The surging green energy of Jiayimu poured into the body from outside the body, with an endless stream. The injuries caused by the previous four thunders were all repaired in a very short period of time. This seemed not to be a punishment from heaven, but a gift from heaven.

of favor.

For a moment, Feng Bingwen thought about the favor he had received not long ago. Was it because of that so-called favor that he asked Heaven to open a small back door for him when he was going through the tribulation?

He was replenished halfway through the tribulation.

But soon this beautiful idea was erased by Feng Bingwen himself, because the influx of Jiayimu Qi from outside his body still did not stop. Even though the innate ancient scriptures in Feng Bingwen's body were already operating, it still could not eliminate the turbulence.

of greenness.

Because it was not pure green energy, but was transformed by the Heavenly Punishment Thunder Tribulation. If it were ordinary green energy, it would have been transformed into a part by the fairy spiritual energy the moment it poured into Feng Bingwen's body. How could it interfere with it?

Feng Bingwen body.

"Sure enough, this catastrophe is not that easy to survive!"

Feng Bingwen muttered, he tilted his head slightly, and he could even see that the black hair hanging on his shoulders had been dyed with a layer of cyan, and his hair began to turn green.

The inner changes have begun to affect his appearance. The seemingly gentle fifth heavenly calamity actually contains fatal murderous intent. Although the calamity thunder transformed from the green energy of Jiayi Wood healed his previous injuries, it also

It brought him a crisis that was unmatched by the previous four catastrophes combined.

""Qing Emperor's Secret of Immortality"!"

Feng Bingwen sat cross-legged, and the green lightning lifted him up. In the mid-air, there were even plants and trees appearing faintly, trying to evolve a realm.

In this looming realm, the young Taoist who is doing his breathing is the most eye-catching, because the green energy that builds this realm escapes from his body.

The calamity light transformed by the sky thunder sank into his body. This thunder did not cause any direct damage to Feng Bingwen. Even his aura began to strengthen, but the aura of flesh and blood creatures began to fade away. Feng Bingwen wanted to

Turned into a green ancient tree, instead of being a human being.

"What's going on? What kind of thunder is this?"

"Why does the master seem to be getting worse and worse?"

"Look, there are leaves growing on the top of my head!"

Not far away, several of Feng Bingwen's followers looked at Feng Bingwen who was bathed in the thunder light anxiously and nervously. However, the changes that happened to the master made them unable to remain calm.

"What's wrong, I'm going to be robbed and killed!"

"No, go and ask the immortal!"

There is not a simple one who follows Feng Bingwen, and there is a prestigious clan behind him, including the most lonely and widowed Transparent Golden Ape Sun Yuansheng, who is also the demon king born and raised in the Taishang Dao Mountain Gate.

Therefore, their knowledge far exceeds that of most creatures in the world. Even if only the golden ape among them has survived the catastrophe and the rest have never seen it, they can still make judgments based on what they see in front of them.

"Which immortal should I invite?"

A Bifan hurriedly asked, following Feng Bingwen was the most nourishing period of his life since he was born. He had nothing to do and was able to concentrate on his cultivation. He could eat as much spiritual fruit and fairy delicacies as he wanted.

If something happened to Feng Bingwen, where would he go to find such a good thing? Even his original ethnic group, Tianjian Dao, Netherworld Dao, and the Blood Qin Empire did not have such a good place to go. If you want good treatment, you have to sacrifice your life

If you go and change it, even if you fight bloody battles, you may not be able to exchange it for the enjoyment you have now.

"Of course I'm going to invite my master. My master's father is Xuanqing Immortal Lord."

Jin Yuan knew all about the famous immortals of Taishang Dao, and naturally he also knew how strong his master's backstage was. It was because of this factor that he worshiped them at the beginning.

"oh oh!"

The inquiring dragon beast responded vaguely, but quickly realized what it was like.

"Then where can I hire Master's master?"

"Wait a moment!"

Han Ling of the Tianqiong tribe suddenly spoke, and she pointed at Feng Bingwen, but a new change occurred in the young Taoist.

"What's wrong?"

Many followers with extraordinary blood raised their eyes and saw an extremely horrifying scene.

"hiss!"

"It's too cruel!"

"Why is this so?"

I saw a small bloody tower leaping out from the young Taoist's Baihui point in the calamity light evolved from the immeasurable green Qi of Jiayimu.

The Taoist stabbed it away.

Blood as bright as blood jade and as thick as lead and mercury suddenly gushes out, but as soon as the wound appears, it heals quickly under the vitality transformed by the green energy of the wood.

And the blood that flowed out was not wasted at all. It flowed backwards towards the small tower with many cracks emerging, and blended into it, making this broken fairy treasure shine even more brightly, and the fairy light circulated.

The art of blood refining!

It is usually a method of cultivating magic weapons for demons and evil spirits to pursue quick results. However, it also has its advantages. It can make the connection between monks and magic weapons closer. However, the disadvantage is that once the amount of bloodletting is not controlled well,

It will damage the foundation of the monks.

This is naturally not a problem for Feng Bingwen. If his blood volume can be truly manifested, it will always be full, and any slight loss will be made up by the calamity.

It's just that everything is too much and too little is too much. Even an immortal can only carry a limited amount of things. Once it is excessive, it will change from good to bad, from good to harm.

Normally, Feng Bingwen would never even look at this method of self-mutilation, and it was never among his options, but now he was forced to do nothing by the fifth thunderbolt.

In other words, his current method is the best solution. He only needs to endure a little bit of insignificant pain, and the benefits of the disaster will be consumed, and his foundation will not be damaged in any way.

Moreover, his immortal cultivation will be greatly advanced, and even the immortal treasure that has been in a broken state will be nourished and replenished with blood.

"Gan!"

Personally experiencing the pain of ten thousand swords piercing his body, Feng Bingwen cursed out loud. He had never suffered such a crime in his two lives, but now he was forced by the thunder and had to harm himself.

Because if he doesn't harm himself, the huge Jiayi Wood Qi will continue to accumulate in his body, which will eventually cause his Tao body to twist in an unknown direction, and eventually turn into a grotesque appearance that is indescribable and difficult to look at directly.

Feng Bingwen didn't want to become too strange, so he had no choice but to kill himself with a sword. And this was considered a small test on the road to seeking.

Compared with those monks with mediocre qualifications, Feng Bingwen's path of spiritual practice and seeking Taoism has been very smooth. The pain he suffered at this time was just pain.

Not only can you strengthen your body and temper your will, but you can also further improve your cultivation. Such a good thing is enough to make those demonic monks overjoyed. This is what they dream of.

"It's time to end it!"

However, Feng Bingwen only hoped that this kind of disaster would end soon for the demonic monks. He didn't want to suffer this crime again. No one likes pain - except for perverts, and he is not a pervert.

Rumble——

As if responding to his thoughts, the cyan lightning falling from the top of his head became thicker. Feng Bingwen snorted and did not dare to chirp any more. He knew that the will of heaven was watching him.

This calamity lasted for nearly two hours, and Feng Bingwen was forced to use the ancient sword tower to mutilate himself for nearly two hours. Feng Bingwen can be sure that the blood in his body has been changed at least three times.

, not a single drop is original.

Thanks to the tempering of the immortal weapons, Feng Bingwen's martial arts secret book "The Immortal Body of Ten Thousand Tribulations" has made great progress. Feng Bingwen estimates that he should have reached the state of being immortal for a thousand tribulations and being able to regenerate after severed limbs.

The reason for this is that Feng Bingwen couldn't bear to cut off his own arms and legs to see if his own vitality could allow him to regenerate his severed limbs. He stabbed himself with sword energy and experienced Ling Chi's pain.

Yes, there is really no need to test like this.

Boom! Boom!

At the moment when the fifth heavenly calamity just ended, Feng Bingwen stretched his body and stood up from where he was. The sound of his heartbeat was like the rumbling of war drums. Even if there was thunder roaring in the sky, it could be heard for miles around.

Still audible.

Wow~

There seemed to be the sound of a surging stream scouring the river, but when many secretly snooping creatures looked for the sound, they discovered that the sound actually came from the young man who stood under the tribulation and was the most eye-catching.

came out.

"Is Master a monk or a warrior?"

Even though Feng Bingwen didn't have the vitality rising like smoke at this moment, he couldn't hide the various strange phenomena revealed by his powerful body.

"Isn't this obvious? This master is a dual cultivator of immortality and martial arts!"

"Obviously, it's obvious, but don't you think that my master's martial arts training is a little too easy?"

"really!"

As soon as these words came out, even Sun Yuansheng, the most highly cultivated psychic golden ape, nodded in agreement heartily, not to mention the followers Feng Bingwen brought back from the human border continent where wars were the most frequent.

Although they were all born with extraordinary births, noble blood, and had unimaginable conveniences on the path of cultivation, they still felt difficulties on the way to becoming stronger. But looking at Feng Bingwen again, one can only sigh with emotion at the world.

It's unfair and heartbreaking.

Apart from anything else, just look at the thunder from the sky just now. No matter how you look at it, something is wrong. I have never heard of a monk being able to replenish and recover through a tribulation when he is going through a tribulation.

Seeing something that is unheard of and so-called seeing is simply challenging the common sense and cognition of the spiritual world.

Could it be that their master is the illegitimate son of Heaven? How come he has taken all the benefits, and even the journey through the Heavenly Tribulation is different from that of a normal monk.

No matter what thoughts these guys were running in their minds, it did not prevent Feng Bingwen from welcoming the upcoming sixth heavenly tribulation.

In fact, if an ordinary monk could survive this catastrophe, his qualifications would be quite good, and the catastrophe would have ended. However, for a monk like Feng Bingwen, the catastrophe was naturally beyond the standards.

The power of God that permeated the sea and sky became thicker and thicker. The birds and animals living on the Zhanmeng Island, including fish, shrimps, turtles and turtles, all trembled and huddled in their nests and dark corners. They did not dare to move or show any disobedience. They were just beaten by the sky.
To be continued...