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Crack...

The Golden Thunder was shining brightly. Ning Wufeng watched as Lan Zhang's tentacles were grabbed towards him and then chopped off by the Golden Thunder.

At the same time, the Golden Thunder also rushed towards him.

He struggled to turn the blue stone's Blood Stele and carried it above his head. The Golden Thunder continued to shine as it submerged into the blue stone's Blood Stele.

The blood monument was like a sponge, impolitely absorbing the Golden Thunder.

Ning Wufeng was shocked, he never thought that this normal blue stone Blood Monument would actually have such abilities. No matter how strong the demon's body was, it had to block the Golden Thunder. And the Blood Monument was actually able to devour Golden Thunder.

He turned his head to look behind him. The reinforcements from the Dragon Palace had arrived. The Sixth Dragon Prince glared at him menacingly, the four cultivators' faces were filled with embarrassment and annoyance.

However, no one dared to take even half a step into this forbidden area.

"This bunch of idiots, with a treasure like the blue stone Blood Stele, they wasted it just like that." Ning Wufeng curled his lips.

After all, the blue stone Blood Stele was a symbol of the forbidden grounds to the people of the Dragon Palace. Who would dare to unrestrainedly pluck the Blood Stele like he did, treating it as a weapon?

With the blue stone Blood Stele, even if the reinforcements from the Dragon Palace were to arrive, Ning Wufeng couldn't do anything about it. He gritted his teeth and headed deeper into the forbidden area.

"Sixth Brother, where is that person?"

The tears on Xiao Jiu's face had not dried yet. He looked behind Sixth Dragon Prince, hoping to see Ning Wufeng's figure.

Behind her, on top of the carriage stood a tall yellow-clothed youth with slanted eyebrows and shining eyes. Calm and collected. With a wave of his hand, he gave off the aura of a superior.

"Greetings, Third Prince."

The Four Great Spirit Soul Stage cultivator s knelt down together, and the group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals knelt down as well.

Sixth Dragon Prince's face was extremely ugly, but he still lowered his head in front of the person who came, "Greetings third brother."

Third Prince Dragon, the leader of the Dragon Palace, the Dragon King who was in closed-door training, the ruler of the Third Prince, and all sorts of matters related to the Dragon Palace were handled neatly by him.

There were even rumors circulating in the Dragon Palace. In time, Third Prince would soar into the sky and unite the four seas.

"Sixth Brother, I'm talking to you." Xiao Jiu was getting a little impatient, his voice sounded like he was crying. It wasn't easy for her to find someone who had a good time and was gone just like that.

Third Prince looked at the audience with his golden eyes, and laughed: "What? Did thieves enter the Dragon Palace? "

The surroundings were in a mess, many of the shrimp soldiers and crab generals still had wounds on their bodies, and even Sixth Dragon Prince had injuries on his body. The aura of the Dragon Turtle and the other Spirit Soul Stage cultivator fluctuated intensely. Obviously, they had just experienced a battle.

"Third brother, it's a youth that barged into the Dragon Palace." "He stole a short flute from our Dragon Palace. Sixth Brother and everyone is looking into it."

"Young man?" His whole body was emitting an imposing manner that did not get angry, and even the pause in his tone made the normally unruly Sixth Dragon Prince's heart sink.

"What kind of strength? Is it worth it for you all to gather so many people? "

"Strength?" Sixth Dragon Prince's face suddenly turned ugly. Dragon Turtle and the others revealed looks of shame.

"Speak." Third Prince Dragon's voice was light, but it emitted an irrefutable resolve.

"Acupoint Opening Stage."

"Such a promising future." His voice was neither salt nor light, his faint golden eyes swept across the Dragon Turtle and the other three, "Is a Acupoint Opening Stage cultivator worth the four Dragon Palace's humongous subjects taking action?"

"I wonder where he is now?" I'm interested in seeing him. "

Even the Dragon Third Prince did not expect it to be a cultivator from Acupoint Opening Stage that caused such a ruckus in the Dragon Palace.

"Enter ?" "He went in." Sixth Dragon Prince mumbled as he pointed to the forbidden grounds of the Dragon Palace behind him.

"He went in?" Dragon Third Prince looked towards the pitch-black forbidden grounds. There was not a single ripple from that place, and his pupils couldn't help but constrict.

Within the forbidden area.

The Golden Thunder flowed and fell. Every single wisp of land was taken care of by the Golden Thunder.

Even cultivators of the Spirit Soul Stage found it difficult to resist the Golden Thunder, let alone Ning Wufeng.

He carefully hid under the blue stone Blood Stele. His line of sight was severely obstructed, and even his consciousness was greatly suppressed.

More importantly, Ning Wufeng had exhausted a lot of his energy previously, so he no longer had the energy to mobilize his primordial spirit.

Crack * There was the sound of bones breaking.

Not long after he stepped into the forbidden grounds, Ning Wufeng realized that it was made of bones. Endless white bones as far as the eye could see, he didn't know what sort of earth-shattering changes had occurred here.

However, these bones had been preserved in the Golden Thunder for such a long time. It could be seen how powerful these bones were when they were alive.

Ning Wufeng walked slowly, aimlessly. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.

He struggled to pick up a long bone and propped up the blue stone's Blood Stele, squeezing out a triangular space.

Bang! Ning Wufeng fell onto the ground.

Outside, Golden Thunder s were weaving and landing on the white bones with crackling sounds. There was no sign of life in the world.

Ning Wufeng fell into a deep sleep.

What Ning Wufeng did not expect was that in the forbidden grounds where Golden Thunder interweaved, a red-haired old man walked over. He had a golden robe and red hair, and his face was as haggard as dead wood.

Countless Golden Thunder interweaved and landed on his body, causing his clothes and hair to become even more messy. However, the Golden Thunder did not harm him at all.

Even the demons of the Spirit Soul Stage were unable to block one of the Golden Thunder, and it fell like rain on the old man's body. He was completely fine.

If Ning Wufeng was awake and saw this scene, the blue stone Blood Stele he was lifting would definitely fall and smash into his feet.

Such strength!

The old man looked confused as he slowly walked over. Looking at the unconscious Ning Wufeng, he was expressionless.

However, when he saw the blue stone Blood Monument, and the bloody words written on it, a flash of light flashed past his eyes that were filled with confusion, and then dimmed down.

The red-haired old man expressionlessly leaned against the blue stone behind the Blood Monument.

After an unknown amount of time, Ning Wufeng slowly opened his eyes. The Golden Thunder weaved. He took a deep breath.

Fortunately, as the Golden Thunder interweaved, the world was filled with the rich golden Spiritual Energy. This could not be considered bad.

Ning Wufeng sat cross legged, his Nine Spiritual Pulse surging, dense golden spirit energy continuously entering his body. The four spirit cavities glowed with a brilliant light.

"Gold Origin True Mind ? Soul Condensing Shot."

He, the Golden Primordial Spirit, was also sitting straight as he quickly refined the gold spirit energy. Gold Origin True Mind kept appearing in his mind.

The entire process of the Soul Condensing Shot once again surfaced in Ning Wufeng's mind.

An overflowing golden aura filled the air as a beam of golden light pierced through the skies. Ning Wufeng then combined his combat experience from today and continued to refine this spear.

The spear intent became sharper, and the Golden Primordial Spirit also began to exude a sharp aura.

"What is the true meaning of origin?"

An ethereal voice suddenly resounded from the sky.

"True intent of the Origin?" Ning Wufeng had entered into a profound state, after hearing these words, he was suddenly stunned, and then muttered:

"True intent source energy." The true meaning was the appearance of all living things in the world. The use of the Spirit Spell was a simulation of all sorts of images. The swift sword ray was like the speed of light; the thick hammer technique was like the power of a mountain. The elegant movement technique was like an autumn leaf. And the true meaning of the Origin Energy is the driving force behind these layers of appearance. "

"Thrust?" The ethereal figure muttered in a low voice, as if someone was mumbling in a hollow valley.

"Then what is Gold Origin True Mind s?"

"Gold Origin True Mind, the origin of metal. The sharpness of the spear, the speed, and the thickness of the spear were all manifestations of a Gold Origin True Mind. The place where the golden spirit energy is located is where the golden spirit energy is formed from a myriad of things that contain Gold Origin True Mind s. "

"Is that so?" The voice whispered.

"Then what is the first realm of your Gold Origin True Mind?"

"I am." The awl dropped down onto the cloth bag and, unwilling to be bound by the bag, pierced through, revealing its sharpness. It's unyielding. Even if I am suppressed and bound, I have to break through the layers of defenses and be fearless. " Ning Wufeng said clearly.

His voice was loud like a bell, and the golden spirit energy between heaven and earth seemed to be controlled by someone as it constantly rushed towards him.

"Nothing can block the will of one's heart."

Ning Wufeng also gradually understood what he was thinking and feeling through these questions. The golden spiritual energy around his body became denser and denser, and the golden light condensed from the Sea of Consciousness became even more dazzling.

Soul Condensing Shot.

There was nothing the spear could do.

This was the first realm of Gold Origin True Mind that he had comprehended.

He had not expected the forbidden area to be a paradise for him. Here, Ning Wufeng was able to comb through the previous layers of confusion and puzzlement.

His strength had improved by leaps and bounds, but that did not mean that he had lost all sense of direction.

Only by knowing the reason would one be able to go even further.

At this time, Ning Wufeng felt even more distinct, and his heart was especially grateful towards the ethereal voice. Maybe the previous Sacred Master had a spirit, and was guiding him in this forbidden ground.

Thinking of this, his heart immediately filled with confidence. He could pass through even the Dragon Palace forbidden area.

He carried the blue stone Blood Monument on his back, but he felt that the stone monument had become heavy. Moreover, the rich spiritual energy was still lingering around and was on the verge of becoming denser.

What was going on?

Ning Wufeng was alarmed, he suddenly used his strength and lifted the Blood Monument up forcefully. With a loud bang, a figure fell in front of him.

It was actually a person!

Ning Wufeng was extremely surprised in his heart. He did not think that there would be someone who would stay inside the interweaving Golden Thunder for so long.

What a strong defense.

He was inwardly alarmed. Could it be that the voice from before came from his mouth? Was the gathering of spiritual energy also due to him?

He didn't think that he would recover so quickly. He was touched by this person's brilliance. He thought that it was because of his natural talent that he had obtained the guidance of the previous saint.0

It seemed like it was all because of this old man.

Ning Wufeng hurriedly raised the blue stone Blood Monument back up. It was just that for such a small area, it was rather crowded for two people to squeeze through.

He managed to set up a lean-to. However, in the next moment, an extremely shocked fluctuation of spiritual energy came from the body of the red-haired old man.

Waves of spirit power gushed out like floodwaters, instantly pushing Ning Wufeng out.

Behind him was the interweaving Golden Thunder, touching it would result in death.

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