There is no time for cultivating immortals, and in the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

One year, whether it is for mortals or immortal cultivators, is not a long time, and even more so for monks, some monks may be in retreat for several years, one year is really too inconspicuous in the long river of time, but this year, it is still a great change for Ling Feng.

A year later, in the outer layer of the Cangyu Mountain Range, on top of a mountain peak, six eagles with a length of more than one meter were unwillingly hissing, flapping their wings, rolling up the wind, and flying sand and rocks to kill a white-clothed young man standing on the top of the mountain.

The young man was dressed in a white robe, his face was handsome, his breath was uncertain, there were seven colors of light flashing in his eyes, which looked very extraordinary, looking at the fierce wind blowing in his face, the young man in white still maintained an indifferent smile, a small golden mirror appeared beside him, and a cluster of golden pillars of light pierced through the storm, followed by the hole through the chest of the fierce eagle, accompanied by a terrible chirp, the fierce eagle fell under the peak.

The golden light appeared too suddenly, so that the other five fierce eagles failed to react, and before they could react, five golden streamers shot out, but in an instant, the six fierce eagles were killed together, falling and down the mountain, at the same time, there were six blood-colored rays of light flying out of the corpse of the fierce eagle, absorbed by the golden mirror, and suddenly, the golden mirror burst out with a strong blood-red light, and the blood-colored lines spread, and at the same time, there was a terrifying and powerful aura, accompanied by a rich bloody aura, and the entire mountain top was shrouded in blood-colored light。

Seeing all this, the young man in white was not surprised, there was a glint of excitement in his eyes, and he said, "It's been a year, and the Spiritual Light Mirror has finally advanced to the level of the magic weapon of the Void Underworld." ”

That's right, this white-clothed young man is Ling Feng a year later, a year has passed, Ling Feng's real age is now ten years old, but just looking at his appearance, he is completely a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, and the golden mirror that bursts out with a rich blood-colored light is naturally Ling Feng's signature magic weapon Lingguang Mirror, and it is the Lingguang Mirror after the blood refining technique.

In a year's time, Ling Feng's cultivation has also advanced to the peak of the transcendent realm, this year, in addition to cultivation, Ling Feng is fighting with one demon beast after another, the magic weapon that has been refined by the blood refining technique, when the sacrifice is completed, there is actually no other change except that the connection with the monk has been strengthened, if you want the magic weapon to continue to become stronger, you must go through a lot of killing, Ling Feng actually originally planned to hunt the demon beasts at the level of the Dao realm, after all, the stronger the strength, the stronger the bloody qi absorbed after killing, but unfortunately, even in the Cangyu Mountain Range, there are still too few demon beasts in the Dao Realm after all, in one year, Ling Feng has hunted a total of three demon beasts in the Dao Realm, This is still hunting at the risk of his life, when he killed the third Demon Beast of the Dao Realm, Ling Feng's behavior finally annoyed the anger of the terrifying demon in the Cangyu Mountain Range, a fierce tiger with a body like a small mountain rushed out directly from the mountain range, the speed was as fast as a streamer, and the cultivation had definitely reached the peak level of the Dao Realm, and his strength was even stronger than Ao Yan, at that time, Ling Feng's cultivation had reached the peak of the Transcendent Realm, but he was still invincible, he could only barely parry, and finally escaped with the speed of the Spirit Light Mirror, since then, Ling Feng no longer dared to hunt the Demon Beast of the Dao Realm。

However, even if you can't hunt the demon beasts of the Dao Realm, no one will care about killing those demon beasts of the Transcendent Realm, after all, there are too many demon beasts in the Transcendent Realm, and no matter how much you kill, you will not anger those big demons hidden in the depths of the Cangyu Mountain Range, so after a year of continuous killing, Ling Feng's black knife took the lead in reaching the peak level of the Entering Dao Realm, and today, the Spiritual Light Mirror has finally broken through that layer of obstacles and reached the level of the magic weapon of the Empty Netherworld, from then on, Ling Feng also has one more hole card, the magic weapon of the Empty Netherworld, how powerful, it can be said that an ordinary peak monk of the Transcendent Realm, if there is a magic weapon of the Empty Netherworld, he can even have a fight with Ao Yan and other figures, of course, it's just a roundabout, after all, no matter how powerful the magic weapon is, it is the monk himself who casts the magic weapon, the monk's strength is not enough, no matter how powerful the magic weapon is placed in front of you, you can't exert its power at all.

After ten breaths, the surging blood light finally calmed down, the sunlight shone down again, and the spiritual light mirror was quietly suspended in mid-air, the golden light and blood light were together, and the blood-colored lines were engraved on the mirror, which did not seem to have amazing power, but this did indeed have the power of the magic weapon of the empty underworld.

Ling Feng, who was dressed in white, looked at this spiritual light mirror, the smile on the corner of his mouth became brighter and brighter, the spiritual light mirror advanced to the level of the Void Netherworld, and it was not in vain that he had been killing continuously for the past year, now he had a real hole card, and his cultivation had reached the peak of the transcendent realm, and his strength was definitely comparable to the peak of the ordinary Dao Realm, if it was placed in the Xuan Realm in the past, the powerhouse of the Void Underworld Realm would not be the absolute king of the Xuan Realm, even if he did not use the Spiritual Light Mirror, no one would be his opponent.

"It's been a year, and I don't know what the scene of the Xuan Domain is like now. Ling Feng put away the spiritual light mirror, looking at the endless mountain range in the distance, his mind had already drifted to the Xuan Domain, a year ago, because of that shocking battle, the entire Northern Domain was turbulent, countless extraterritorial powerhouses came to compete for the so-called Great War Relics, the entire Xuan Domain suddenly changed, and he couldn't leave the Cangyu Mountain Range because of the Heavenly Xuan Sect, for a year, Ling Feng didn't know what the current situation of the Xuan Domain was, after all, Ling Feng had obtained the true relics of that great war- Seven-colored spirit beads, there is nothing else, a year of searching, there is still no harvest, I'm afraid it's time to leave.

"This year.... It's a little too calm. Ling Feng looked worried, this year has been too peaceful, calm and uneasy, in this year, Ling Feng has never seen Ao Yan and the others and the masked man and others, and even Ling Feng has personally gone to look for their lair, but still nothing, but Ling Feng does not dare to forget, the other party's mysterious master wants to hunt the holy beast, but the other party seems to be like himself because of external factors hindered and unable to do it, there is no trace in a year, but if they do it, it also means that those foreign monks have also left.

"Forget it, I don't want to think so much, the spiritual light mirror has advanced to the level of the magic weapon of the Void Netherworld, and now I hurry up and try it with the big snake. Shaking his head, Ling Feng put these distracting thoughts aside for the time being, stepped on the black knife, and flew to the depths of the inner perimeter of the Cangyu Mountain Range, this year Ling Feng has not just fought with those transcendent realm demon beasts, after all, those transcendent realm demon beasts are too weak, none of them are Ling Feng's enemies, and they can't have a tempering effect at all, and there has never been a transcendent realm demon beast with a strong bloodline power inheritance like the Golden Horn Lion Beast in the entire Cangyu Mountain Range, so in order to sharpen, Ling Feng still took the risk to fight with the Dao Realm demon beast, after many practices, Ling Feng found that as long as he didn't kill the Dao Realm demon beast, it was still no problem, so Ling Feng let go of his hands and feet to fight, as long as he didn't kill, there would be no problem, As for the big snake that Ling Feng said in his mouth, it refers to the demon beast blue scale purple snake, the cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Dao Realm, it is also relatively powerful among the demon beasts, and its strength is even more than that of the ordinary late stage of the Dao Realm, although Ling Feng can defeat it, but it is extremely difficult to kill it, its strength is slightly weaker than Zhi Aoyan, not to mention that Ling Feng did not intend to kill it, so in the face of this blue scale and purple snake, Ling Feng can also let go of his hands and feet to fight.

Stepping on the black knife, shuttling between the clouds, like marching deep within the inner perimeter of the Cangyu Mountain Range, but for some reason, the sense of uneasiness in my heart that was about to come became stronger and stronger.