637: C637 Ethereal Supreme Lord

C637 Ethereal Supreme Lord

Ethereal Palm Master waved his slender hand and said, "It's fine. You can leave now."

"Yes!" The two of them answered in unison. They disappeared into thin air as if they had never appeared before.

Ethereal Supremacy slowly stood up. Her long white dress dragged the ground, revealing her impressive figure.

"Back then, I asked Earth Fiend Celestial Lord to lead the other thirty-seven Celestial Lords to clear the Black Dragon Clan and use the hundred and eight Dragon Killing Needles I personally refined to suppress Black Dragon King and Tu Jie, then threw them to a lower realm at the bottom. Logically speaking, no one in the lower realm could break through the Dragon Killing Spikes. " Could it be that I was wrong? "

"But the Earth Fiend died thirty thousand years ago, so I don't know exactly where to suppress Tu Jie. It really is a headache. Forget it, five hundred thousand years have already passed. Even if Tu Jie persisted, his lifespan would still be limited. Humph! It's a good thing for him! With his current ability, he won't be able to return to Immortal Realm!"

The Ethereal Dao Master came to the outside of the Spirit Despair Hall and looked at the Misty Peak that was covered by immortal clouds. He let out a long sigh and walked towards the back of the mountain.

The back of the mountain was cold and damp. It was the prison where the prisoners of the Misty Immortal Palace were imprisoned. Some of the important disciples had made mistakes and were imprisoned here, suffering.

The Ethereal Palace Master had just arrived in front of the prison cell when immortal energy fluctuated in front of the cell door. An old man with one eye appeared and bowed deeply to her. "Greetings, Palace Master!"

"No need for formalities! This sovereign wishes to visit Red Shirt!"

"Yes!" The old man stood up and waved his hand at the cell door. A blinding light flew out from the token in his palm. The cell door creaked open and Ethereal Supremacy walked in.

She'd always entered deep into the depths of the cell, and a rotten and unpleasant smell suffused the cell, causing her to be unable to help but be absent-minded. The last time she'd come here was before she entered closed door cultivation, and she hadn't been here for over a hundred thousand years.

Opposite Ethereal Supremacy was a cell formed by a dark fence. The ground was covered with some weeds, and some had already rotted due to the moisture. Lying on a pile of grass was a person whose face couldn't be seen.

This person had his back facing the Ethereal Dao Sovereign, and his curves were exquisite. It could be seen that he was a woman. However, this woman was covered in dirt. Her clothes were torn and tattered, revealing patches of dirty skin. Some of her skin had already festered, and it gave off a foul stench. However, she seemed to be fine as she fell asleep.

As he stared at the woman in the cell, Ethereal Supremacy's eyes turned red.

"Red Shirt, why are you doing this?" Ethereal Supremacy said in a low voice. "Why did you recognize him? As long as you are willing, more than half of the geniuses of Immortal Realm are for you to choose, but you chose that bastard. Where will I put my face?"

As if hearing the words of Ethereal Supreme Lord, the red robe in the cell moved. It turned around, revealing a face covered in scars. What kind of face was that? There were more than a hundred centipede-like scars on it. They crisscrossed and covered the entire face, including the neck.

The muscles of the wounds turned over and there were no rules to speak of. Even the lips were cut open, and half of the nose was cut off. If he had not deliberately avoided his eyes, he was afraid that his eyes would have gone blind.

"What is it? Does the Great Honored Warrior have time to visit my daughter who has committed a grave crime today?" Red Shirt's hoarse voice rang out. Who could believe that such a slovenly and ugly sinner was actually the daughter of the noble Ethereal Supreme Lord?

"Red Shirt, mother misses you all the time. As long as you admit your mistake and sever ties with him, mother will let you return to that beautiful, beautiful, and kind Red Shirt!"

"Return to the past? Hahaha, Lord Divine Lord, ever since you sent people to kill him, Xiao Hongyi is already dead. She's already dead! " Xiao Hongyi roared as two streams of tears flowed down her face, causing her ugly face to become even more ferocious. "She's dead. How can she return to the past?"

"Xiao Hongyi is combing up her makeup and looking forward to the return of her husband! Who would have thought that all of a sudden, it would be like a nightmare. Her liver is broken and her red clothes are broken. Life and death are boundless!" Xiao Hongyi's dirty fingers in the depths of his hair were twisting and singing softly. His singing was miserable, and those who heard it would be sad.

The Ethereal Supremacy could not hold it in any longer. He took a step forward and grabbed the bars of the cell. He said, "Hongyi, he... he didn't die. ..." "

...

Twenty years, a full twenty years. Feng Yimo used twenty years to seal the entire canyon. The water of Sea of Death became clear and transparent. Without the death Qi, the creatures in the sea multiplied rapidly and became prosperous.

The Black Newt King and Silver Dragon Snake King wanted to thank Feng Yimo, but they didn't see Feng Yimo at all. It was as if Feng Yimo had never appeared in the Dead Sea.

So, where did Feng Yimo go?

After completing the last spiritual seal and sealing the rift, he left Sea of Death and came to Yunwu Mountain to pay his respects to Freelancer Qingjing. He told her that he had completed her last wish, and then he went to the Purple Bamboo Forest to cultivate in seclusion.

Twenty years had been wasted. Although he had advanced to the Third Level of Soul Formation, he still disliked the slow growth. He wanted to ascend or enter the Spiritual Realm in some way. Without the cultivation of the late stage of the Soul Formation Stage, he would never be able to do so.

Therefore, the most important thing for Feng Yimo right now was to cultivate crazily and increase his cultivation base.

In front of the thatched cottage in the purple bamboo forest, Feng Yimo placed a spirit formation level medicinal Spirit Gathering Formation. It was made up of a hundred thousand high grade spirit stones. All the spirit energy within a radius of a thousand miles surged into this place, causing the dense spirit energy to turn into strands of white ribbons that coiled around the medicinal Spirit Gathering Formation.

Feng Yimo let out a light cry, circulated the Yin-yang Spell and the devouring power, and began to cultivate crazily.1

...

Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, a hundred years had passed. The violet bamboo in the violet bamboo forest had grown much taller, and it was like a towering tree. The tens of millions of high-grade spirit stones in Feng Yimo's Sumeru Bracelet had been completely exhausted, and there were only three pieces of green jade left. His cultivation base had finally stopped at the Tenth Level of Soul Formation, and he had advanced seven levels in a hundred years. It could be said that he had reached a very fast speed, but Feng Yimo was still not satisfied with it. Because he had consumed too many spirit stones, there were still more than twenty green jade stones that contained tremendous energy. He had thought that he could enter the 13th level of the Soul Formation Stage, but who would have thought that he would only reach the 10th level of the Soul Formation Stage.

During these hundred years, he had not been diligently cultivating. Instead, he had been interspersing with the study of spirit arrays and spirit seals. Originally, it would take half an incense stick of time to set up a hundred feet long spirit seal. Now, he only needed a hundred breaths of time, and his speed had already increased several times over!

Perhaps it was because he had entered the Deification Period realm that his comprehension ability had greatly increased. Originally, he wasn't very clear about what was going on, but as he thought about it, he understood everything.

Moreover, Feng Yimo had also taken a certain amount of time to gain a deeper understanding of the words on the five medicinal Void Extinction Halls at the back of Void Extinction Hall, and his understanding of Space Theory had improved a step further.

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