Emperor Tingfeng blessed the spiritual power on his body to the best, and in an instant, the spiritual light in his body was shining, and the whole person was tightly wrapped together by colored light. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The changes in the body made Di Tingfeng's forehead sweat break out, his expression was serious and hideous, and he looked very painful, and after every struggle, Di Tingfeng's face showed a satisfied expression.

A few days later, Emperor Tingfeng only heard a "rumbling" sound above his head, and the stealth technique he cultivated finally reached the third-order Great Perfection, not only breaking through the third-order, but even breaking through the dark space above his head.

It was only a matter of three or two days to get out of the trap, and he didn't expect that even he felt that in the abyss land, Emperor Tingfeng not only broke through the third-order bottleneck of the stealth technique that he couldn't get up, but also unexpectedly got out of the abyss.

Emperor Tingfeng swept his eyes at the big pit that he had accidentally made out in the same place, and said in his heart, that Bai Shaodi should not have guessed that he could break through the bottleneck and escape from the forbidden space, for a while, the question of going to stay was hovering in Emperor Tingfeng's head.

Emperor Tingfeng found a hidden place in the back mountain, so as to consolidate the realm that he had just broken through, and used the third-order exercise of the stealth technique, plus the cover of life extension, as long as the other party did not have the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Stage, it would be difficult to detect him at once.

The emperor listened to the wind and meditated, and before he knew it, another three days passed, and three days later, a figure drew down from the peak of a certain place in the back mountain, and as soon as the figure escaped over the pavilion, it stopped at the door of the utility pavilion.

As soon as Emperor Tingfeng's shadow appeared at the door of the Sundries Pavilion, an angry roar came from inside, "Boy, where have you been these days? Didn't I tell you to report to me in the Sundries Pavilion three days later?" After a while, an old man with a white beard suddenly appeared and stood in front of Emperor Tingfeng's eyes.

When the emperor heard that the wind was the old man who threw the book to him a few days ago, he felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it, so he said coldly: "I forgot!"

The old man roared angrily: "The sect must call itself a disciple. He glared at the emperor Tingfeng several times, it was not the head of the family who personally gave him this son, he really didn't want it, the old man also regretted it very much, he asked the head of the family not long ago to ask for manpower, but the head of the house because of the mortal disciple that the emperor Tingfeng was about to become, pushed this son to him.

At this moment, the old man not only offended the furnace Qing Zhenren, but also caused himself a big trouble to come back, the emperor listened to the wind before the identity of a personal disciple, and he had always been treated according to the inner disciple, but this time he was transformed into this low-level disciple, and the sundries pavilion was not as good as the alchemy room, and he must be reluctant in his heart.

After listening to the wind, the emperor nodded and said coldly to the old man: "Disciple forgot." ”

"You ......" Feng Mo was speechless by the emperor's speechlessness, and said: "From today on, I am your master, you can call me the master, you can also call me master, now you will recite those rules and regulations to me, and also, these days when you are late, you will deduct twenty spirit stones as punishment." ”

Emperor Tingfeng listened to the old man's words, and said coldly: "The disciple master is a real person in the furnace, and the disciple doesn't like to call people in charge. ”

Emperor Tingfeng's tone and attitude made the old man almost miss and shoot people to death, if it weren't for the fact that he took care of Lu Qingzhen's face, he really wanted to cure this disciple who didn't know the height of the sky.

The old man really couldn't listen to the wind, and he was afraid of destroying his heart after talking to the other party for a few more words, so he said helplessly: "Okay, you can call me Feng Mo, or Old Man Feng, now I want to test your memory, and first memorize the rules of the Miscellaneous Pavilion!"

"Crazy old man, the disciple knows!" the emperor listened to the wind and responded, but he didn't know what the rules of the Miscellaneous Pavilion were, he didn't have time to take a look, he was taken to a strange place by Bai Shaodi, and as soon as he escaped, he bumped into Feng Mo.

Emperor Tingfeng thought that he took advantage of this accident and left the Phantom Immortal Sect, and in a blink of an eye he thought of the task assigned by Master Wan, so he rushed to the Sundries Pavilion, however, the sinister Bai Shao Emperor, when his cultivation did not break through the realm of the Spiritual Silence Period, it was best not to meet him.

"The first article of the Sundries Pavilion stipulates that the disciples in the hall should do things seriously. ”

"The second rule of the Miscellaneous Pavilion stipulates that the disciples in the hall are not allowed to play. ”

"The third article of the Sunyard Pavilion stipulates that the disciples in the temple must work hard......"

Feng Mo listened to the regulations of the Sundries Pavilion created by Emperor Tingfeng, and was so angry that his white beard curled up, his eyes widened, and he roared at Emperor Tingfeng: "The first rule of the Sundries Pavilion is that you are not allowed to be late, and you are not allowed to be late, you idiot." ”

This son is so bold, he dares to ignore the task he assigned, Emperor Tingfeng doesn't even know the rules of the Miscellaneous Pavilion, I'm afraid that he hasn't read the books and brochures he handed over to the other party, no wonder Feng Mo, who has always been calm, will go crazy.

The three or two disciples of the Sundries Pavilion on the side were even more surprised, because the main officer was present, and they didn't dare to laugh at the emperor in public.

Feng Mo was so angry that his heart trembled, and he watched the emperor listen to the wind for a while, this son is really "rotten wood can not be carved", the emperor listens to the wind not only with Danfang, can make spirit runes, can cultivate, in the end is not as good as a "waste" person.

"Ben Dao admits that you are gifted, have a strong understanding and have a good nature, and your talent can be regarded as one in a thousand, a rare genius in a hundred years, but unfortunately, you have everything, but you have no future. ”

It is absolutely impossible for the Netherworld Body to cultivate the Immortal Family Exercises, on the contrary, the Immortal Family Exercises are precisely the best spells to restrain the Immortal Cultivation.

Emperor Tingfeng sneered in his heart, and said coldly to Feng Mo: "What will happen to the disciple in the future?" ”

What kind of netherworld body, it's just that there is a trace of innate underworld power in the body, how did it become a netherworld body, I really don't understand how those people can see that he has a netherworld body.

Hmph! Feng Mo snorted coldly and said, "This Dao doesn't care what happens to you in the future?" From now on, memorize the rules of the Sundries Pavilion to me, and say, if you can't recite them after three days, another twenty spirit stones will be deducted. ”

Without the spirit stone, see what you do, hum! Feng Mo snorted coldly, a rainbow light disappeared, leaving only some disciples of the Sundries Pavilion and a few disciples who came to fetch things, although they wanted to step forward and laugh at Emperor Tingfeng, seeing Emperor Tingfeng's face full of anger, they didn't dare to take a step rashly.

Time passed, and a few months passed in a blink of an eye, Emperor Tingfeng was in the Sundries Pavilion, in addition to completing the tasks assigned by Feng Mo every day, he was generally practicing, of course, the spirit stones of each month that the sect stipulated for his disciples were deducted by Feng Mo for no reason.

Emperor Tingfeng does not have the assistance of spirit stones, and he can still practice the exercises, because the ancient card that seals his life has a steady stream of spiritual power, and he does not need the assistance of external spiritual power.

The scene of the Phantom Immortal Sect has also changed, and many disciples have forgotten about the person Emperor Tingfeng, and no one has read the old things of a few months ago.

Emperor Tingfeng checked the items in the utility pavilion as usual, and when he checked the corner of the dark hall, he found that there was usually no door, and a crack came out for no reason, and Emperor Tingfeng reached out and stroked it curiously, but he was pulled hard by some "strange" suction, and the person was pulled into it at once.

"Wow!" the emperor listened to the wind's screams from the dark corner, he didn't know why he was pulled by the crack, and then plunged into it, and as a result, he got into a black hole, unfortunately, this hole was still bucket-shaped, the emperor didn't have time to see what was going on, he slipped down the bucket-shaped hole.

"Who is it?" As soon as Emperor Tingfeng fell to the bottom, there was an unprecedented roar below, and after a while, the owner of the sound rushed to Emperor Tingfeng's side, and after checking it on all sides, he didn't find anything wrong.

The man felt that it was inappropriate, and after several prohibitions were played around, he disappeared in place again with confidence, and after the person's aura disappeared completely, a figure appeared on a wall, slapping his chest with a loud breath, and he was shocked by a dense sweat.

Hearing the wind, the emperor probed his divine sense and cautiously probed in the direction where the man came, and when he saw that the man had gone far away, he exhaled loudly, looked up at the prohibitions that the man had placed everywhere, and did not dare to take a single step, for fear that after alarming the man, he would cause some trouble for no reason.

Emperor Tingfeng carefully swept the surroundings, only to find that he accidentally fell into a semi-circular basement, and there was a lighting spirit stone around the basement, according to the brightness, it should have been installed by someone.

Emperor Tingfeng carefully sniffed the air in the basement, fortunately, there was no poisonous mist in the air, and there was no trouble for the guardian beasts to appear, but the unknown prohibitions around him were a little troublesome.

The Emperor listened to the wind and muttered, "Why did that person appear in the basement of the Utility Pavilion? ”

All kinds of strange clues emerged from Emperor Tingfeng's mind one after another, but they were all overturned by Emperor Tingfeng one by one, it seems that only by following up in person can you satisfy your curiosity.

Having made up his mind, Emperor Tingfeng hid his body here, and chased in the direction where the person left just now, anyway, there is a continuation of life to follow, not afraid of any danger, even if he can't kill the other party, escape for his life, there is still a way to continue his life.

After listening to the wind and chasing for several miles with the smell of the person just now, he stopped in place and did not dare to move a step, just ten meters away in front of him, there were dozens of dark shadows plotting something, but the leader was a "crazy old man" who he was familiar with.

Among those people, they all wore masks, and even their clothes were exactly the same, and they couldn't tell who was who at all, but except for the crazy old man, Emperor Tingfeng faintly felt that among these people, there was a smell that made him feel familiar, but the taste was too shallow and not clear.

If it is changed to something else, the "crazy old man" in front of the people, the aura that emerges from the body is clearly not the aura of a human monk, and it is very gloomy, if the emperor listens to the wind and estimates it is correct, those people are the demon cultivators in the mouth of the human monks.

"How can the crazy old man get together with a group of demon cultivators?" the emperor muttered cautiously when he heard the wind, reined all his breath and slowly leaned towards everyone, and his heart was beating wildly.