Emperor of Eternals

Chapter 77
And from then on, the rest of the essence energy left in his dao foundation by the heart of the primordial stone will generate a large amount of vitality all the time, temper and forge the dao foundation.

It can be said that Leng Feng has an extra cultivation machine that is always on, no matter what he himself is doing, his cultivation will increase.

But it's a pity that he only integrated one primordial stone heart, otherwise his cultivation speed could be further accelerated.

Leng Feng was a little greedy!
After the Yuanshi Heart has been integrated, the next step is to practice the Taoism of the Divine Corpse. The reason why the elders of the Taoist lineage value Bai Kun is because of his physique, and the emperor's corpse is born with the ability to control corpses.

If you can practice the Taoism of the gods and corpses, you will get twice the result with half the effort.

Although Leng Feng didn't have such a talent, he had something that Bai Kun and other Transmortal Realm disciples didn't possess, and that was an incomparably powerful divine consciousness.

When the other disciples were at his level, the power of divine consciousness was at best considered embryonic, and the only function was probably to use the storage bag.

But he is different, his spiritual consciousness is strong enough to be comparable to the foundation cultivator, and this is because of the shackles of his own cultivation realm.

Otherwise, in terms of spiritual consciousness alone, he is even better than the ordinary Faying Patriarch!

And this is the best help for him to practice the Taoism of the Divine Corpse. Silently recalling the line of practice of the Taoism of the Divine Corpse, Leng Feng completely fell into the most ethereal state of cultivation.

When he opened his eyes again, there were many figures in front of him, but they were disciples of Xianzong who survived the battle with the help of Li Mao.

Of the original four or fifty people, now there are only eight or nine left, which shows the tragic casualties.

"came back?"

Leng Feng glanced at Li Mao, said lightly, and then threw a storage bag to him.

Li Mao took it in doubt, and when he checked his consciousness, a look of surprise appeared on his face: "Master, I want that martial skill, but you should take back the Yuanshi Heart."

How could he not know the preciousness of the primordial stone heart, but he never thought that Leng Feng would give him one of them.

"Since it is given to you, it is yours. There will be big actions soon, and your strength still needs to be improved."

Seeing that Leng Feng had made up his mind, Li Mao didn't say anything more, just nodded silently, sat down cross-legged, and prepared to refine the heart of the primordial stone.

The other Immortal Sect disciples present were listening to the conversation between Leng Feng and Li Mao while healing their wounds. However, the content of the conversation shocked them and made them unbelievable.

Li Mao was the hero who single-handedly rescued them from the bitter battle. They were full of admiration for Li Mao's strength and courage.

But it is such a person, he calls Leng Feng the master?
This person who did not show the slightest along the way and did not dare to resist under Cheng Kun's torture, what qualifications does this person have to surpass Li Mao? They don't understand, and they don't accept it!
"Hmph, just pretending to be a fool!"

"The sky is speechless!"

"Senior Brother Li Mao is really a pity."

"...!"

But Leng Feng didn't care about the inexplicable injustices of these remnant soldiers in front of him, it was just a bit of bullying.

Does he still need to tell them soft-boned ants that Cheng Kun and the leaders of the three major hostile forces all died under his calculations?

Still have to tell them that he only needs one hand to send them all to hell, Leng Feng is not so boring.

After nothing happened for a while, he closed his eyes again, and silently practiced the divine corpse Taoism. In this way, about another hour passed, and Leng Feng and Li Mao rose up almost at the same time.

At this moment, Li Maoxiu's base has reached the early stage of the third heaven of the mortal state, driven by the heart of vitality, and his strength has skyrocketed.

Glancing around, Leng Feng found that the injuries of the other Immortal Sect disciples present had almost recovered, so he said, "Okay, everyone gather, now I have something to do."

However, after his words fell, no one responded except Li Mao and Ao Wuming. Several Xianzong disciples folded their arms and looked at him mockingly.

Regarding this, Leng Feng didn't say a word, just smiled.

In the next second, Li Mao and Ao Wuming who were beside him jumped up to attack. Who were they? One of them was planted by Leng Feng with super powerful combat power, and the other was a real golden dragon, majestic and majestic.

In less than 30 seconds, seven or eight Xianzong disciples were all beaten into dead dogs by them and thrown in front of Leng Feng.

"Hmph, if you dare to be disrespectful to your master, you should be killed!"

"It should be killed!"

Li Mao and Ao Wuming were furious, they really felt that these people didn't know good from bad, even they willingly surrendered to them, these people had the courage to provoke them, they really were ignorant and fearless.

Seeing this scene, the smile on Leng Feng's face remained the same as before, and he was not even interested in taking a look at the lost dogs lying on the ground.

"Now, please listen to me quietly."

. . .

Outside the big formation at Tingtao Pavilion in Penglai, countless East Sea monsters rushed to kill and invade on the coast.

Similarly, relying on the protection of the formation, the Xianzong disciples and casual cultivators who participated in the defensive battle almost reached their peak at this moment, and thousands of degenerate monks spread out.

Every time the attack is launched, the stumps will soar to the sky, and the blood will surge, as if the entire battlefield is a huge flesh and blood mill, strangling the living beings unscrupulously and annihilating the soul.

In the palace of King Hanlong in the East China Sea, King Hanlong stared closely at the blood beads suspended in mid-air with a pair of bright red blood eyes.

But seeing the light of the blood bead at this time is deep and introverted, and in all directions, twelve thick and incomparable dragon-shaped long streams of blood flow into it without end.

The scene is eerie and magnificent, and one can't help but shake one's mind and tremble in one's limbs at a glance.

"Hahaha, kill! Kill! Kill! Continue to fight, fight endlessly!"

A crazily long laugh broke out suddenly, echoing in the East China Sea Hanlong Palace in Nuoda.

Xuanyuan Yunbo and Elder Haichao stood in the void, their robes rattling under the strong wind, and the loopholes in the formation before their eyes had been completely repaired.

"It's time for this inexplicable war to end, Haiyun and the others will be here soon."

Elder Hai Chao caressed the beard under his forehead, his expression was full of resentment and slaughter.

Yes, he always felt that the war in front of him was completely inexplicable, those East Sea monsters seemed to be crazy, except for fighting and killing, they never slept.

He had just received the letter, and this time the sect sent three more elders, all of whom were in the Condensed Phase Realm, just to resolve the current war in one fell swoop.

As for the elders of the higher Faying Realm, they will not be easily dispatched. Of course, if the existence of the Faying Realm appears in the East China Sea, they will not stand by and watch.

As long as they receive the information and rush to the battlefield, they don't even need 5 minutes. The supernatural powers of monks in the realm of Faying are far beyond what others can guess.

(End of this chapter)