Although the ancestor Fen Tian was scolding in his heart at this time, he did not dare to be negligent at all. When he slashed out again, he flashed to the side.

With a loud bang, white light narrowly passed by the ancestor Burning Tian. However, he did not relax because of this, but moved to the side again, stepped four or five hundred meters away in one step, waved the knife in his hand and slashed at the sword thread forward again.

At this time, the ancestor Fen Tian saw it quite clearly. If he was still in the formation, he would face more and more white light bombardment. He could dodge for a while but not always avoid it. Therefore, the safest way was to break through the formation as soon as possible. Then he could advance and retreat at will.

But Chen Feng couldn't understand what Chen Feng thought, so of course he would not let him escape from the One Yuan Wanxiang Formation comfortably.

Therefore, while Chen Feng activated the sword silk to attack the ancestor Fentian violently like a storm, he tried his best to block his way, and released the sword silk to continuously pull the white light around him, constantly bombarding the ancestor Fentian, forcing him to hide in a hurry and have no time to break the formation and escape.

In addition, Chen Feng also used sword silk to drag some tiny white light into the silk rain ring to help it continuously absorb gold-based spiritual energy and become stronger.

If an ordinary magic weapon suddenly absorbs such a large and extremely pure gold spiritual energy, it may collapse directly because it is unbearable, but the silk rain ring is magical without any problem.

Chen Feng was a little worried at first, but he dragged a few relatively small white lights for him to swallow. He gradually began to pull over the thicker and larger white lights after he found that there was no situation of deficiency and unreplenishment.

The silk rain ring was like a big belly guy with a deep stomach. He really refused everyone, and swallowed all the white lights one by one like eating noodles.

With a large amount of gold-type spiritual energy, the circle of ancient runes carved outside the silk rain ring actually shines with a faint light.

There are as many as ten of these runes, all of which are lost today. Although several Chen Fengs have seen them, they do not know their specific purpose.

Since Chen Feng got this silk rain ring, although he has been warming it with his own true energy and even attracting gold-type spiritual energy to pour it into it, the effect is very little, so that the ten runes have been dim and dull.

Even if the runes flash when he occasionally fights, it is just a phantom, and it is completely impossible to release its true power.

Originally, Chen Feng thought that the rain ring might have been damaged because it was too long to resist the destruction of time. Now, seeing a faint light gradually rising from the rune, Chen Feng realized that it was not broken, but that he had introduced too little gold-type spiritual energy into it before, so he could not light it up again.

Looking at the runes that were still emitting a ray of light after swallowing more than ten white lights in succession, Chen Feng couldn't help but be shocked.

Now he became more and more sure that this thing must be an ancient thing. Because only when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is still extremely abundant will someone refine such treasures. Otherwise, there would be no sufficient supply of gold-type spiritual energy, and no matter how mysterious the runes are, they would not be useful.

As a result, Chen Feng had no worries and began to let go of his hands and feet and drag the white light to stuff the silk rain ring.

Although the runes did not light up and Chen Feng didn't know what power they had, as the silk rain ring continued to swallow the white light, the accompanying benefits were soon revealed.

That is, the number of sword threads shot out from the silk rain ring is increasing exponentially. Almost every time the silk rain ring swallows a white light, the number of sword threads will increase by thirty or fifty, and the length of the sword threads will also increase accordingly.

At first, this growth was quite obvious, but as the white light swallowed by the silk rain ring increased, although the number of sword threads was still increasing, it only increased by twenty or thirty at a time. At the same time, the length of the sword threads no longer increased wildly after reaching 1,500 meters.

However, the benefits of the silk rain ring swallowing the white light are still being revealed, that is, the sword thread is slightly thicker than before, and the toughness and strength are greatly increased, and it is becoming more and more sharp.

These improvements are evident from the fact that the ancestor Burning Tian could no longer cut out with one sword, and the sword lights were also louder when the sword lights collided, and there was a sound of gold and iron clashing. Later, when the two collided, the sword threads could actually split the sword lights.

"Damn it! How could this happen? The golden spiritual energy that others avoided was not only used by him to attack me, but also used by him to strengthen magic weapons. It was like a ghost!" The ancestor Fen Tian cursed in his heart, but his face became increasingly ugly.

He was in the One Yuan Wanxiang Formation and was constantly facing the attack of the sword threads, and his feelings about its changes were the most direct and clear.

From the beginning that he could cut twenty or thirty sword threads that blocked him with one sword, to now, with all his strength, he might not be able to destroy a sword thread. He also had to worry about whether the sword thread would damage his sword. It didn't take long before and after?

Not only that, what is more intuitive is that the number of sword threads surrounding him is increasing.

At first, it was only fifty, but now it was so dense that it was hard to tell how many were. It swayed around like countless silver threads, reminding the dense aquatic plants in the water in summer. However, those aquatic plants looked cute, but these silver threads were fatal.

"It's so hateful!" The ancestor of Fen Tian couldn't help but curse again, and at the same time stepped forward and avoided a white light that was shooting from coming.

Feeling the sharpness and sequin of the golden spiritual energy that was so close, the ancestor Fentian couldn't help but curse in his heart again.

He is becoming more and more experienced in avoiding white light now, but his range of movement is getting smaller and smaller as the sword threads continue to increase, which makes him feel like a little bug entangled by a spider web, frustrated and irritable, and more vaguely uneasy.

But all this happened too quickly. It didn't take long since he was trapped until now, and it was just a hundred breaths.

"How could this happen? This kid is so evil! I have to go out as soon as possible, otherwise it will be in trouble." The ancestor Fen Tian thought to himself,

But at this moment, his face suddenly changed. He glared at Chen Feng and cursed: "You little beast, how dare you take my spiritual weapon and seek death."

At this moment, the eyes of the ancestor Fen Tian showed, as if they were actually the same, and it was obviously a real murderous intent.

It turned out that just as Chen Feng kept surrounding the ancestor of Burning Heaven with sword silk, the giant flame palm condensed by the sun's true fire was not idle, and he always wanted to grab the Burning Heaven Cauldron.

Although the ancestor Fentian was in the formation, he was still distracted from controlling the Fentian Cauldron. While dodging the giant flame palm, he activated the flames in the cauldron to completely burn the "Suhun Zhenren" to ashes.

The two sides chased and fled for a while, but just now, the ancestor Fentian was busy avoiding the attack of white light and divided the gods. As a result, the Fentian Cauldron was just a little slower and was caught by the giant flame palm.

Then the giant flame palm suddenly exerted force, dragging the Burning Sky Cauldron to Chen Feng's side so that he could put it into the storage bag.

Chen Feng used this method to snatch Gong Yunhui's flying sword, and the sword is still thrown in the storage bag, and now it is just a re-using technique.

At that time, Gong Yunhui lost the flying sword and was so angry that she was furious. This Burning Heaven Cauldron was even more important to the ancestor of Burning Heaven. It was a natal spiritual weapon that was connected to life. Of course, she would be even more angry when she saw Chen Feng taking it away.

For the ancestor of Fentian, if he cannot take over Chen Feng at the moment, he will be a little regretful that he cannot get the most perfect body. However, if the Burning Heaven Cauldron is gone, his path to cultivation will collapse most of the time, and the consequences can be imagined. Therefore, he made a decision in an instant, rather than killing Chen Feng than this body, he would not lose the Burning Heaven Cauldron.

After making such a decision, the ancestor Fentian immediately made the simplest and most rude counterattack.

Before the angry curses fell, the ancestor Burning Tian, ​​who had just avoided a white light, stepped forward and attacked the sword thread in front of him with a loud bang.

After these sword threads became dense and tough, it was difficult for his sword light to easily cut it off, but there was no problem shaking it away with his imperial power.

The ancestor Fen Tian took advantage of the sword threads to scatter and took out his sword again. With a loud bang bang, he rushed towards the right direction, and the speed was far faster than before.

At the same time, the Burning Sky Cauldron, which was grabbed by the giant flame palm, also surged. After a sudden sway, it hit the giant flame palm.

Whether it is the secular cauldron or the cauldron used by practitioners to refine alchemy, most of them are quite heavy. The same is true for the Burning Cauldron. Under the full force of the ancestor Fen Tian, ​​the power of the collision was enough to collapse a hill four or five hundred meters high.

It sounds a bit exaggerated, but it is the truth. If it does not have such powerful power, how can it be called a spiritual weapon? How could it be regarded as a life-long spiritual weapon by the ancestor Burning Heaven?

Although the power of the giant flame palm is quite large, it is enough to grasp a 50-ton heavy object, it is still unbearable to face the full force of the Burning Heaven Cauldron.

"Bang." With the loud noise of the sky, the giant flame palm shook violently, and more than ten cracks were cracked on the palm and back of the palm. Even two fingers broke in an instant, almost causing the tripod to be held in the palm to escape.

Fortunately, Chen Feng's reaction was really slow, and the giant flame palm was not a flesh palm. Therefore, even if the damage was not light, he would not let go because of the pain. The true sun fire that enveloped it swept through it, and all the cracks disappeared, and even the broken fingers returned to normal.

However, the sudden impact on Chen Feng was really a big impact. The true energy in his body was consumed almost 30% in an instant.

This is the biggest disadvantage of the weak and the strong when fighting. Whether it is spells or their own true energy, they must be inferior to the other party. The consumption they bear during battles is greater than when fighting with the same level, and it will not last long.

Fortunately, Chen Feng still has a lot of life energy available, otherwise he wouldn't have to fight anymore, so it would be better to escape as soon as possible.

After suffering a small loss, Chen Feng realized that his idea of ​​seizing the Burning Heaven Cauldron was a bit inappropriate, so he changed his mind immediately. In addition to constantly sending his true energy into the giant flame palm to make it more solid to fight the impact of the Burning Heaven Cauldron, he also activated the sun fire to burn the Burning Heaven Cauldron.
Chapter completed!