First fought with the Black Mountain Stone Spirit, and then worked non-stop for seven days and seven nights to refine the Hundred Ghosts Horror Transformation Diagram and the Stone Essence Sacrifice together, which consumed a lot of mental energy, although Chen Fusheng was not tired, he was somewhat bored.

Seeing that it was done, the black mountain sank back into the depths of the mountains, and the earth healed as before, he nodded, and no longer cared about what Youruo and the others who came one after another because they felt the mana fluctuations converged, and with a wave of his robe, he stepped on the clouds and escaped directly out of the big array.

With a flicker, through the wall, Chen Fusheng landed on the top of the building and looked into the distance.

Using Kunpeng's discerning eyes several times in succession, Chen Fusheng's original jerky intention caused by the achievement of this magical power prescription was gone, and he was agile and wishful, and he didn't need to exert any effort at all, so he broke the power of the illusion of this Pure Land of Bliss, and the real world was revealed in front of him.

The snow-capped mountains at the foot are towering into the clouds, as far as the eye can see, the sky is high and the earth is far away, indescribably vast, in the far distance, there are more reckless mountains stretching endlessly, more majestic than the vastness of the sea.

Seeing such a strange scene, feeling the cold wind blowing, and the clothes fluttering, the suffocating feeling in Chen Fusheng's chest that was originally accumulated because of the sacrificial refining magic weapon dissipated out of thin air, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar.

This long roar is like the roar of the Nine Heavens Dragon, not only shocking the sky, breaking through the air, rolling up the air waves, but also covering the four fields, and the sound is vibrating for hundreds of miles.

At this time, up and down the snow-capped mountains, large and small sects gathered, and I don't know how many monks came, but when they heard Chen Fusheng's howling, they couldn't help but feel a shock in their hearts.

However, the disciples under their sect lacked cultivation and their concentration was much worse, but their minds couldn't help but be taken away by this howling sound, and they couldn't help themselves.

With the power of the Jokhang Temple, Chen Fusheng's four senses are complete, and his tongue knowledge is further, coupled with his deep knowledge of the Tianyin Gate Dao Method, although this long howl is unintentional, but it is precisely because of this that it is the most suitable for the heart, and naturally Chen Fusheng's comprehension of the three Taoist methods of Buddhism, Taoism and Demons is through, released, and in the end, Chen Fusheng's mind changes and rises and falls with the rhythm of the whistle, allowing the whistle to evolve on its own, and it is just a source of mana.

The magic of the Demon Dao and the mana of Buddhism both come from the heart, and the way of music and rhythm is the most likely to infect people's hearts, so it is not too difficult to understand this mystery.

Now Chen Fusheng is only one step away from Dancheng, and his mana is extremely strong, and this long howl continues endlessly, and it lasts for an hour before it gradually falls.

"It's not good, my behavior this time is too Meng Lang, and I don't know how many people have been disturbed, but there are many people in it whose cultivation ranks are above me, but it is difficult to deal with it. ”

After Chen Fusheng roared, he felt that his mind was indescribably happy, and his Dao heart seemed to have been tempered unconsciously, and his Dao practice was refined, and this matter was worth celebrating no matter when and where it was placed, but Chen Fusheng looked at the hundreds of monks with unkind faces on the left and right, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, and temporarily pressed the joy in his heart.

Just now he was in a good mood, and he accidentally entered the realm of lawlessness, and his mind was all immersed in this whistling, and if there was no one around, he didn't pay attention to when these people gathered.

However, Chen Fusheng imagined it a little, and he understood that these people must have been alarmed by the whistling sound of his own talents, originally he fought two battles in a row, and he had some new comprehension in swordsmanship, and he was planning to practice it, but now he had to give up, thinking about what to say.

Rao is he has cultivated the knowledge of Buddhism, quite eloquent, at this time he also feels that it is difficult to speak, after all, it is indeed his own fault, although he is not unable to get out of it with the benefit of his tongue, but it will undoubtedly leave a bad impression on these monks and the sect forces behind them, and then there will be a lot of unnecessary troubles, Chen Fusheng has a clear heart, and naturally he will not do this kind of thing that outweighs the losses.

However, when he saw the sudden appearance of the long-term rainbow beside him, he was relieved that he didn't need to bother about it anymore.

Releasing his divine thoughts, he felt the change in Chen Fusheng's momentum, and Su Zhengfeng couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

"It's just that I haven't seen him for a few days, Senior Brother Chen's mana is even more sophisticated, it seems that he has gained a lot from the battle with Senior Sister Xie, even if that wind breaks through the Golden Pill this time, I'm afraid that he may not be able to do anything to Senior Brother Chen. ”

Although this pavilion is a thing in the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, the magic weapon always has to be sacrificed before it can play an effect, so Chen Fusheng quietly escaped from the quiet room, and the act of ascending to the top of the building could not hide from him, a Dao Ji master.

It's just that he didn't expect Chen Fusheng's long howl to last so long and be so powerful.

Although his realm is not comparable to those masters who have practiced for hundreds of years, he has also forged the Dao foundation, the foundation is deep, and the Dao heart is transparent, so naturally he will not be confused by Chen Fusheng's howl.

In terms of qualifications and comprehension, Su Zhengfeng is one of the few people in the entire cultivation world, although he has no chance to practice the exercises of the two schools of Buddhism and Demon Dao, let alone the art of sound killing. Limited to what he has learned, he will never be able to grasp all the subtleties in Chen Fusheng's howling.

But as the so-called ten thousand laws are of the same origin, they are all evolved from the avenue of heaven and earth, and when he reaches such a realm, attacking his own jade with the stones of other mountains also has the effect of touching the bypass.

Chen Fusheng was trapped in the realm of thoughtlessness, although he got the greatest benefit, but he was immersed in the divine soul, and this effect did not know how much time it would take in his future cultivation career to gradually manifest itself.

In contrast, although what he got from the auditors was a little simpler, it was immediate, not only because of his own refinement, but also because of his own refinement, showing the way forward, and even with the already exquisite swordsmanship that few people can match, there were also many changes.

It is also for this reason that although he is the most recent, he appears one step later than these monks.

"It's all unsuccessful, since Senior Brother Chen is inconvenient to be this wicked person, I have benefited from his whistle, and it is natural to help him solve this trouble. ”

Casually releasing the divine thoughts, Su Zhengfeng just smiled secretly, most of these monks' cultivation was wandering in the two levels of condensation and refinement, and the external talisman and the magic weapons of the imperial envoy were not necessarily very clever, even if there were a few Dancheng characters who occasionally showed their mana was shallow and crude, and they looked inferior to those inner disciples of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect.

It is not difficult to imagine that those masters will not take such trivial things to heart, and even if those outstanding people can't understand anything from the whistling, they also know that the person who makes such a whistling sound is not an ordinary product, it can't be the true legend of the Daomen, and even the seed players of the 36 Tiangang of the Sword Fighting Conference, even if they want to come over to visit and make friends, they must have relied on the etiquette and refused to lose their identity.

Only these guys, who are not high or low, like to make trouble and show their mana, will crowd over and make this gesture.

Seeing Su Zhengfeng appear, the originally noisy crowd suddenly quieted down.

Although Chen Fusheng became famous in the East China Sea Dragon Palace, after all, his time was still short, and he had few friends in the cultivation world, far less famous than Su Zhengfeng, the Wentian Sword in the past.