible?" How could you possibly have the eighth Hongmeng Purple Qi? ”

Di Jiang's eyes almost popped out, and at the same time, he couldn't wait to grab the Hongmeng purple qi in his hand.

Soon, he noticed something unusual.

"No, it's not right, this is how many times more profound and mysterious than the seventh Hongmeng purple qi, this is not an ordinary Hongmeng purple qi!"

"Brother Dijiang really has extraordinary eyesight, this is indeed not the ordinary Heavenly Dao Hongmeng Purple Qi, but the Great Dao Hongmeng Purple Qi. The Great Dao is selfless, so after refining, it is the Mixed Yuan Saint who has been achieved, not the puppet of the Desolate Heavenly Dao. Jiang Feng explained at the moment.

"Dao Hongmeng purple qi, so it is, so it is, ahaha......"

Di Jiang instantly laughed loudly and couldn't close his mouth.

He finally understood why Jiang Feng was so generous before, in front of the Great Dao Hongmeng Purple Qi, the Heavenly Dao Hongmeng Purple Qi was a fart, and the latter would be chosen only if the brain was kicked by a donkey.

At the same time, Di Jiang also saw the hope of enlightenment and sanctification, and he was naturally ecstatic.

And just when Di Jiang was excited, Jiang Feng suddenly said again, "There are still ten drops of Pangu's blood, and I will also give them to Brother Di Jiang!" ”

Jiang Feng's current goal was to cultivate as many saints as possible before the Journey to the West really arrived.

Needless to say, Dijiang is one of the targets.

However, in a short period of time, it was very difficult for Di Jiang to become holy with the Great Dao Hongmeng Purple Qi.

He hadn't been condensed for a long time, but in fact, his Dao cultivation was still far behind, and he was not comparable to the Wudang Holy Mother Zhen Yuanzi.

Previously, the reason why he was able to contend with the Lu Zhudao people was mainly because he invoked the power of the six reincarnations of the Netherworld. Otherwise, with the innate suppression of the witch-slaughtering sword, there is a great possibility that Di Jiang will be defeated.

Even Jiang Feng, after consuming tens of millions of Dao merits and retreating for more than a hundred years, did not achieve the Dao sanctification as he wished.

Dijiang was even more impossible, unless Jiang Feng was willing to give enough Dao merits.

But for the 200 million Dao merits he had just obtained, Jiang Feng had other wonderful uses.

And ten drops of Pangu's hard work is the best choice for Di Jiang, and it is also the way to help him become holy in the shortest possible time.

Pangu's heart blood is more pure and strong than Pangu's essence blood, it can be said to be the essence of the essence, and it can't be more refined.

And Di Jiang's cultivation of the Nine Turns Xuangong is only one layer of window paper away from the sanctification of the flesh, and it will be broken when he is stabbed.

With Di Jiang's rock-solid will, it was not difficult to refine Pangu's blood, and the amount of ten drops was enough to sanctify his physical body.

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Feng waved his hand, and ten drops of bright red blood appeared in the air in front of him.

These blood beads were sealed by Jiang Feng with mana and the law of strength, which looked inconspicuous, but the faint aura that emanated made Di Jiang feel frightened and fearful.

Whoa......

At this moment, the blood in Di Jiang's body seemed to be guided by some kind of guidance, and it was uncontrollably violent, and there was a burst of blood boiling.

The Twelve Ancestors were transformed by the essence blood of Pangu, and the blood of the Pangu God was already flowing in Dijiang's body, which was of the same origin as the blood of Pangu's heart, so it resonated at this moment.

"Oh my God! The Father's heart's work ......"

Boom!

Di Jiang's throat rolled, and he couldn't help but swallow, looking at the ten drops of Pangu's heart blood floating in front of him, his eyes were dull, his eyes were unblinking, and he was almost salivating.

These ten drops of Pangu's blood mean a lot to him, not only can they help him become holy physically, but they can also improve his bloodline and reach a higher level.

"Brother, you are really the lucky star of my witch clan! Great grace is not grateful, my Wu clan and the underworld will swear to unite with the heavenly court. ”

Leaving a word, Di Jiang was not polite, put the ten drops of Pangu's heart blood into his bag, and then returned to the underworld.

Looking at the back of Di Jiang leaving, the corners of Jiang Feng's mouth couldn't help but raise an arc, and his saint-making plan finally took the first step.