"It's useless in my hands."

Lin Feng looked at Emperor Pu Nanshan with a smile and said, "Uncle Nanshan, coupled with these two heavenly arts, you must be more sure when you are going through the horrible catastrophe."

"Yes."

Huang Pu Nanshan looked at Lin Feng and said with sigh: "I can't refuse, Lin Feng, these two heavenly arts are the first-class heavenly arts in the heavens. In the past, Hongjun Tianjun and Wanxian Tianjun were strong and powerful. There is a big reason for the two heavenly arts, and it is also their capital to challenge the heavenly emperor."

"But the two heavenly skills are not complete."

Lin Feng smiled and said, "At most, he can practice to the level of a half-travel god."

"enough!"

Huang Pu Nanshan smiled and said: "The key calamity in the future is the ten thousand catastrophe."

"Huangpu Nanshan, patrol quickly!"

At this moment, a majestic voice came from the void, with a hint of reprimand.

"Yes, yes, my lord!"

Huang Pu Nanshan hurriedly responded.

Lin Feng frowned upon hearing this.

"Xiao Feng, I'm past."

Huang Pu Nanshan glanced at Lin Feng deeply.

"Uncle Nanshan, wait for my return."

Lin Feng looked at Huangpu Nanshan quietly and said, "I must live up to expectations."

"Well, take a stroll to the Mud Plow Square, there are many good things!"

Huang Pu Nanshan immediately turned around and walked towards the crowd, and disappeared quickly.

Lin Feng watched the disappearance of Huangpu Nanshan for a long time without saying a word. A generation of heavenly king-level figures, a leader of Tianzhou, could only live like this in this muddy sky.

"This is the mud plow sky."

Zi Yan looked at Lin Feng quietly.

"I know, but I feel sorry for it."

Lin Feng sighed after hearing the words: "Zi Yan, we will sign up quickly and enter the mud plow desperate situation to avoid other unexpected factors."

"Aren't you going to buy something?" Zi Yan asked in confusion.

"Not ready."

Lin Feng smiled upon hearing the words and said: "I don't lack in my body. If it is really lacking, it means I lack the essence and blood of Taoism, but is there anyone selling Taoism essence and blood here?"

He is going to cultivate ten thousand blood plants with the essence and blood of the Taoist gods.

"It's not necessarily."

Zi Yan looked at Lin Feng and said: "Well, I will take you to sign up quickly. After the registration is completed, we will look around again, and we will bump into it if we are not sure."

"Ok!"

Lin Feng nodded slightly.

Immediately the two of them shuttled through the gate of this ancient mud plough hall. This area is the mud plough square in the Huangpu Nanshan Pass. The mud plough square is extremely vast.

There are many bronze pillars above.

Under each bronze pillar, there is a strong stall.

Lin Feng roughly calculated that at least tens of thousands of people set up stalls here.

And the ones with the lowest cultivation base are the top-level main gods, most of them are half-walking gods, some of them seem more terrifying.

This shocked Lin Feng.

I also have a preliminary experience of how powerful and terrifying the strength of Mulitian is.

Of course, there is no shortage of people in these stalls who are ready to enter the mud plow desperate situation. They want to directly trade here in exchange for some things they need.

The two of them walked for more than an hour before they shuttled through the mud plough square and came to the door of the Honghuang Mu plough Palace.

The gate of the Hundred Mud Plow Hall is extremely tall.

Just like a heavenly gate into the heavens, it exudes an unparalleled aura.

The hall is empty.

There are few people. There is a stone stele standing in the central area of ​​the hall. The stele is tall and majestic, occupying a tenth of the area of ​​the hall. The hall is densely engraved with many red names. There are hundreds of millions of names, each of which is revealed Different breath.

Some names give off a frightening atmosphere.

This aura is stronger than a powerhouse at the Taoist level.

"Tianzun!"

Lin Feng was secretly shocked, he felt no less than hundreds of auras at this level, which meant that hundreds of masters of the Heavenly Sovereign level once entered the mud plow despair.

"There are too many powerful men born in Mulitian, and no less than ten Guangtianjun enters."

Zi Yan looked at Lin Feng and explained: "They all want to break into it to see what secrets are hidden inside. Of course, some people escape into it."

"Tianjun also needs to escape?"

Lin Feng was dumbfounded.

"What's so strange about this."

Zi Yan looked at Lin Feng and said: "The battle between the mud plow and the sky is as tragic, and the loser will end up miserably, even if you are Tianjun."

"That's true."

Lin Feng nodded when he heard the words: "Zi Yan, do you register directly?"

"Just draw your own name on it with blood."

Zi Yan looked at Lin Feng and explained: "You are a mansion, you can add some of your own information when you register."

Lin Feng heard the words and looked at the huge stone monument.

Countless names flashed on the stele, and three large scarlet characters were also engraved on the stele.

"Mud Plow Heaven Monument!"

Lin Feng looked at the mud plow sky monument silently.

Then he slowly stretched out his hand, his fingers stained with scarlet blood, and the blood rose from the sky and fell on the mud plough monument. It suddenly condensed into a line of words on the mud plough monument, which glowed with a faint light. Then it forms a **** golden.

Then the **** golden font gradually disappeared.

Only the words "Lin Feng" were left.

At this moment, a mysterious and mysterious feeling rushed into Lin Feng's heart, making Lin Feng slightly surprised. This feeling was inexplicable.

Then a faint light flew from the mud plow sky monument.

A black token was wrapped in this faint light, and Lin Feng's name was engraved on the token, and it slowly fell into Lin Feng's hand.

This token is the prehistoric mud plow order.

"Save the token." Zi Yan looked at Lin Feng and reminded: "Once you lose it, it will be very troublesome."

"understood."

Lin Feng heard that he was about to put away the prehistoric mud plow order.

"Let's go, we are looking for Taoist blood."

Zi Yan looked at Lin Feng and said, "At the same time, see if there are other needs."

"Wait first."

Lin Feng looked at Zi Yan and said, "I want to see the names on this." For some reason, the words of Qi Jue Tian Women appeared in his mind.

On that day, Qi Jue Tian Nu took away Dongfang Yin, and she also took away the primordial imprints of those relatives in the lower realm, and explicitly resurrected some of them in the heavens.

So he wanted to look for it here.

This is an extravagant thought, but he still wants to see more.

"Whoever you want to find, just write the person's name on it with your fingers." Zi Yan's beautiful eyes whitened and Lin Feng said, "It also has the breath of this person, otherwise there will be a lot of duplicate names."

"Really?"

Lin Feng was pleasantly surprised.

"of course it's true."

Zi Yan looked at Lin Feng and nodded.

"Good, good!"

Lin Feng hurriedly stretched out his hand when he heard the words, and touched the mud plow sky stele with his fingers, marking three words on the mud plow heaven stele.

"Lin Ting'er!"

This is his only daughter.

He will never forget the scene of everyone offering sacrifices when the Lower Realm fled for him in the past.

But when the name was written on it, there was no change in the Nili Tianbei. "It seems that you are very important to this woman, she should be the favorite of your life." Zi Yan looked at these three words and said in surprise.