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Chapter 773 Spirit King, please go to heaven to fight!
In the realm of Mahayana, every small level of advancement requires more strength than the previous realm, so many Mahayanas failed to break through until their death.

The Mahayanas of the various ethnic groups that Chen Feng visited were basically in the early stages, and their cultivation bases were far behind him.

Basically, every time a Mahayana's skill is refined, his cultivation will be able to improve further.

More than 200 years have passed, and Chen Feng has spent decades at least, and hundreds of years at most, and he has come into contact with all the Mahayanas of the Ying, Mu, and Yasha clans.

In this way, he visited all the tribes in the northwest corner of the Fengyuan Continent in turn, and with the addition of the Mahayana of the human race and the monster race, his cultivation was successfully raised to the Dzogchen level of the Mahayana period.

If it is a normal practice, even with the assistance of pills, it will take more than ten times the time.

At this point, as long as he accumulates a little more, he can trigger the catastrophe of ascension.

"I didn't expect this task to be very easy, so I can extract my skills and accumulate more energy."

Chen Feng shifted his focus from improving his cultivation to collecting energy.

In terms of cultivation base, he can't improve his cultivation like crazy for the time being, otherwise it will inevitably lead to a catastrophe. He is not from this world, so who knows what dangers he will encounter after he ascends through the catastrophe.

Therefore, what he needs is to consolidate his realm and digest all the power of refining.

It is still very valuable to convert the skills that will be drawn next into energy. He still has a Shura Demon Sword that has not been fused at this moment, which requires a lot of energy.

Glancing at the map, the race ahead is...

Eldar!

His pupils shrank, showing hesitation.

This spirit race is cultivated by all kinds of elves. There are not many in number, but their strength is very terrifying.

Especially the Spirit King among them, that is the Immortal Artifact Glare Sky Crystal Pagoda, although it is broken, it is still a terrifying existence in this spirit world.

"I won't be too scared to go over, and I don't have any malicious intentions, just be careful."

Chen Feng took a step and disappeared into the air.

He wanted to see how powerful the glare Sky Crystal Tower was, and whether it could be pulled out of the Spirit King.

In his opinion, the Spirit King is the weapon spirit of the Glare Sky Crystal Pagoda, which can be transformed into a human form, so logically it can be drawn out.

If you get the Glare Sky Crystal Tower, whether it is integrated into the Chaos God Armor or used alone, it will not be bad.

With this thought in mind, he entered the territory of the Spirit Race, and released his aura just like visiting various races before, which immediately alarmed the entire Spirit Race.

Spiritual lights flew out one after another, turning into human figures, looking at Chen Feng with vigilance and fear.

"Everyone, don't be nervous. I passed by here and heard that the noble spirit king has great powers. If you want to get to know him, please tell me."

Chen Feng was more polite, strength determines attitude, this spirit king has lived for millions of years, and his body is a fairy weapon, not to mention the body, even his cultivation is Mahayana perfection, not much worse than him.

If he was too arrogant and provoked King Ling to kill him, he would not be sure, even with the Promise Sword in his hand.

"No need, since this fellow Taoist thinks highly of this old man, naturally the old man will come out to greet him in person."

An old man with white beard and hair flew out and looked at Chen Feng quite solemnly. The cultivation of this unexpected guest made him feel a little bit of pressure.

"Fellow Daoist Lingwang, I have admired your name for a long time, I am Chen Feng, a casual cultivator who has traveled around the mainland."

Chen Feng clasped his fists, he still had to say polite words, King Ling also deserved the evaluation of having admired his name for a long time.

King Ling's face softened a little. Judging from the situation, this person didn't come to make trouble.

He took a deep look at Chen Feng: "Chen Daoyou is a human race, why do you say you are a casual cultivator?"

Slightly surprised, Chen Feng was a little surprised that this old man could see through his disguise, as expected of an existence that has lived for millions of years.

He remained calm, and said with a light smile: "Traveling outside is naturally a casual practice."

King Ling understood what Chen Feng meant, and he didn't want to cause any trouble for the human race, but he still said not very politely: "We are both races on this continent, and the relationship between my spirit race and your human race is not very good. You can ask the old man to do it." what?"

He is the Artifact Spirit of the Glare Sky Crystal Pagoda, and he is a spirit slave in the Immortal Realm. He is ordered by the Immortals of the Human Race, so his attitude towards the Human Race is not friendly.

Even to a certain extent, the two sides are in opposition. Many of their spirit races are magic weapons, and monks like the human race are the ones who drive magic weapons.

Sensing the other party's indifference, the thick-skinned Chen Feng didn't care. He still smiled and said, "I'm seeking the Tao with all my heart, and I don't care about race differences. I'm looking for a Taoist friend just to discuss the Tao, and there is no other malice."

"The old man is not interested in the Dao of your human race, fellow Daoists, please leave."

King Ling shook his head and rejected the door without hesitation.

With his cultivation and experience, he really didn't want to say anything to Chen Feng.

He has a special status, and he is destined to be impossible to ascend to the real fairy world. He can stay in this spiritual world to dominate and enjoy the status comparable to the ancestor of the fairy world, so he usually lives in seclusion and doesn't like to deal with other monks. Wind wastes time.

Being rejected for the first time, Chen Feng was a little embarrassed, this old man really didn't give face.

"Fellow Daoist, do you feel that I am not qualified enough?"

Chen Feng's face turned slightly colder.

"The old man didn't mean that, it's just that we don't agree with each other."

King Ling is not afraid of Chen Feng, his body is the Dazzling Sky Crystal Pagoda, but the existence of immortal artifacts really annoys him, even immortals can suppress them, let alone such a mahayana.

"It's not necessarily a good thing to stick to one thing." Chen Feng was not willing to be persuaded to quit with just one sentence.

"Why, Chen Daoyou still has to forcibly discuss the truth with the old man?"

King Ling's face darkened, slightly dissatisfied.

Chen Feng's momentum increased, and he took a step forward: "I came here sincerely. If you don't want to, you just need to beat me in fighting skills. You don't need to say more, and I won't bother you again. If you win half a chip , please give me another chance.”

This made King Ling's face change slightly, this person actually wants to fight with him, how brave he is.

"It seems that your Excellency is really unwilling to leave like this. Since you want to know the old man's ability, then let's fight and see what your Excellency is capable of!"

King Ling was not afraid of Chen Feng. Seeing that this man wanted to make a move, he smiled coldly, and the mana on his body fluctuated violently.

He glanced at the terrified clansman, waved his hand and said, "Let's retreat first, and when the old man is fighting with him, no one is allowed to approach."

"Spirit King, please go to heaven to fight!"

Chen Feng stretched out his hand and stepped up into the air, as if climbing up a flight of stairs, he quickly climbed ninety thousand miles and came to the depths of the void.

Seeing Chen Feng like this, the coldness in King Ling's eyes dissipated a little. It seemed that this person simply wanted to fight and had no malicious intentions, otherwise there was no need to avoid the land of the spirit clan on the ground.

"I didn't expect that there are such aggressive people among the human race."

He muttered, waved his long sleeves, and turned into a flash of spiritual light soaring into the sky.

(End of this chapter)