The underground godly temple was dark and gloomy, full of moisture and eeriness. Even though there was a buddhist candle on top of a buddhist pagoda in the far distance, its light still couldn't dispel the darkness in this place.
No one knew why there was still a buddhist candle in this godly temple that had sunk for thousands of years. It was as if there was a lotus seat on the ground that emitted spiritual lights in all directions, leaving one footprint after another on the ground.
The shape of the lotus seat was exactly the same as the footprint!
There were two people standing on top of the lotus seat; they were Feng Feiyun and Dongfang Jingyue!
These two enemies, who were like fire and water, at this moment, were standing close to each other. Even though Feng Feiyun had just reached adulthood, his physique was not weak. His chest was wide, and he was seven feet tall. He was slightly taller than Dongfang Jingyue by half a head.
The lotus seat was truly too small. It was not enough for one person to stand on it, let alone two people at this moment. Dongfang Jingyue was standing in front of Feng Feiyun, but her posture was as if she was leaning on his chest.
Dongfang Jingyue wore a white veil and had a carefree appearance; it was as if she had already forgotten about her hatred. However, Feng Feiyun knew that if he wasn't proficient in formations and the dao of deduction, then he would have already become a ghost under her hands.
"Feng Feiyun, could it be that the children of your Feng Clan have already studied formations to the same level as you?" Dongfang Jingyue, in the end, couldn't suppress the curiosity in her heart, and she asked with a dignified expression.
Feng Feiyun first carved the corpse refining altar to suppress the three ancient monk corpses. Now, he carved the lotus seat so that he could easily travel between the Blood Sea Formation and the Bewildering Grand Formation.
Just these two methods were already unheard of. Even contemporary formation masters might not necessarily be proficient in them, but in the hands of Feng Feiyun, it was as if he had it at his fingertips.
If the children of the Feng Clan were truly this amazing, then it would be too frightening.
Dongfang Jingyue, as a noble descendant of the Yin Gou Clan, naturally had the responsibility of killing all the threatening powers for the clan. If the Feng Clan was truly this powerful, then they must be erased before they could truly rise.
With the power of the Yin Gou Clan, even if they wanted to destroy one hundred Feng Clans, it would still be as easy as flipping their palm.
With Feng Feiyun's intelligence, he immediately knew what Dongfang Jingyue was planning, so he smiled and said: "Of course not, of course not. This kind of perverted skill, unless it is a very talented person, the elders of the Feng Clan would never allow a disciple to learn it.
After all, practicing these unorthodox methods will delay cultivation! "
He continued, "It's obvious that I'm someone with great talent.
Haha! "
"So that's why your cultivation is so low. It seems like the elders of the Feng Clan were worried for a reason." Even though Jingyue was mocking Feng Feiyun, she had let down her guard a lot.
Of course, the words of Feng Feiyun couldn't be trusted nine times out of ten. Dongfang Jingyue naturally kept her guard up. Once she left the Mortal Life Cavern, she would definitely thoroughly investigate this matter in order to truly be at ease.
Feng Feiyun didn't mind her mockery at all. In the end, his cultivation time was too short, and he truly couldn't compete with her. If he had cultivated for eight or ten years, then he wouldn't be able to run away from her without even losing his shoes.
"Shh!
Do you hear something? "
Feng Feiyun listened carefully and felt something dripping next to him. He was ecstatic and directly jumped on the lotus platform. He reached out his hand and caught a drop of crystal clear dew in his palm.
This drop of dew came from an ancient tree that had been dead for thousands of years. It rolled down from the brown bark and was full of spirituality and vitality. It originally wanted to fall into the ancient well, but Feng Feiyun sensed it ahead of time and caught it.
"Such a powerful spirituality, could it be a drop of Spirit Spring Water?"
Dongfang Jingyue's heart was also very excited. She directly pointed at Feng Feiyun's wrist and forced Feng Feiyun to open his palm, then she took the drop of dew.
"It really is a drop of Spirit Spring Water."
Dongfang Jingyue acted as if there was no one else around and held the Spirit Spring Water in her palm. Inside the Spirit Spring Water, the size of a grain of rice, was the shadow of a little girl. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
Of course, this was not a real little girl; it was only the spirituality of the Spirit Spring Water.
The reason Feng Feiyun came to the Mortal Life Cavern this time was to find Spirit Spring Water to increase his cultivation. He didn't expect that when he finally got a drop of Spirit Spring Water, it would change hands.
"I can't believe that a grand character of the great Yin Gou Clan would also commit this kind of robbery."
Feng Feiyun pinched his wrist. Dongfang Jingyue, this damned grandma, was too ruthless. His wrist was pierced by her finger, leaving a bloody hole.
"Our Yin Gou Clan's ancestor really became rich from being a bandit!"
Dongfang Jingyue naturally wanted to obtain the Spirit Spring Water to break through, so she absolutely couldn't give it back to Feng Feiyun. Her starry eyes slightly lifted up and gazed at the sky, staring at the dead ancient tree. The Spirit Spring Water dripped down from this ancient tree; there was definitely something strange about it.
This ancient tree was one hundred and thirty eight zhang tall and four and a half zhang in diameter. Its surface was as dry as the yellow soil on the ground. Many parts of the trunk had been eroded by the wind, and it was riddled with holes.
The vitality of this tree had already been cut off several thousand years ago, so how did it give birth to the Spirit Spring Water?
One has to know that the Spirit Spring Water was a miraculous medicine in this world. If a mortal took one drop, they could live up to two hundred years. If a cultivator took one drop, not only would it be able to refine their body and increase their cultivation aptitude, it would also be very beneficial for breaking through to the next realm.
To be able to obtain one drop was already considered a great immortal fortune.
Feng Feiyun was also looking for clues. In the end, if he could find the gathering place of the Spirit Spring Water, then he would be rich.
Feng Feiyun's gaze finally locked onto the yellow ancient well below the ancient tree. Earlier, if Feng Feiyun didn't make a move, then this drop of Spirit Spring Water would have fallen into the ancient well. This meant that this ancient well was definitely not simple.
Originally, Feng Feiyun didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this, but after looking at the ancient well for a few more times, he felt a tightness in his chest; it was as if his internal organs were about to explode.
"Poof!"
Feng Feiyun's entire body shook. His chest was in extreme pain, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"I … I can't even look at it. What kind of secret is hidden inside this yellow ancient well?" Feng Feiyun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Not only did he not retreat, he became even more excited.
Dongfang Jingyue coldly sneered: "Foolish thing, don't you know that there are many taboos in this world? Not to mention looking, you can't even think about it."
"The more taboo a place is, the more it is worth the risk. Maybe the yellow ancient well is filled with Spirit Spring Water. If we could obtain a well full of Spirit Spring Water, then how many powerful cultivators would we be able to train?
Not to mention the Yin Gou Clan, even the entire Godly Jin Dynasty would be able to topple it! "Feng Feiyun arrogantly declared.
Dongfang Jingyue quickly pinched Feng Feiyun's neck and whispered: "You don't want your life anymore. The Jin Emperor's cultivation is profound. With one eye, he can see everything within one million miles, and with one ear, he can hear the cries of birds from one hundred thousand miles away. If your words were heard by him, not to mention you, even the nine generations of your Feng Clan would be executed."
"Cough cough!" Feng Feiyun's neck was in too much pain from being pinched by her, but he still smiled and said: "Don't worry!
Dongfang is a coward. Even though the Jin Emperor's cultivation is powerful, he definitely wouldn't be able to detect this godly temple with his divine intent. Why are you so nervous! "
Dongfang Jingyue finally let go of Feng Feiyun, and she coldly said: "Your mouth is too dirty. You better remember what I said earlier, or else you will die sooner or later.
There is a weeping aura coming out from the yellow ancient well. I don't think it is a Spirit Spring Water, it is more like a corpse well. You better not act rashly. "
Dongfang Jingyue was naturally afraid that after Feng Feiyun died in the well, no one would be able to carve the Crossing Lotus Platform, so she reminded him.
Feng Feiyun had already noticed this, and this was the reason why he didn't make a move yet. However, if he were to give up the Spirit Spring Water just because of a weeping aura, then it would be even more difficult for Feng Feiyun to do it.
At this moment, a series of heavy footsteps came from the darkness.
"Third Uncle, what the hell is this place? Out of the fifteen protectors of our Feng Clan, twelve have already died … Could it be, could it be that we will all die here?" The voice of a middle-aged man appeared.
"Shut up, as long as we don't meet those ancient monk corpses, we will definitely … leave this godly temple." An old voice angrily rebuked, but his words didn't seem to be very confident.
"But Seventh Uncle was bitten to death, and Sixth Uncle was dismembered … Feng Xiaolin was dragged into the buddhist temple, and only a pile of bones was thrown out, and …" The middle-aged man said.
The fifteen protectors of the Feng Clan chased after Du Shougao into the Mortal Life Cavern, and they also mistakenly entered this godly temple. However, their luck wasn't as good as Feng Feiyun's, and they directly entered the main entrance of the godly temple. On the spot, eight of them were dismembered by the ancient monk corpses.
The remaining seven people ran towards the inside of the godly temple, and they encountered all kinds of strange creatures. Finally, there were only three people left, and they were all heavily wounded. They were running towards the direction of Feng Feiyun's group of two.
"Third Uncle, there are people in front!" The middle-aged man excitedly exclaimed.
The three of them sped up their pace, and they were panting for breath as they ran towards Feng Feiyun's group of two. It was as if they were grasping at the last ray of hope.
Feng Feiyun's gaze fell on the body of the old man in the front, and he was slightly surprised. This old man had already taken off his heavy armor, and he was only wearing the white robe of the Feng Clan. On the white robe, there was an ancient pine tree embroidered with three black words: "Feng Zhizhi".
"Feng Zhizhi" was the name of this old man.
After seeing this name, Feng Feiyun was suddenly stunned. Wasn't his grandfather Feng Zhizhi?
Feng Feiyun naturally couldn't not recognize his own grandfather. After all, he had seen him several times when he was young. However, even though Feng Zhizhi's heavy armor was taken off, the black iron helmet on his head was still there. It covered half of his face, and if one didn't look carefully, they naturally wouldn't be able to recognize him.
Under the influence of Feng Feiyun, Feng Zhizhi had never been in such a difficult situation before. He didn't know what kind of frightening thing they had encountered.
"It is an expert from the Yin Gou Clan, we are saved this time."
The middle-aged man recognized the badge on Dongfang Jingyue's waist, and his words were full of respect.
"An expert from the Yin Gou Clan?"
Feng Zhizhi naturally knew more about the power of the Yin Gou Clan than the two juniors. In front of the Yin Gou Clan, one had to be humble; this was something that the Feng Clan Master had already told him.
This girl, to be able to wear the White Jade Yin Gou Badge, was absolutely a noble descendant of the Yin Gou Clan. One couldn't be the slightest bit negligent in terms of etiquette. If necessary, one had to kneel and kowtow; otherwise, it would be disrespectful.