At the same time, the entire screen became transparent, and finally completely blurred, directly turning into a layer of light curtain, covering Yang Feng.

The starry sky fell on it, making the entire light curtain undulating like the sea surface. Yang Feng was protected, and the pressure on his whole body was slightly relaxed, becoming less unbearable.

Yang Feng slowly let out a breath, pinched a magic trick in his hand, closed his eyes, and began to absorb the power of the stars wholeheartedly.

...

Time passes, and time passes.

Yang Feng mobilized the starry light from the starry sky at night, and used star stones as resources during the day, practicing the Great Zhoutian exercises day and night, day after day, never interrupted.

In the first few years, Yang Feng would restore a Taoist pattern every year, and then interrupt his cultivation. He went to the garden to try to crack the runes on the stone platform, but he got nothing.

After that, Yang Feng knew that the underworld outside should have been closed long ago, and there was no change in the secret realm here. Instead, he calmed down and practiced with all his strength. Not long after, he condensed the 19th trick.

Then, although the practice of the Great Zhoutian martial arts was not smooth, it did not cause much trouble again.

Yang Feng himself was also immersed in it and slowly forgot the passage of time.

...

In a blink of an eye, it was five hundred years later.

On this night, more than a hundred star glowing pillars fell from the sky, emitting a sharp light, illuminating the entire ruined city as if it were during the day.

Yang Feng sat cross-legged in the middle of the square, covered by white light columns, his whole body was extremely transparent, and it looked as if it was carved from jade, crystal clear and without any flaws.

Yang Feng's long black hair was scattered behind him, but now it has become a long silver hair that is crystal clear.

At the waist position behind Yang Feng, a trace of starlight condensed, and a dazzling blue light appeared, and a brand new trick was opened up.

At this point, all thirty-six tricks were condensed, and the Great Zhoutian technique has finally been practiced to the realm of great success.

There was a crisp sound, and the black screen that had been covering Yang Feng's head suddenly shattered, and the starlight gathered slowly dissipated, and finally turned into a layer of hazy light, dissipating.

The entire ruined city shines dimly and returns to its original state.

Yang Feng's eyes slowly opened, stood up from the ground, and a layer of light film was covered with his body, becoming thicker and thicker.

Yang Feng raised his hand and clenched his fists. He could hear a slight sound, which condensed the light in his palm, as if it was filled with a strange force.

Yang Feng knew that this was the reason why the trick had just been formed and the power of the stars in his body had not stabilized, and it would soon return to its original state.

Yang Feng sighed and murmured to himself: "Although I had expected it before, I knew that this time I would have taken a lot of time to practice, but I didn't expect it to take so long..."

After saying this, Yang Feng raised his head and looked at the deep sky, then raised his punch and slammed into the air.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, a powerful force roared out, forming a white gale that could be seen by the naked eye, and rushed directly over.

There were waves of roaring sounds in the void, as if the night was about to be cracked open by this energy. An empty area of ​​fists seemed to be formed in the void, and the airflow around it was poured in, and the whistling sound was loud.

After the white wind flew out hundreds of feet, its power gradually weakened and finally slowly dissipated.

Yang Feng looked up at the shaking void, with a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes, and slowly withdrew his palm.

He did not use all his strength just now, but judging from the power of Qi, he was no less than his previous intensive attack when he practiced half of the Great Zhoutian technique.

According to his estimate, if he had to smash the stone platform with all his might at this time, he might not have to advance to the Golden Immortal level and defeat it. However, by then, the entire small secret realm would probably collapse.

Yang Feng stopped the magic trick in his hand, and the blue light on his body dissipated, and the true film on his body disappeared.

Now, his cultivation level has reached the peak of the true immortal, and only 36 immortal orifices have not been opened until he has achieved the body of the Golden Immortal.

However, since the Xuanjiao has cultivated thirty-six, it is naturally not difficult to condense the last immortal orifice before becoming the Golden Immortal. The only thing that made him a little worried was that the last "其时" among the three disasters of decline.

This catastrophe is inevitable, and it is a bump that he must go through to ascend to the level of Golden Immortality. Although practicing the mysterious orifices and mastering the power of laws are beneficial to this, he has never seen it with his own eyes or experienced it with his own eyes, and he is still a little worried.

Yang Feng took a deep breath and looked up at the bright moon.

He didn't plan to continue practicing tonight. He had a light body and suddenly flew up. After a flash, he fell on the roof of a half-tower tower.

He looked up at the bright moon in the sky again, a trace of indescribable look flashed in his eyes, and then he slowly lay down on the slope of the roof, closed his eyes and rested.

Three days later, at midnight, Yang Feng's figure reappeared on Baishi Square.

At this time, his eyes were shining with divine light, extremely clear. Whether it was the immortal power in the dantian or the soul power in the sea of ​​divine consciousness, they had all adjusted to their peak state.

He first glanced around, then raised his eyes with one hand, and under his sleeves, a golden light of lightning flashed out, and a short distance from his body appeared in front of him.

"The master is so energetic. It seems that his cultivation is diligent, which is gratifying." The King of Golden Bee looked at Yang Feng, and a faint smile appeared on his face, and he said.

"It has indeed made a little progress. I have been here for hundreds of years without knowing it. I don't know what the situation outside is going on. Today I plan to try to break through to the Golden Immortal Realm to see if I have the chance to leave here earlier. Although this space is closed, there are still many difficult risks in breaking the realm. I have to worry about protecting the Dharma for me again." Yang Feng said with a smile.

"Don't worry, just break the realm." The Golden Bee nodded and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light lit up around him. As his body shook, his whole body merged into the void and disappeared.

Seeing this, Yang Feng looked slightly lowered and sat down cross-legged.

As his wrist turned, a blue light scattered in front of him, and three or four white jade porcelain bottles and an exquisite jade box appeared.

He made a move in the void of his palm, and one of the jade bottles flew down by itself. A longan-eye-sized light golden pill flew out and fell straight into his palm.

This pill is not another thing, it is the Ten Thousand Wheel Pill he had previously refined to assist the late-stage true immortal cultivators to improve their cultivation.

Yang Feng picked it up, put it into his mouth, and swallowed it.

When the pill enters the abdomen, the medicinal power immediately accumulates and transforms into a heat flow, pouring into the eight extraordinary meridians in the body. However, compared with the strong impact when taken for the first time, it has become much more relaxed.

On the one hand, this is because the pill has taken too much and has developed a certain drug resistance in its body. On the other hand, it is because after practicing the Great Zhoutian Technique to great success, its physical changes have been significantly changed, and its flesh, flesh, muscles and bones have been strengthened to a certain extent, which is far from comparable before.

Yang Feng frowned slightly, his fingers hooked one after another, and two more Ten Thousand Wheel Pills shot out, which were swallowed into his stomach in one breath.

Then, he closed his eyes, pinched the magic tricks, and started practicing silently.

As the sound of chanting the mantra sounded, a layer of soft golden light appeared from the surface of his body, wrapping up his whole body.

Time passes by bit by bit, and before you know it, more than ten years have passed.

Speaking of which, no matter whether it was the five hundred years when Yang Feng practiced the Great Zhoutian Kung Fu before, or the more than ten years now, no matter how time changes, this ruined town seems to have always maintained its original appearance, which is similar to when Yang Feng just came in.

Although it has experienced the rise and fall of the sun and the moon, and the wind and clouds have flowed, it has never seen the four seasons alternate, the plants and trees wither and flourish. Even the smooth moss that can be seen everywhere in the city has always maintained a dark green and deep color.

At the edge of the city, a three-story green bamboo attic was on the attic. A golden bee in a yellow robe stood on the eaves on the roof. Her clothes were whispered by the strong wind, but he was facing the city, completely motionless, like a statue.

"It's finally here..." At this moment, he suddenly spoke and said slowly.

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud noise came from the center of the city, and the entire ruined city shook.

I saw a golden pillar of light suddenly soaring into the sky and soaring into the sky.

Over the square, layers of clouds gathered from all directions, like horses galloping, rolling wildly.

Soon, these dark clouds turned into a vortex of dark clouds with a diameter of dozens of miles, rolling out in circles, and lightning flashed constantly, as if countless ferocious beasts were being held in it, making dull roars.

Yang Feng sat in a golden column of light, his clothes were already broken, and his strong but not exaggerated muscles seemed to be covered with a layer of gold film, and his black hair rose into the sky, making his whole body look like a Buddhist angrily Vajra.

The thirty-five immortal orifices that had been opened before were all blooming brightly at this moment. There was also a golden vortex condensed in the thirty-sixth immortal orifice in the middle of his chest. The distance was completely opened, leaving only a thread of separation.

"drink……"

At this moment, Yang Feng opened his eyes tightly, and a loud shout came from his mouth.

The vortex on his chest suddenly burst into golden light and rotated violently. Threads of spiritual energy in the surrounding heaven and earth that could be seen in the naked eye immediately rushed over and gathered towards the acupoints.

“Huhu…”

It seemed as if the whistling wind was pouring in, and the acupoint was like a vast ocean and valley, as if it could not be filled at all, and it continuously absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from all directions to consolidate itself.
Chapter completed!