Feng Jueyu smiled coldly, with a sarcastic look on his face.

Although he only ascended for less than 10,000 years, there was no substantial improvement in his cultivation level, just one breakthrough.

But over the past eight thousand years, he has also found that his strength has been greatly improved, and he is no longer as ignorant as when he first arrived.

In the realm of a minor god, it can be compared to a three-turn god-man.

In such a short time, it can be considered a success.

Then, Feng Jueyu took a deep breath and quickly ran forward.

At the same time, he also looked inside his body. Good guy, all the true divine power in the nine golden bodies has been exhausted, leaving only a trace, which is distributed in the golden body to ensure that the golden body will not die.

It seems that the power of the sword that has been realized over the past thousands of years has indeed increased, and the consumption has also increased more than ten times.

Six thousand years ago, he would never have been able to perform such a terrifying move or two.

Of course, there are moral reasons for this.

The more condensed Taoism, the greater the power. At the same time, the consumption also increases simultaneously.

Therefore, if you want to have this powerful magical power for a long time, it is not enough to rely on the golden body of Qianzun Acupoints. You must improve your realm.

Only when your realm has improved, and you can use such terrifying magical sword techniques in the future, can you do whatever you want and do what you want.

No matter what, run away first.

Feng Jueyu has a habit of summarizing his own shortcomings in battle, and then remembering them. Once he is out of danger, he can go back and think about them carefully, and then he can make improvements through practice.

What he didn't know was that the sword of Nine Lotus Flowers with One Move and Two Moves made him completely famous in Jinzhou.

There were countless little gods on the street, and the gods and men retreated, no one blocked the way, but Jin Zhongjun was almost furious to death.

He had been chasing for a long time. He got the news from the front hall of Jinzhou Palace and chased to the harem garden and Qingjian Pagoda Forest, and then ran out with his men.

I chased and chased all the way, but I couldn't catch this brat.

What was especially shocking to him was that this boy actually had nearly twenty types of wind-chasing magic, and the sword technique was even more domineering, having already reached twenty types.

Could it be that he wasted all his energy on these two seemingly unsophisticated magical arts?
Chapter completed!