Many days later, a black mang suddenly appeared on Moye Island, and the black mang circled around a small mountain peak, and finally chose a direction to rise and leave.

The black mang's feet gradually stabilized, and a figure in black appeared, this person stepped on the flying sword, his face was quite solemn, one hand in front, the other hand in the back, although his clothes and hair were fluttering, but he was very nervous.

This person is none other than Xiao Feng, who is about to leave.

After many days of healing, his injuries were healed in several books. Xiao Feng also took the opportunity to take more than a dozen Qi Cultivation Pills, and his cultivation also recovered slightly.

It has been restored to the cultivation of the four veins of the belt pulse and the artistic conception.

Although the state has not fully recovered, Xiao Feng's situation at this time is okay. He also successfully fused with the clone.

The strong strength of the Painting God Period made Xiao Feng excited for a while, but it was a pity that his divine sense did not seem to be as strong as expected.

But thinking about it, Xiao Feng is also relieved, his current Divine Consciousness Sea is supported by several doppelgangers, and the doppelganger is a demon cultivator, and the demon cultivator is not strong in the first place. Naturally, there will be no sea of divine consciousness that is powerful in the expected Divine Stage.

Despite this, Xiao Feng at this time is also a genuine powerhouse in the painting period.

After getting used to the strength of the Painting God Period, Xiao Feng was a little unhappy.

The strong flesh is not him, but the doppelganger, and his own flesh has not been significantly improved.

Xiao Feng also didn't know if his physical body could be compared to an ordinary Painted God Stage cultivator.

Maybe, maybe not. And the mana is indeed inferior to that of ordinary monks of the Painted God Period. After all, his mana came from the doppelganger, not from himself.

Although it was the Painting God Period, Xiao Feng knew in his heart that he might be at the bottom of the Painting God Period.

Of course, if the doppelganger is summoned, then the doppelganger is a genuine demon cultivator of the God Painting Period.

This inevitably made Xiao Feng a little disappointed, and he was even more eager to let the deity advance to the painting god stage.

During the healing period, Xiao Feng also took the time to sort out his magic weapons, wanting to find a few weapons for the clone.

Although he gained a lot this time, the number of magic weapons alone was as many as nearly a hundred, but almost all of them were low-grade magic weapons, only a few dozen medium-grade magic weapons, and none of them were high-grade or above.

Obviously, letting a Demon Cultivator of the Painted God Period use a medium-grade magic weapon is a bit out of his hands.

In the end, Xiao Feng had no choice but to hit the Tianyuan knife with his idea. I don't know what the situation of this Tianyuan Knife, which looks like a magic weapon and a magic weapon, Xiao Feng can't use it at all.

What made Xiao Feng very helpless was that although the clone could use the Tianyuan knife, he could not control it either, so he could only use it as a kitchen knife in his hand.

However, with Xiao Feng's in-depth research, he also gradually discovered the problem, this Tianyuan knife did not seem to be a magic weapon, but more like an ordinary mortal weapon, with no spirituality in it.

It stands to reason that even if it is an ordinary knife, it can be driven by divine sense, but this knife is not good.

Xiao Feng also thought that maybe this Tianyuan knife needed to recognize the master, so he learned the method of recognizing the master's magic weapon, and wanted to recognize the master of this knife with blood.

The result was also a mixed blessing for Xiao Feng, the knife was still uncontrollable, but the weight seemed to be a lot lighter, and he could barely hold the Tianyuan knife.

Xiao Feng knew in his heart that with his current eye level, it was impossible to figure out this knife at all, so he could only give up and let the clone temporarily use the Tianyuan knife as a weapon.

And in the study of his exercises, Xiao Feng also encountered problems.

He didn't have the Heavenly Demon Island exercises, so he couldn't practice more supernatural powers, and the clone was now majoring in the Illusion Demon Technique, which was more like imitating the combat methods of other creatures.

And if you want to imitate, you must have a trace of other creatures to guide you.

If not, the Illusionary Demon Skill is just a set of tangible and intangible exercises, and it cannot be used in battle at all.

In this regard, Xiao Feng also has his own plans, Xiao Feng can remember that in his storage bag, there has always been a fierce insect that gives him a headache.

If the clone can absorb this ferocious insect and transform into a ferocious worm, then he will have a powerful clone.

However, the origin of this fierce insect is unknown, Xiao Feng does not dare to let the clone try, so he can only wait until he understands the fierce insect before trying. At the very least, he must have the ability to protect himself before he can let the clone take risks.

As for Xiao Feng himself, he had already thought about it, to resume his cultivation as soon as possible, and then find enough Painted God Pill, and then try to paint God.

The future cultivation route, Xiao Feng has planned, and the next step is to implement it.

There is a saying: Autumn water is the same color as the sky. This is the most appropriate phrase for the moment.

The blue sky and clear water, the sky and the water are connected, and the top and bottom are the same color.

It is difficult to distinguish which side is the east and which side is the west, in this cage of heaven and earth.

Xiao Feng's brows furrowed tightly, he stepped on the flying sword and looked around, hoping to see a hint of difference.

Unfortunately, except for the big fish jumping on the surface of the water from time to time, there is not even a single bird around.

The choppy waves, the happy fish, and the leisurely white clouds seem to have no direction on the endless sea.

Xiao Feng was also quite scared in his heart, and at this time he realized how ignorant he was.

He thought that with the abundant purple spirit crystals and pills in his storage bag, it was enough for him to fly above the sea for a month or two.

But at this time, he realized that in a month or two, he might not be able to escape from the cage of the sea.

All the expectations at the beginning have long been blown away under the wind-eroded sea breeze.

He even thought about turning around and returning to Moye Island, at least he wouldn't die so quickly.

Fortunately, along the way, Xiao Feng did not encounter too strong sea beasts, except for a few small sea beasts that did not have long eyes, which were packed up by him and put in storage bags as food. There is not much danger to it.

But the sea itself is the source of danger, boundless and boundless. If he could not find a place to stay, he would sooner or later be consumed in the sea.

This time, Xiao Feng finally understood why the artistic conception period was almost inseparable from the island, there was no ship, no course, not to mention the artistic conception period, and the painting period would be nine deaths.

Two months later, Xiao Feng lay on a raft with several logs side by side.

His cheeks were black, his lips were white and chapped, and there was nothing but exhaustion in his eyes.

It may be that he chose the wrong direction, or it may be that he was in the middle of the flight, deviated from the direction, and flew non-stop for two months, but he did not encounter a single island, not even a bird.

If this continues, he won't be able to hold on for a few days.

But now that a person is above the vast sea, he can't go up to the sky or down to the ground, so he can only continue to move forward.

There was always only one thought in his heart, maybe the island was not far away, and this was the only motivation to keep him going.

The howling wind blew the raft like fallen leaves on the surface of the lake, and Xiao Feng clasped the edge of the raft with both hands, trying to keep the raft intact.

But he was like a fallen leaf in a storm, drifting with the waves, rising and falling in the waves of the sea.

Even if he was a monk of the Painting God Period, he was helpless in the face of Tianwei.