Chapter 1339: Futon

The first three hundred and thirty-three chapters of the futon
How terrible is the ultimate power?
It is a scorpio.
Many martial arts, for the rest of their lives, can't take this step. Just like the difference between the power of God and the strength of Wu Zun, the ultimate power can cut off the power of the gods and make them fly away, but when they have too much power, they can suppress the of war.
Its terrible is unmeasurable!
And because they want to get more gods, they missed such an opportunity. The three souls just want to get rid of themselves. They can think of it, can the big devil can not think of it? However, he is still sitting calmly, which means that it is self-evident.
Unfortunately, they are shocking too late.
"Oh!"
The arrogant bird is horrible, grief-stricken, hate time can not be reversed, and the demon tree king and the grass king do not have the ecstasy of the previous gods, very embarrassing, at this moment they have been able to clearly understand that the big demon body The power of God, like the sorrow of the ocean, is indeed the same as the pressure, making them tremble.
This is caused by extreme power.
"The Big Devil, you are this pit!"
The bird face of the arrogant bird is convulsed, hate the channel. "Why did you not remind us when we left?"
"Do you not think that the gods are more serious? In the past month, I am afraid that I have gotten a lot?" Ling Feng grinned.
"This is not the point!"
Tsundere bird gnashed his teeth and said with anger. "I know that you have caught the Holy Spirit. When the flowers bloom, at least three exotic flowers are mys."
"Okay."
Ling Feng said quite neatly.
"Really?" A proud bird stunned and looked at the Big Devil in amazement.
"It doesn't matter."
Ling Feng said: "Like this sacred spirit, the flower is at least ten years later."
"thump!"
The fire of hope that the three souls rose up was instantly extinguished. After ten years, they all entered the true state of God. At that time, is this pollen still so big for them? And this is only the prediction of the Big Devil. According to their speculation, the Holy Spirit is too overbearing, which means that time may be longer.
They stumbled into the sky, and the sadness and destiny!
......
The next few days.
Ling Feng wanders in the sacred land, detaining all the holy and the yin and the power of the sacred to the spirited beads, so that the sacred spirit can get more resources, which can promote its earlier bloom.
Three days later.
The fairy spirit flew out, and was angry with the great demon king, but still said truthfully: "The divine spirit is a broken branch in this life flower, standing between two kinds of singularity, and then growing to this step, the real life is different. Ordinary, shocking heavenly characters, it is far from this ability, and its flowers are different."
"The real flower of this life, it may be in full bloom in 10,000 years, or it may only bloom once in this life, and it is far more horrible because of God's ability than the present flower. Therefore, as long as God can be full, it can be spent all over the world without being affected too much.

"Of course, its pollen can, naturally, cannot be compared with the real life!"
"Flower in this life."
Ling Feng stunned, and the heart picked up the waves. This is a strange thing in the legend of Heaven. When the flowers bloom, the gods and the gods smell their tastes. If they can get their pollen, they can be enlightened and opened up. A different world.
This is this life!
From the mouth of Xianling, he knows more things. The flowers of this life, which are grown in this life, bloom in a few years, and may bloom in a dozen years. Because of different gods, different kili, natural flowers The opening time is also different.
But what is certain is that the Holy Spirit is only aimed at the Valkyrie and the true God. It also has a miraculous effect on the spirit of the Faerie. Once it enters the Divine Reality, and even the Heavenly Way, it is just a strange flower.
"There are flowers in the world, can you have flowers in the afterlife?" Ling Feng asked strangely.
"Have!"
Xianling gave a positive answer, saying: "In the past, in this life, in the afterlife, the three most amazing flowers in this world, if you can be one, you can hope to do the best. From ancient times to the present, these three kinds of flowers have never been It has appeared at the same time."
"Of course, it may have already been defeated in the years."
"Try to communicate with the Holy Spirit as much as possible. When necessary, I will move it to the ancient Wuta and let it bloom in the triple door." Ling Feng said, he hopes that when he walks out of the realm, Let the whole Dantian go to the extreme.
Xianling’s forehead, this is what she meant.
......
The sacred land is vast, and compared to Lingshan, it is simply a giant.
But for the Big Devil, it is still too small. If it can be doubled, the Kelly here will satisfy him.
The fourth day.
He led the proud birds and the three souls to the back mountain. This is the holy place of the ancient forces. There are many secrets buried in it, but at this moment it is completely empty. The old trees have been defeated, and the fallen leaves are also integrated into the soil.
On a cliff in Houshan, only one old temple has been worn out, and it has been ruined. The doors and windows have been covered with a layer of ash, and many places have been damaged. Even the plaques on it have been broken, and the writing is ambiguous.
The old temple is too ordinary, and there is only one futon.
The futons were not enshrined in ancient times, but also the strong characters in the heavens and the earth, but a large hole that was broken. The hole is in the sky, and it is expected to be full of stars. It can be seen that the sun is falling and falling, and it seems that there is an ancient and modern desolation.
"This is an old temple of the gods, once dedicated to an amazing figure." said the proud bird.
"Unfortunately, it was wiped out in the years." Ling Feng was very embarrassed.
They stopped here and looked for a moment, just waiting to leave.
suddenly.
Ling Feng’s eyes sank, and he couldn’t help but stop. He looked at the underground futon. It was gray and fluttering. There was no singularity, like a weaving of grass and wood. It was just that it was strange.
"This futon has problems!"
"indeed!"
The proud bird also immediately found the problem, and looked ecstatic. He said: "The old temples of the gods have been ruined. Only this futon is complete. This is certainly not simple."
The Great Devil came forward and tried to move the futon, but the futon was indestructible and heavy, and it was difficult to force the Big Devil to force it. What is even more terrifying is that when he sacrificed God, he was shocked.
To know.
At this time, there are four extreme lightnings in his body, plus the real fire in the wilderness and space, which can make God send out the gods and rainbows, but on the futons, it is as light as cotton, without any force.

Unfathomable!

"It is impossible to move!"
The big demon eyes were sharp and stared at the futons, while the proud birds flew over them, trying to excavate from the middle and open the futon.
however.
Just as it was going to move its claws, a strange force bound it on the futon, and the whole site sat down, solemn and solemn, with a fascinating aura on the top of the head and behind it.
Time and space solidify, only a thin aura is flowing.
For three whole hours, the proud bird just woke up from the entrance and was pushed out by the strange power.
"what's going on?"
The Big Devil and the two creatures immediately went forward to ask, and the proud birds were indifferent, Nunu said. "There is a boulevard on the futon, which seems to be related to the ancient forces."
It is not willing to say more, which makes the Big Devil and the two creatures more curious.
next moment.
The king of the grass also flew on the futon, and sat down on this plate. At two hours, it was pushed out by the force of a sea of ​​mountains. At this time, its branches were lush and green, and the grass was even more uplifted. A fascinating light, covering it all over it.
"I come!"
The demon tree king could not sit still, and immediately flew in and sat in it.
Sitting for more than two hours.
And when it comes out, it is the same as the king of the grass, the tree is luxuriant, the scars corroded by the poisonous venom, are also erased, rejuvenated, and can clearly feel the blood in the tree, it seems Opened up a martial art.
"So amazing?"
Ling Feng was very astonished. This futon seemed to incorporate some of the original works of the ancient forces. It was blending with the three souls, and in a short time, it was a thousand miles away.
It is highly probable that this futon is the greatest secret of the sacred land, and the sacred spirit was born only in later generations.
In this way, Ling Feng also jumped into the futon.
"boom!"
In time, nine days of thunder, the horror of the atmosphere, drowned him in the same tide, and in nine days, there seems to be a real dragon soaring, flying phoenix, and many creatures appear, are top beasts.
They are lifelike, as if they were real, even the scales are clearly presented in front of the big devil, and the color of the vicissitudes is reflecting the heavens and the earth.
and.
This kind of momentum is getting worse and stronger. The beast is just the beginning, and with the emergence of a magical thing, it is the big demon blasting the aura. Finally, I know what it is. It is not a real beast, nor a real one. Spirituality, but an manifestation of an ancient handwriting.
When the last day became apparent, it was confirmed by Ling Feng’s conjecture, five kinds of beasts, three kinds of spirits, and finally a day, which coincides with the gods, which are the nine ancient Handwriting.
Like the Buddha's nine-character mantra, the birth of the magic of heaven and earth, the constant deduction of the head of the big demon, the mysterious and unpredictable, seems to have thousands of kinds of shocks, but Ling Feng is even one can not understand.
Five hours.
When Lingfeng eyes bleed, his body was stunned, and his power was broken, the old handwriting suddenly slammed into a fortune, then flew into the forehead of the Great Devil, piercing the flesh and blood, branding it.
Straight into the sea!
The ancient handwriting that could not be imprinted at the moment is finally in his heart, and it will never be indelible. They are self-contained, not in the body, not in the blood, like a cloud of clouds, lingering.
But it seems to blend with the gods, so that Ling Feng has a wonderful inspiration, it seems that only the true meaning of the ancient words can be unleashed to promote the gods.
"The gods are the gods of this ancient power, or the gods who are enshrined in the characters?" Ling Feng fell into meditation, and could not extricate himself for a long time. The once glorious world was annihilated, and the ancient forces of the world could not collapse.
It is only a small force before the ancients, but the real peak forces have been annihilated. What happened in the end?