The Ancient Vast Realm

The black mists entangled Feng Xuan like pythons, as if they were looking for something to devour, but after looking around the secret room, these black mist pythons returned to Feng Xuan in boredom, entangled him completely.

After an unknown period of time, the black mist on Feng Xuan slowly drilled back into his body, and his tightly closed eyes slowly opened at this moment.

In his opened eyes, the darkness gradually faded, but his originally dark pupils became deeper, like two bottomless abysses, just like the extinction of Meng in the past.

"So that's it, the Sutra of Deliverance, no wonder I have never been able to practice successfully, because it can't save the disasters in my body at all. Now I am a stubborn stone blocking the source of the disaster, and the Sutra of Deliverance is not enough to save the huge source of disasters under this stubborn stone."

Feng Xuan's eyes were complicated. At this time, he finally understood a lot of things from this inexplicable scripture, which was three-quarters similar to the previous Sutra of Deliverance.

This strangely appeared scripture is what the bronze scroll deduced during this period of time. The bronze scroll uses a huge amount of polluted souls as a furnace, the Duyou Sutra taught by the master as the source, and the annihilation seed given to him by Miemeng as the core. Finally, the first half of this technique was deduced before all the souls burned out. It can only allow Feng Xuan to practice to the fourth level. The next technique requires a larger number of souls to deduce.

And the function of this technique is also very simple, that is, to let Feng Xuan control the disaster and transform into a disaster.

Whether it is the disaster of tigers, wolves, aphids and snakes in the world or the ruthless disaster of water and fire, the disaster of swords and weapons, the disaster of plague and famine, and even the disaster of nature and earth are all in the category of disaster.

And these are just the surface level of disasters. The most terrifying is the disaster of fate. This kind of disaster can directly affect the fate of a living being, and even the fate of a world, causing it to suffer from terrible disasters.

Of course, with Feng Xuan's current ability, the power of disaster he can control is still extremely limited. He can't control the bad luck of a living being and make it perish directly. He can only damage the luck of some ordinary living beings for a period of time, and the disasters will continue. The stronger the strength, the higher the resistance to this disaster power.

However, as Feng Xuan practices this technique more deeply, the things and disasters he can affect will naturally become more terrifying.

"Since the function of this scripture is to enable me to gradually control disasters, the name of the Sutra of Deliverance is naturally no longer suitable. Let's call it the Sutra of Disasters."

Feng Xuan's hand was filled with black air, and a black snake made of black air slowly took shape, almost condensed into substance. The black snake slowly climbed along Feng Xuan's arm until it came to the other side of him.

Looking at the black snake wandering on his body, Feng Xuan suddenly changed his mind, and the black snake's body suddenly disintegrated and gradually reorganized into a night crow with black and soft feathers and dark pupils.

Feng Xuan used his fingers to play with the sharp beak of the Night Crow. He felt that the Night Crow was a real entity, and there was no sign of falsehood at all.

Feng Xuan looked at the Night Crow, and one of his eyes suddenly turned dark, and his own appearance appeared in his left eye.

"Haha, what an interesting ability. Although it is not very useful in battle, it is not bad for exploration."

Feng Xuan looked at himself in the Night Crow's vision. One eye was normal, but the other eye was dark, like a bottomless abyss, exuding the breath of uncleanness and disaster.

"Why do I feel like a demon from the Dark Realm now?"

Looking at himself with this face, Feng Xuan couldn't help but smile, and dispersed the Night Crow in his hand, and his pupils returned to normal. This was an ability that he could use naturally after practicing the Disaster Sutra, as if it was an instinct.

Feng Xuan landed from midair, stretched his waist, and casually used a cleansing spell to flick off all the dust on his body. He put on a new set of clothes again, and then pushed open the door of the secret room and walked out.

When Feng Xuan came to the Xuntian Palace to return the token and mask, the deacon looked at Feng Xuan with a strange expression, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

Looking at the other person's appearance, Feng Xuan felt a little puzzled. He subconsciously reached out and touched his cheek, but didn't feel anything unusual.

"Deacon, what's wrong with me?"

Feng Xuan looked at the other person's eyes and asked in confusion.

"Your Highness Feng Xuan, if we hadn't detected that you were not in danger of life through the secret room, we would have wanted to break in directly."

The deacon looked at Feng Xuan and said with a faint smile.

Feng Xuan was stunned when he heard this, and then he seemed to realize something and asked hurriedly: "How many days have I been in the secret room?"

"It's already the seventh day"

The deacon said honestly, and he showed a hint of realization when he saw Feng Xuan's appearance.

This prince must have gained something and chose to retreat in the secret room directly. For the secret room that is teleported to the War and Martial Secret Realm, ordinary people certainly cannot use it for retreat at will, but if this is a palace child, then it's nothing.

In the holy land, the invisible privileges between the palace children of each hall are unimaginable to ordinary people, and some special treatments are nothing at all.

"It's the seventh day..."

Feng Xuan murmured and repeated. He didn't feel the passage of time when he was practicing the Disaster Sutra, but he didn't expect that seven days had passed unknowingly.

"It's time to go back. There is less than a month left before the opening of the Burning Desolate Cave Heaven Secret Realm that Brother Chilong mentioned. I wonder if Brother Eight's Blood Heart Furnace has been refined."

Feng Xuan said goodbye to the deacon of the Sky Patrol Hall and slowly walked towards the teleportation altar. His gains from this trip were enormous.

The bronze scroll awakened, and the Emperor's Scripture, which had never been successfully practiced, became a more bizarre and powerful technique. The power of the technique was even more terrifying. The most important thing was Feng Xuan's current cultivation.

Standing on the teleportation altar, Feng Xuan raised his left hand, looked at his palm, and exerted a little force. He suddenly felt a powerful force that he had never had before flowing through his palm-the peak of the late stage of Qi transformation!

That's right, Feng Xuan has reached the peak of the late stage of Qi transformation at this time. He is only one step away from reaching the peak of the late stage of Qi transformation. This speed is simply terrifying. Feng Xuan can't fully adapt to his cultivation at this time, and he needs to adapt slowly. Fortunately, he is no longer like himself in the festival, who was hit by the huge cultivation and couldn't control his body.

"I didn't expect that the annihilation seed given by Miemeng would elevate me to this level by randomly releasing some energy from it. I don't know how much my cultivation will be improved after I completely control this annihilation seed."

When Feng Xuan thought about this secretly, his figure instantly disappeared from the altar.

——Dizang Realm

In a huge underground palace, countless terrifying roars rose and fell, and bronze cages enveloped monsters one by one.

Among them were ferocious giant snakes, eight-tailed demon foxes, ice-crystal-like Chilongs, and Bifangs bathed in fire...

In a huge magic formation, a monster with a human-like upper body and a cow-like lower body was roaring wildly, and the huge flame eyes were revealing endless madness. Looking at a young man wearing a black training suit and a lazy look above the formation.