"I'll help you step into the Golden Body Realm, and you will take me away from this Great Summer Star."

Donghuang Zhong Ling said in a serious tone.

If Yang Feng relied on himself, if he wanted to break through the marrow washing and step into the golden body, it was estimated that it would not take half a year, and it would be impossible at all.

And it is only in the case of deep luck and blessings that there is a trace of possibility.

Otherwise, even if it is Yang Fengdi's physical body cultivation talent, it will take three years, and it will be from the ninth order of the Pulp Washing Realm to the first order of the Golden Body Realm, this short first order, in exchange for others, is to give him thirty years, or even longer,

He also never wanted to step into the golden body realm, and in the face of such a temptation, even Yang Feng was extremely struggling and hesitant in his heart.

In just a moment, Yang Feng made a decision.

"Okay, I promise to make this deal with you."

In the Great Xia Star, the body cultivation body is divided into nine realms: physical body, mortal body, quenching bones, easy tendons, washing the marrow, golden body, immortality, detachment, and sanctification

Now Yang Feng is in the five realms of body cultivation, the ninth order of the marrow washing realm, and has gone through nine times of marrow washing and hair cutting, removing impurities in the body, and achieving an unsullied body.

But even then, now that he is only one step away from the Golden Body Realm, he doesn't know how long it will take to enter the Golden Body Realm.

And Zhong Ling in front of him, since he dares to make such a deal, he has absolute certainty.

Isn't it just taking the other party away from the Great Xia Star? Anyway, in the future, for his mother's illness, Yang Feng also had to leave Daxia Xing.

"Refreshing! Then I wish you all the best in your trial. ”

As soon as Zhong Ling's words fell, Yang Feng left the purple bell and stepped into the Holy King's Palace.

The world beyond the purple bell was accompanied by a voice.

"Congratulations to Yang Feng, he has obtained the identity token of the Holy Son of the Holy King Palace, rewards: Eastern Emperor Bell, Saint King Seal, Top Inheritance of the Holy King Palace!"

Zhong Ling's voice did not fall, and the surrounding students couldn't talk to themselves for a long time.

Donghuang Bell, every time they heard it, the Holy King Seal, they didn't know it, but the four words "top inheritance" made everyone's hearts sink.

The Holy King's Palace, even if it is only the tip of the iceberg of the power of the ancient saints, but its top-level inheritance is not comparable to any current immortal cultivation force.

"Top, top inheritance, doesn't that mean that Yang Feng will be the biggest winner of this Holy King Palace trial?"

"That's not it, the top inheritance! It is still from the Holy King's Palace, and it is worthy of the assets of a saint, and it is indeed blessed. ”

"Hey! In less than five years, who will be able to compete with the younger generation? ”

……

Yang Feng, who has the top inheritance of the Holy King's Palace, once he completes the trial from the Saint King's Palace, it is equivalent to the return of the king.

At that time, it will definitely be a peerless Tianjiao in this generation of immortal cultivation world.

This is everyone's inner thoughts, and at this time, there are already dozens of figures standing proudly on the heavenly dome.

"The capital of the saint, the seal of the saint king, could it be that this Yang Feng will walk the world on behalf of the holy king's palace?"

"Tsk! Top inheritance, naturally this means, Xiao Xuan's vision this time is more vicious than any time. ”

"Once he steps into the Yuan Infant and condenses the real Demon God Yuan Baby, how terrifying will it be when the time comes?"

……

Unconsciously, Yang Feng has already developed a general trend, and the senior management of these schools has a hunch that when Yang Feng returns from the trial, he will have the qualifications to break into the immortal cultivation world.

Inside the Palace of the Holy King.

This seems not to be a palace, but a real sect, miscellaneous disciples, outer disciples, inner disciples, elite disciples, core disciples, true disciples, personal disciples, and finally the Holy Son of the Holy King's Palace.

Every floor is hierarchical.

After waking up, Yang Feng changed his body and had already "changed his body".

Dressed in a magnificent garment studded with gold, the only constant is his soul, his perception.

This feeling is similar to an alternative rebirth.

He "woke up", looked around, looked at the unfamiliar environment in front of him, and his nerves immediately tensed.

Trial!

Trials in the Holy King's Palace!

This was Yang Feng's knee-jerk reaction.

The room he was in could be described as luxurious, and even the bed he slept on was made of ten thousand years of ice.

From time to time, a graceful and noble woman came up to him.

"Sheng'er, are you awake?"

What? Holy child!

Yang Feng looked confused, the woman in front of him seemed to be very familiar with him, but Yang Feng didn't have the slightest memory of the woman in front of him.

At this moment, a massive amount of breath suddenly poured into his mind.

Yang Sheng, the first generation of the Holy Son of the Holy Palace, has peerless talent and unparalleled physique, but unfortunately later the Holy Palace collapsed, and a generation of saints Tianjiao fell.

The body is preserved by the supreme magic power and will never decay.

You are now living in the body of the Yang Saint, and you will relive on behalf of the Yang Saint, and if you want to complete the trial, you need to help the Holy King's Palace become the head of the four great divine palaces again.

After thoroughly digesting Yang Sheng's memory, the corners of Yang Feng's mouth curled.

Interesting trial, is this for me to live another life with someone else's body?

Anyone has only one life, and only a very small number of demons can be reborn or reincarnated, and like Yang Feng, the soul is separated from his own body and lives in another body.

The amazing thing is that this body can completely adapt to his own soul.

Yang Feng's back was cold, two flesh and blood, what an incredible means.

Their experience in the deserted city at the beginning was just a fake shell with a trace of soul.

That body, although it can bring people the feeling of various organs, is a fake body after all, and the body in front of it is a real flesh and blood body.

A physical trial, to be able to do this level, is no less than a trip to another world.

"Sheng'er, you're okay, don't scare your mother."

The graceful and luxurious woman's beautiful eyes were full of worry, looking at the "Yang Sheng" who had no emotion in her eyes.

"Mother, I, I'm fine."

Yang Feng showed a reluctant smile.

"My holy son, you, you're really fine, great, I'll take you to see your father."

At this time, Yang Sheng couldn't help but think of the majestic figure in his memory.

Yang Sheng's father is the contemporary Holy Palace, the palace master, Yang Dingtian.

As his name suggests, he is a monk who stands up to the heavens and the earth.

led the Holy King's Palace, rising from the end of the micro-end, all the way to today, but since the fall of the Extreme Sword Heavenly Sect attached to the Holy King's Palace, the status of the Saint King's Palace has also plummeted.

From the first of the four great shrines to the end, if this ten-year shrine competition is excluded from the end, it will be squeezed out of the four great shrines and reduced to a first-class force.

And the Great Divine Palace is not only a contest between the palace masters of the two palaces, but also the two major divine palaces, the Holy Son, the personal disciple, and the true disciple...... The contest between them.

Thinking of these, Yang Feng suddenly thought of Gu Qianqian and the others who participated in the trial with him.

But before he had time to think about it so much, he had already been brought by the women, the main hall of the Holy King's Palace, the Purple Circle Palace!

And Yang Feng also learned from Yang Sheng's memory that his mother's name is Mo Qinggao, and her identity is also amazing, she is the eldest princess of Yumo Divine Palace.

And his fiancée, who has not passed through the door, is also the goddess of this Ink God Palace, Mo Jiyue.

It's just that now that the Holy King's Palace has lost its backer, the protection of the Extreme Sword Heavenly Sect, the status of the four great divine palaces is in jeopardy, and the marriage contract between the two has been temporarily shelved.

The two families did not say a word about it.

In the Zihuan Palace, it is full of friends, as for why it is so lively, the "Yang Sheng" who just wanted to come, I really don't know what happened.

"Sheng'er, you are here, take a seat, it just so happens that today's matter is about you."

The one who opened his mouth to Yang Feng was a middle-aged man with a handsome face, exuding a kingly aura all over his body, and his face was not angry and arrogant.

The man wore a royal robe engraved with a golden dragon on his body, but at this time, his brows were twisted into a rope, and he obviously had something on his mind.

In the Zihuan Palace, the guests sitting on both sides saw a gorgeous and almost luxurious costume inlaid with golden lace, and showed a strong disdain on Yang Feng's face.

Of course, they didn't know that in fact, Yang Sheng, and everything now, had long since ceased to exist, and the soul in Yang Sheng's body was Yang Feng who occupied the magpie's nest.

Most of the people in this Purple Huan Hall full of friends were people from the Feather Ink Divine Palace, as well as people from the Holy King's Palace.

"Yang, Sheng!"

And on the Zihuan Palace, sitting next to a middle-aged man in an ink-colored costume who was sitting in the same rank as Yang Dingtian, there was a woman.

The skin is like condensed fat, and the appearance is more than that of a fairy, and the body exudes a faint immortal essence.

The ink-colored robe couldn't hide her face.

With the figure in his memory, Yang Feng knew who came, Yumo Divine Palace, and the goddess - Mo Jiyue.

In the past, he might look at this woman a few more times, but unfortunately this Yang Saint is not the Yang Saint.

"Are you Yumo Divine Palace here to get out of the marriage?"

Yang Feng didn't sit down immediately, and calmly looked at the palace master of the Yumo Divine Palace, Mo Wuya.

The Four Great Shrines, what is the marriage for? To put it bluntly, it's not for the sake of joining forces, and now the backer behind the Holy King's Palace, the Extreme Sword Heavenly Sect, has been destroyed.

And the Holy King's Palace is even weaker, and there is now a situation where rabbits are dead and dogs are cooking, and birds are hidden.

The withdrawal of the Yumo Divine Palace will make the Holy King's Palace even more infamous, and he Yang Sheng, the Holy Son of the Saint King's Palace, will also become the laughing stock of the other three Divine Palaces.

The young man's calm questioning was almost outrageous, but the people of the Yumo Divine Palace, including the palace master, didn't know how to answer.

They did come to get out of the marriage, and of course it was because of the goddess.

"Xiao Sheng, we are indeed here to withdraw from the marriage, yes, but your mother was also the eldest princess of my Yumo Divine Palace, so we also asked for her opinion on this divorce.

And we are willing to pay the price of satisfying your Holy King's Palace. ”

The palace master of the Feather Ink Divine Palace, Mo Wuya looked at Yang Sheng's eyes and said solemnly.

"Huh! Speaking is better than singing, pay the price that satisfies my Holy Palace, my Holy Palace wants to return to the head of the four great divine palaces, can you afford this price? ”

A slightly mocking sneer sounded from Yang Feng's mouth.

Even Yang Dingtian, who was sitting in the center, was shocked, his holy son? It's changed! The former Yang Sheng was a cultivator maniac, who only knew cultivation and didn't understand any human feelings.

is not good at words, and a performance like today's is unprecedented.

It was completely like a different person, Yang Dingtian looked at Yang Sheng, who was standing with his hands in his hands, and he didn't speak.

An elder of the Feather Ink Divine Palace stood up and opened his mouth to reprimand: "Junior, do you know your Holy King's Palace, the current situation, if it weren't for the palace master of my Feather Ink Divine Palace's thoughts and old feelings,

Your Holy King's Palace, don't want to get a profit from my Yumo Divine Palace! ”

Some people died, but not completely......