In the long sky, a bowl mouth thick Ding Qi wave directly overturned a space, and within the black pressure of the hole, there was an infinitely powerful Heavenly Evil Qi diffusing from it.

The power of the destruction progression continued to devour the vigorous qi that erupted from Feng Feiyu's palm.

It wasn't until that space gradually healed, and from Feng Feiyu's body, the voice of the stele spirit that was a little wheezing came out.

"The innate tripod body is really powerful, I can't imagine that this kid is so young, he has such strength, and he can carry so much tripod energy, if I don't precipitate it all, I'm afraid it will be ......!"

A long sigh came from the mouth of the stele spirit, and it was once again settled.

The black oppressive clouds had already wrapped around Feng Feiyu, and at this moment he was standing upright in the void, and on one arm, there were still scars from the Heavenly Evil Qi.

This time, his body completely terminated the absorption of Ding Qi, but the powerful and terrifying blow still spread around it, emitting a huge roar.

Its power is enough to match the thunder produced by heaven and earth.

In those dull eyes, there was gradually a trace of spirituality, and Feng Feiyu finally regained consciousness at this moment.

Shaking his stiff neck, his eyes glowed blue, and he began to observe his body.

The Natal Yuan Ding has changed from the previous light blue to the dark blue of now, and there seem to be several more energies in it that do not belong to its body, but all of this is harmless for Feng Feiyu.

All he wanted to know was what had happened in the period he had just been controlled.

As soon as he thought of this, he opened his dry lips and muttered to his stomach, "Old fellow, can you tell me about just now." Did anything happen during the time I was controlled by you?"

"Don't be in a hurry, try your own body first!"

The voice of the stele spirit came out slowly, and in Feng Feiyu's eyes full of expectation, he slowly released the tightly wrapped Dingqi vortex in his lower abdomen.

"Oh my God!" Feng Feiyu exclaimed first. Then he sighed with emotion: "This, is this really my current cultivation?"

"What's the matter, the eighth order, is it slow?" asked the stele spirit suspiciously, but the pride in that tone was that of Chiguoguo.

"No, no, no, not slow, not slow!" he shook his head violently, "That's it, ahem, it's lower!"

"The last stage needs to be a sufficient accumulation. I won't help you, if it really helps you reach the ninth order directly, it will hurt you, I believe in your ability!"

"Little guy, you work hard and advance to the ninth order as soon as possible!" said the stele spirit, saying in a tone as if explaining the aftermath: "By the way, I forgot to say it." Before you advance to the Peak Stage, advance from the Ninth Rank to the next level. There are no bottlenecks!"

"Unhindered advancement?" Feng Feiyu wondered, and then there was a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and he almost jumped up directly.

Unhindered advancement is simply like opening up cultivation, there is no obstacle from one big stage to the next, as long as the Ding Qi is enough. will advance immediately.

"Sort of!" said the stele spirit, and suddenly his tone changed: "You can take it easy, there were too many geniuses in the early days, and after discovering that you could advance repeatedly, you poured Ding Qi liquid violently." As a result, many of them exploded!"

"Understand, understand, understand!" Feng Feiyu replied, suddenly feeling a slight movement in his body, and it seemed that the stele spirit had fallen into a deep sleep.

After defeating the meat ball, all I have to do now is to work with Mo Cangsheng to open the matter of the Divine Tomb.

However, before entering the Divine Tomb, Feng Feiyu had a new idea, and after he had learned enough Qi, his body shook and he left the thunderous sky.

Time flies by, and I don't know how long later, above the Feng family's court, a father and a son are talking about something.

"Bang!"

Feng Yuanjie slapped the table in front of him suddenly, and his figure suddenly stood up and said, "Boy, I don't care how capable you are outside, but here, you will always be my son!"

"You want to go to the Tomb of the Gods, Lao Tzu only has three words!" Feng Yuanjie said, taking a deep breath and saying, "I don't agree!"

"Bang!"

Feng Feiyu also refused to admit defeat, and immediately followed Feng Yuanjie's appearance and slapped his palm on the table.

Feng Yuanjie was about to get angry, but he noticed a slight cracking sound coming out, and before he could react, the table in front of him rumbled and shattered into several large pieces.

"Boy, are you advanced again?" Feng Yuanjie said angrily, and then pulled Feng Feiyu's arm to investigate. But who would have thought that the arm that had just been grabbed was like a loach and slipped off directly.

"I only have three words for you to investigate my cultivation!" Feng Feiyu said, also taking a deep breath, completely copying Feng Yuanjie's reaction and saying angrily: "I don't agree!"

"Smack!"

A somewhat oozing sound came out, and Feng Feiyu's cute face suddenly threw to one side, and on the other side, it was Feng Yuanjie's palm that had just fallen.

Feeling the hot pain on his face, a tear suddenly appeared in Feng Feiyu's big eyes, and a few clear slap marks appeared on his face that was originally a little cute.

Feng Yuanjie's body was stiff, looking at Feng Feiyu with tears in front of him, he almost wanted to apologize, but his heart was full of anger, as soon as he remembered Feng Feiyu's attitude just now, he felt that this father deserved to be angry.

The two arms shook stiffly, and in the end, he still hugged Feng Feiyu's small body and hugged it tightly in his arms, two lines of regretful tears fell, and his voice trembled: "Son, I'm sorry!"

A father and a son, embracing each other without words, silent at this time, but it is worth a thousand words.

Fatherly love, deep, wordless, sometimes expressed in another way, but at this moment, a father and a son, with tears on their faces, as if only tears are left at this moment, can express each other's truest thoughts.

The man has tears and does not flick, Feng Yuanjie's tears at the moment are enough to explain everything.

After a long hug, Feng Yuanjie let go of Feng Feiyu's arm, wiped away the almost dry tears on his face, and said with a bitter smile: "Son, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have treated you like this!"

"Since you insist on going, then go!"

After finishing his words, he didn't look at Feng Feiyu more, and then flicked his robe, and his figure left directly.

Looking at Feng Yuanjie's figure leaving, Feng Feiyu touched the burning scars on his face with one hand, but a rare touch of emotion appeared in his heart.

While he was still reminiscing about that hug, a word came out of his ears.

"Remember, no matter how far you go, you are my son! And I am your father! This is your home! Don't forget, your family!"

Hearing this, Feng Feiyu nodded his head lightly, looked at the direction that Feng Yuanjie left, took a step, and walked towards the place where Fang Qiongsheng lived, that is, the general place where all the Feng family's patrols were located.

A few uniformly dressed guards walked beside him, all of them saluted Feng Feiyu, and he didn't hesitate, and responded with a smile one by one.

I don't know how long he walked, he stood in front of Fang Qiongsheng's door, looking at this somewhat low-key arrangement, he couldn't help but admire the way he did things.

As he approached the door, he sensed a powerful aura, and after another admiration, he knocked softly on the purple wooden door.

Feeling the lowered aura inside the door, he straightened his formal attire, then turned around and waited for the person inside. (To be continued.) )