Qiankun Gourd

Time flies, and half a year passed in the blink of an eye. Hu Ling'er refined all the magic cores into fairy liquid.

Ye Feng was very happy after learning about this, and he opened his eyes slightly.

"True fairyland, here I come!"

Holding the small gourd in his hand, he gulped down the liquid.

After drinking the refined immortal liquid, Ye Feng closed his eyes again.

Immediately, streams of immortal energy flowed into the Dantian, and the Nascent Soul in the Dantian began to absorb the immortal energy.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light shone from Ye Feng's body, and his figure slowly floated into the air.

Then it started to spin rapidly, whoosh!

After rotating for about an hour, Ye Feng disappeared, leaving only a golden eggshell floating there.

A few days later, the eggshell cracked, and thousands of golden lights shot out, revealing Ye Feng's figure.

Ye Feng felt the powerful magic power in his body, floating in the air, and said happily:

"This is the real fairyland. I am now a first-level real fairy!"

"Congratulations, sir. Congratulations, sir, for entering the true fairyland!"

Hu Ling'er appeared in front of Ye Feng in a flash and congratulated him.

"Ling'er, if it weren't for you, I really don't know when I would be able to enter the True Fairyland!"

"Please accept Ye Feng's greeting!"

Ye Feng clasped his fists in gratitude and bowed to Hu Ling'er.

"Sir, this is unacceptable! How can I bear this!"

Hu Ling'er smiled and helped Ye Feng up.

"Although you are already a first-level True Immortal, a first-level True Immortal is also the weakest existence in the Immortal World. You must not be proud and complacent, you must continue to practice!"

Hu Ling'er reminded.

"Yes, I know!"

“I don’t know if there are more powerful evil spirits in the battlefield outside the domain. I will not go back for the time being. I will kill the real demons, real monsters, real ghosts and other evil spirits here.

Once you become a third-level True Immortal, it won’t be too late to return to the Immortal Realm.”

Ye Feng said.

For the next period of time, Ye Feng began to practice the "Divine Thunder Art", "Shenxiao Ten Thousand Thunder Sword" and "Flying Thunder God" left to him by Zhao Wanting.

Ye Feng waved his hand, and the "Divine Thunder Art" appeared before his eyes.

"Divine Thunder Art" is a set of thunder-attributed magic, with a total of nine levels, each level corresponding to a small realm in the true fairyland.

A first-level True Immortal can cultivate the first level, a second-level True Immortal can cultivate the second level, and so on.

Ye Feng is only a first-level True Immortal now, so he can only practice the first level.

The Divine Thunder Art was somewhat different from the thunder-attributed techniques and magic he had practiced before. This magic technique had particularly high requirements for the practitioner.

In addition to having a thunder attribute spiritual root, one also needs to have a wood attribute spiritual root. At the same time, one must have the foundation for practicing thunder attribute skills and immortal skills, and one must also be a virgin.

This is also the reason why Zhao Wanting chose Ye Feng as his guiding token.

There are tens of thousands of cultivators in the world, but not many meet these requirements, and even fewer are thousand-year-old turtles who are still virgins.

"Virginity!"

Ye Feng smiled bitterly, as if he had always been a virgin.

After letting out a joking laugh, he began to read the first level of the spell. Only after he had memorized it by heart did he put the jade slip away.

"Divine Thunder Art, use the power of the soul to draw the thunder of heaven and earth..."

Ye Feng silently recited the first level of the magic formula.

Suddenly, lightning flashed in the sky and countless lightning rays converged towards him on the ground.

Whether it was the lightning in the sky or the lightning on the ground, they all converged into his body.

After a moment, there was a sound of thunder and lightning coming from his body, and red lightning emanated from him.

After forty-nine days, Ye Feng came to a high altitude surrounded by red lightning. He pointed his hand and a red lightning shot out, attacking a huge mountain in the distance.

There was a loud rumbling sound, and the mountain was razed to the ground in an instant.

"First floor, completed!"

After completing the first level of the "Divine Thunder Art", Ye Feng began to practice the "Shenxiao Ten Thousand Thunder Sword".

The Divine Thunder Sword has a total of seven levels. True Immortals can only practice the first, second, and third levels, Heavenly Immortals can only practice the fourth, fifth, and sixth levels, and Golden Immortals can only practice the seventh level.

To practice this immortal technique, one needs the help of a flying sword.

After Ye Feng memorized the first, second, and third level spells, he waved his hand and a white light sword appeared in his hand.

"The first level, a sword thundering!"

Ye Feng silently recited the first level of the spell and began to practice, waving the white light sword in his hand.

The white light sword was instantly wrapped in red lightning, and its power was increased several times.

"Use the sword to draw the thunder!"

Ye Feng swung the white light sword, and a red lightning bolt fell from the sky and struck a mountain in the distance.

Click!

The mountain was split in half!

In this way, Ye Feng repeatedly practiced the first level of "Shenxiao Wanlei Sword" for a full half month before he mastered it.

Next, he began to practice the second level of the technique.

The white light sword in his hand flew out, and immediately it turned into a giant sword hundreds of feet long wrapped in red lightning.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three mountains not far away shattered one after another under one blow.

Another half a month passed, and after consolidating the second level of techniques, he began to practice the third level.

Ye Feng waved his hand, and the white sword in his hand spun and flew out. At the same time, he pinched his fingers and red lightning shot out from the flying sword.

Bang bang bang!

In a moment, dozens of huge holes appeared on the tall mountain in front.

After completing the first three levels of "Shenxiao Wanlei Sword", Ye Feng began to practice "Flying Thunder God".

"Flying Thunder God" is a set of flying magic that can make the movement speed reach the extreme.

There are seven levels in total. Similarly, those in the True Immortal Realm can only cultivate the first, second, and third levels, those in the Heavenly Immortal Realm can only cultivate the fourth, fifth, and sixth levels, and only those in the Golden Immortal Realm can cultivate the seventh level.

However, before reaching the third level, one can only cultivate the first level; before reaching the sixth level, one can only cultivate the second level; before reaching the ninth level, one can cultivate the third level, and so on.

After reading the relevant introduction, Ye Feng began to practice the first level of "Flying Thunder God".

He silently chanted a spell, and a red electric light flashed on his body, and his figure instantly appeared a thousand feet away.

He recited the magic formula silently again, and his body instantly returned to his original place.

After some attempts, Ye Feng discovered that the casting distance of the first level of spells was only one thousand feet, but the speed was almost equal to teleportation. However, it also consumed a lot of mana. With his current mana, he could only use it ten times a day at most.

If we had the help of the small gourd, there would probably be more.

After teleporting repeatedly, Ye Feng felt that his magic power was insufficient, and hurriedly took out a small gourd to replenish his magic power.

Ye Feng practiced here for three full years, and cultivated all the immortal methods and arts to perfection.

"Now I can finally free up my hands to continue hunting down the evil spirits here!"

"It would be best if we could encounter more high-level evil spirits in the Mahayana stage, true demons, true monsters, and true ghosts."

Ye Feng dusted himself off and stood up.

"Wang Wang!"

At this time, Wangcai flew back carrying the little monkey.

At this moment, Wangcai has entered the real fairyland and the little monkey has entered the fusion period.

"What? You found a high-level demon! It's at the level of a first-level true ghost!"