Xia Ming had told Xia Feng something about igniting the divine fire before.

It's just that after Xia Feng really broke through, he found that the situation was still different from what his grandfather said.

Xia Ming only repaired one space, so it was only necessary to convert the divine fire to ignite it by converting it into divine power.

But Xia Feng cultivated the Ten Realms, and the most troublesome thing in front of him was not to ignite the divine fire, but how to fuse the Ten Realms.

In the battle with Dongfang Le'an before, he faintly found that feeling of enlightenment.

It seems that he can pass through the blood-colored mist and hide other avenue rules in the avenue rules when he shoots.

It's just that the time of the fight is too short, and he only faintly has that kind of understanding, but he can't fully grasp it.

At this moment, he calmed down, and he tried to invoke the blood-colored mist condensation to transform the different avenue rules.

After two attempts, he gave up with a slight frown.

Xia Naiwen, who was next to him, looked at Xia Feng with a sad look on his face, and he also became nervous.

"Xiaofeng, what's wrong?"

Xia Feng paused, didn't think about worrying his parents, and smiled: "It's okay, I'm just thinking about how to recover my body." ”

Xia Naiwen hurriedly stood up: "Then you hurry up and think about it, your mother and I won't bother you here." ”

He got up and pulled Huang Xiaoqian away, muttering as he walked: "I'm going to build a statue for our son." ”

Xia Feng opened his mouth to hold him, but Xia Naiwen ran faster than anyone else at this time.

He leaned back on the bed a little helplessly, thinking carefully about how to integrate the rules of the avenue.

That blood mist was indeed useful, and under the regulation of the blood mist, the Great Dao could barely fuse together.

And Xia Feng had a kind of enlightenment, if this kind of fusion came a few more times, maybe in the future, the Great Dao could be fused together without blood mist.

This was a good thing, but Xia Feng found that the blood mist was not endless.

Each fusion would consume a lot of blood mist, and Xia Feng couldn't try it again until he found a way to replenish the blood mist.

However, the blood mist was brought by the Divine Tribulation Blood Cloud, and apart from these two Divine Tribulations, he had never seen this magical blood mist anywhere.

He frowned, and suddenly heard a voice outside the temple.

"Zhang Heng, how dare you come over?"

Xia Feng was stunned, Zhang Heng?

It seems that he was a minister who was very resistant to being the emperor before? What are you doing here?

A somewhat dull voice sounded: "I realized that I was too blind, so I came to apologize to the emperor." ”

"Huh? Didn't you shout some time ago that the people from the Nine Great Divine Domains were here, and the emperor was about to finish? ”

"Hmph, and even said that the death of the emperor will be the death of the emperor as soon as the envoys leave?"

"Now I finally see the emperor's power clearly, right?"

said this triumphantly, but Zhang Heng did not refute it, but lowered his head, and his voice was slightly dull.

"I have clearly realized how ridiculous I used to be, and now I really came to ask the emperor for forgiveness."

The guard guarding the door sneered: "Who knows if you came here to apologize or if you want to take the opportunity to disadvantage the emperor." ”

Zhang Heng paused, and seemed to remember that Xia Feng was seriously injured at this time.

After hesitating, he knelt directly at the door, his expression a little sincere.

Zhang Heng admired Xia Ming very much, and once looked down on Xia Naiwen and Xia Feng.

He felt that the position of the current Emperor Xia should be Xia Ming's, and the emperor should not be Xia Feng.

He always felt that the two of them had only come to this day by virtue of Xia Ming.

And Xia Ming was taken away by the martial god who came down from the upper realm, which made Zhang Heng very confused and didn't know how to deal with himself.

The extremely sharp emotions were all vented by him on Xia Naiwen and Xia Feng.

Therefore, he said bad things about Xia Feng publicly, and Xia Naiwen saw that he was indeed loyal to the Great Xia Empire, so he didn't care too much.

Of course, it has something to do with the fact that Xia Naiwen has not found time to deal with it before.

Seeing that Xia Feng defeated Dongfang Le'an today, Zhang Heng suddenly realized that he was ridiculous before, so he came to Xia Feng to ask for forgiveness.

Xia Feng doesn't care, if you want to kneel, you can kneel.

As for those who do not forgive, will people take the resentment of the ants to heart?

He was just about to close his eyes and continue to feel the realization of the Great Dao fusion, when he noticed a wisp of blood-colored mist drifting in through the closed door.

The blood mist sank straight into the dream bead on his chest, and then quickly transformed into an almost white mist and burrowed into his body.

The comfortable feeling of submerging himself in a hot spring in the cold winter moon made Xia Feng couldn't help but moan.

Then he quickly came back to his senses.

What's that? How did it come about?

Xia Feng closed his eyes and carefully sensed the white mist in his body, and after a while, his face showed a little realization.

That blood-colored mist was the power of everyone's faith, and it could only be absorbed at a certain distance around Xia Feng.

Or the person who worships his own portrait or statue can also generate a small amount of faith.

The blood cloud in the air before was a little bit of faith absorbed by the Heavenly Dao, and then it was directly swallowed by Xia Feng.

Although this blood-colored mist can also be used for cultivation, it is often mixed with some mixed emotions of the original owner.

The blood cloud of the Heavenly Dao was obviously after refining, so there was no problem for Xia Feng to swallow it directly.

The blood-colored mist floating over now, if Xia Feng swallowed it directly, I was afraid that it would be affected by everyone's emotions.

Thinking of this, Xia Feng glanced at the Dream Bead with a little excitement.

However, he didn't have to worry about these problems, all the power of faith was absorbed and refined by the Dream Bead after it was gathered.

Then the power of faith fed back to Xia Feng Bai was already a very pure power of faith.

These powers of faith are much easier to use than blood-colored mist, and they can more effectively fuse the Great Dao together.

And he had a faint feeling that after the various emotions in the mist were absorbed by the Dream Bead, the Dream Bead seemed to have gained a lot of benefits.

It was an indescribable feeling, just like the previous upgrade of the Dream Bead.

Without thinking about it so much, Xia Feng swallowed a few pills, and then lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Zhang Heng and the guards guarding the door outside were still instilling the power of faith in Xia Feng, but the more he went to the back, the weaker he became, as if he could be disconnected at any time.

In the dream bead, Xia Feng closed his eyes, and everything around him slowly began to change.

Including himself, he gradually became what he imagined, and a large amount of faith power gathered in his body, trying to ignite the divine fire in this way.

(End of chapter)