"Is this a change in the mountain gate of the Faxiang Sect?"

This thought flashed through Ning Feng's mind, and he began to doubt whether the so-called regret of the young Zhang Fan was his grandfather or the sect's change.

The next scene made him lose the mind to think about those messy things again.

Accompanied by the roar, starlight as thick as a pillar burst out from the gate of the Faxiang Sect, impacting on the cloudy sky curtain, spreading and turning into starlight tides.

One drum and one swaying, one rise and one fall, one exhaling, one breathing, one come and one go...

The scene in front of Ning Feng suddenly changed, and the star power filled the sky came. The last moment was a surging wave, and the next moment was like a quiet virgin.

Under the impact of endless star power, the vast world seemed to be breathing with it. As one breath and one breath, the star power surged.

The star power is different from the sun. It is not as fierce and fierce as it is not as strong or fierce as it is not, but rather a kind of spring breeze and rain that moistens things silently, and is omnipresent and unstoppable.

Wherever you see, the sky and earth, the sky and the sky are overwhelming star power tides are overwhelming, with only one exception.

“Huh?”

Ning Feng stretched out a palm, with his palm facing upwards, but he could see that the star power flowing from the direction of the mountain gate of the Faxiang Sect automatically separated when passing by his palm.

After the separate parts bypass the palm, they naturally blend into one.

Ning Feng looked down and looked again. There was an invisible and lubricating barrier around his body. The star power kept coming and sliding over him, just like he was wearing water and imitating a swimming fish in the water.

The erosion of star power and pervasiveness showed a completely opposite appearance on him.

“This feeling is…”

Ning Feng was confused first, and then realized something: "Yes, it comes from the same origin, and there is no distinction between them."

"The star power on my body is actually the same kind of power as the one that erupts from the mountain gate of the Dharma Xiangzong at this moment."

Ning Fengshi then took it for granted. The surging star power on his body originated from the peak Zhang Fan, and Zhang Fan was born in the Dharma Xiang Sect. The powers of both sides were of the same origin, so what's so strange?

His surprise and suddenness were a long story, but in fact it was just a moment.

In this short period of time, things are happening one by one.

First, the star power gushing out from the mountain gate of the Faxiang Sect gathered in the sky, condensed into stars, arranged in a mysterious way, presenting the number of great circumferences, 3,650.

Among them, at each breathing time, there are 365 stars shaped like a scroll, slowly spreading.

When one breath changes, it is not just the arrangement of stars. The stars are bright and dark, and the breath of the entire scroll is also changing. It is fierce and violent, as hot as fire, as gentle as water, and as cold as ice...

Then, Zhang Fan next to Ning Feng blurted out in a very strange tone: "Zhoutian Star Map."

This sentence fell into Ning Feng's ears, and instantly made him look at him sideways, thinking: "This is not like an exclamation, but more like a repetition. The question is who he repeated?"

He looked at Zhang Fan up and down, as if he wanted to find another hidden person from him or was hiding.

As a result, the person did not notice, and Ning Feng discovered another thing.

As the Zhoutian Star Map unfolded, Zhang Fan seemed to be infected by the breath, and couldn't help but close his eyes. Standing beside him, he could even hear the sound of rapids slamming into his body, which was the qi and blood being guided and washed away.

Behind Zhang Fan's head, the three-legged golden crow Dharma image suddenly appeared. The two wings spread across the sky, and the crow cried and shook the world.

"Three-legged Golden Crow, so proud and beautiful."

As Ning Feng stroking his hands and exclaimed, Zhang Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and a dazzling light reflected in his eyes.

By the way, Ning Feng looked towards the Zhoutian Star Map and saw that there was a golden light flashing among the stars in the sky. He disappeared immediately. He wanted to look for it again, but there was no trace.

"Does it correspond to the stars?"

Ning Feng had a thought and saw Zhang Fan's face appearing as if he was lost, but at least he was reborn. He hurriedly asked, "Brother Zhang, what is the Zhoutian Star Map?"

Star power!

In the Yinghuo Banner, and the magical power that has only been known and has never seen it look like: outside the Star, this is the first time that Ning Feng has seen the peak use of star power. It would be a lie to say that he is not curious about it.

Ning Feng was ready to turn a deaf ear to Zhang Fan. He never thought that he had the desire to talk or what happened. Zhang Fan actually answered:

"This is the Zhoutian Star Array."

"The eye of the formation is the treasure of our Faxiang Sect to maintain the mountain, an ancient treasure that has been passed down for thousands of years: the Zhoutian Star Map."

Ning Feng was overjoyed and remembered these things silently. He was about to continue asking questions, but a sudden change occurred.

"Hehehehehehe~"

A strange laughter came from all directions.

"Zhu Jiuxiao!"

"Do you think I'll do anything to you if I'm going to have a turtle shell?"

With this harsh sound that made Ning Feng feel very urged to cover his ears, a creeping howl of ghosts and wolves was heard, and a miserable white bridge made of white bones spanned from the horizon and headed towards the center of the Zhoutian Star Array.

"snort!"

"act recklessly!"

The starlight emitted by the stars in the sky suddenly gathered, and a huge fist condensed at the center of the Zhoutian Star Array, and when the starlight was the brightest, it blasted out.

The Fist of the Stars, without any tricks of the Flowers collided head-on with the Bridge of Bones.

"boom!"

In an instant, Ning Feng was unstable and felt that the ground under his feet had become softer than cotton. His ears were rumbling, but the spiritual sense was unprecedentedly sensitive. He could clearly feel that as the fist of the stars came out, there seemed to be countless spirits, and countless pride and violence of the ancient ferocious beasts surging.

"hiss!"

Ning Feng calmed down and looked at it carefully. He instantly took a breath of cold air and felt like a toothache.

“So awesome~~”

When he looked over, the Star Fist had broken most of the Bridge of Bones; in the process of opening his eyes, the power of this punch followed the Bridge of Bones and continued to bombard the source that was beyond the reach of the infinite eyes.

The power of one punch comes to this!

"The owner of the White Bone Bridge is obviously an old demon who is extremely powerful. I'm afraid that the ancestors of our Sun God Palace are just like this, right?"

"This punch..."

Ning Feng searched all his mind and memories, and only Zhang Fan on Yuanshi Bridge and himself who spoke the Dharma at the last moment of the Soul Realm could cover up one of them.

Zhang Fan on Yuanshi Bridge is definitely there. It’s just...

"Ahem cough ~~"

Ning Feng coughed lightly and drove away the thought just now from his mind. After all, the second half of the thought just now was really shameless and he couldn't accept it very much.

"Zhulong!"

At this moment, Zhang Fan suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

Ning Feng looked up suddenly and saw that the Zhoutian Star Array was originally opened. A red giant snake as huge as a continuous mountain range was hovering up.

The giant snake is in the body and the human face. When the eyes are opened, the sky and the earth are over the day, and the brilliance is revealed; when the eyes are closed, the world enters the night, and the darkness of the five fingers cannot be seen.

When it exhale, the silver snake dances in the mountains, the wax figures are flying, and the snow is flying; when it inhales, it is in the sky for nine days, and it is barren.

Eternal, long-lasting, and solemn, it seems to be born in the origin of the world, living with heaven and earth. It will eventually become a primitive terrifying existence that is silent with heaven and earth.

"It's really Zhulong!"

Ning Feng swallowed his saliva. Isn’t this terrifying existence in front of him almost the same as the Zhulong recorded in the classics of his previous life?

"Dharma: Zhulong."

"The Dharma image of the Dharma image of the Dharma image of the Dharma image of the Dharma is too terrifying. Next to it is a three-legged golden crow that is against the sky. There is also a Zhulong here that almost represents the power of the original source."

"Nothing will appear again, right?"

Ning Feng's mind flashed with earth-shaking names in myths and legends. It's hard to say whether they were looking into the sky with fear or expectation. What else was there after looking at the candle dragon?

Unfortunately, as soon as Zhulong spoke, Ning Feng knew that it was destined to be no more.

"Faxiangzong, the mountain has been sealed for a hundred years."

"A hundred years later, open the mountain gate and break it again!"

As if it echoed it, a dark flag stood up in the southeast corner like a pillar of heaven, and an old voice sounded:

"The Magical Way. Closing the Mountain for a Hundred Years."

"You can wait and do another one in the ancient remnants, a hundred years later."

...

"Yuling Sect, sealed the mountain for a hundred years."

"Remnants, please enjoy it. A hundred years later, I will feed you my little babies, hahaha~~~"

The mountains move around, gather to form dragons, and group to each other.

A shocking scene appeared one after another. Ning Feng, as a witness, looked over one by one, but in the end he became a little numb.

He was too lazy to ask whether the flags and treasures that gathered together mountains to become dragons were like the Zhoutian Star Map, and they were both rare treasures in ancient times. He only knew that the three major sects in Qinzhou had been sealed for a hundred years at the same time.

"The problem is big."

Ning Feng turned his head and looked at Zhang Fan. Sure enough, his face darkened, and then from his eyebrows and from his eyes, he exuded an indescribable firmness.
To be continued...