Holding Chaos to Suppress the Heavens

Looking at the festive scene of Jin Hongzong with lights and decorations, Feng Yu felt emotional.

Unconsciously, he had already turned seventeen years old. Entering the first level of the Spiritual Surge Realm at this age was barely his lower-middle level according to his standards.

When he was traveling around the worlds in the body of the Chaos Divine Stone, every genius would leave their mortal body and enter the realm of Taoism at the age of seventeen.

With my current level of cultivation, I am not even worthy of carrying their shoes.

I still have to work hard.

Feng Yu walked towards his own courtyard, sighing, and his eyes suddenly twitched.

He saw the figure of an "acquaintance".

Opposite Feng Yu, a middle-aged man with a pointed chin and a monkey face walked towards Feng Yu with a disciple.

The middle-aged man with a pointed chin and monkey face was Mo Yu.

At this time, Mo Yu didn't recognize Feng Yu, perhaps because Feng Yu had changed his clothes. He just kept talking to the disciples around him with a stern expression.

The disciple looked humble, and it seemed that he was Mo Yu's disciple.

This time when he met Mo Yu, with Feng Yu's cultivation level, he was no longer afraid of him doing anything behind the scenes.

When Feng Yu sees an “acquaintance” now, shouldn’t he greet him properly?

With this thought in mind, Feng Yu stopped Mo Yu and his disciples.

"What are you doing?" Mo Yu was suddenly stopped. He glared at Feng Yu with an unfriendly look on his face, thinking that some blind outer disciple was blocking his way.

But when he felt Feng Yuling's cultivation level, his attitude immediately became much more friendly.

A person at the Lingyong Realm is already an inner sect disciple of the sect, and he, an outer sect deacon, is at most slightly higher in status than him, or even on par with him.

Therefore, he would never dare to reveal his true face in front of the inner disciples.

"Deacon Mo, how are you? I haven't seen you for over a month. How come your cultivation hasn't improved at all?"

Feng Yu took off the black mask he had been wearing on his face, revealing his true face.

When Mo Yu saw Feng Yu’s true face, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and then took a few steps back in horror.

"Feng Feng Feng Feng... Yu."

Mo Yu exclaimed, his face full of shock.

The exclaiming figure attracted the attention of many disciples around.

"Feng Yu, it's Feng Yu who's back."

"Ever since his life-and-death battle with Yuan Li was exposed, he has disappeared from the Jinhong Sect. I thought he was afraid of Yuan Li and fled the sect."

Feng Yu is now also a celebrity in the entire sect. Whenever he appears, he will attract everyone's attention.

After listening to the words of the disciples around him, Feng Yu sneered secretly.

"Run? If Yuan Li meets me now, I'm afraid he won't even have time to run."

"Feng Yu, what on earth do you want to do by coming to me?"

These outer disciples had no vision, but Mo Yu did. He was the only one at the scene who discovered Feng Yu's realm. He was filled with shock and alertness.

This guy has only been in Jinhong Sect for more than a month, right? Now he has transformed into the first level of Lingyong Realm, which really shocked him.

He hasn't started his plan against Feng Yu yet. If this continues, it's hard to say who will target whom in the future.

Feng Yu said nothing, just gave Mo Yu a weird smile, and then returned to his own courtyard.

One hour after Feng Yu returned to the sect, the news that he had been promoted to the first level of Lingyong Realm spread throughout the sect.

The entire Jin Hong Sect was shocked on the spot. Every time Feng Yu’s news came out, it would bring them a huge shock, and this time was no exception.

Including the Chinese New Year, Feng Yu has just turned seventeen. Such a record is actually the same as Yuan Li.

But everyone did not forget that Feng Yu had defeated Shi Wujing, who was at the Spiritual Surge Realm, when he was at the seventh level of the Spiritual Vein Realm, and now he was at the first level of the Spiritual Surge Realm.

They dared not imagine how powerful Feng Yu was.

As the sect was in an uproar, night fell.

It was the beginning of the year and the weather was cold. The entire Jinhong Sect was filled with gusts of north wind, accompanied by a group of crows complaining in pain.

Feng Yu was carefully comprehending the Jin Yan Sword Canon in the courtyard, his brows sometimes furrowed and then relaxed.

The difficulty of comprehending this Jin Yan Sword Canon was far beyond Feng Yu's imagination.

Suddenly, Feng Yu woke up from his state of perception.

Bang.

The next moment, a big hole quickly appeared on the roof of Feng Yu's room, and rubble and dust stained Feng Yu's eyes.

A long sword came whistling along with the north wind, pointing directly at Feng Yu's neck without mercy.

Behind his sword, a man in black clothes appeared and cast golden palm prints towards Feng Yu, with golden light flashing.

"presumptuous."

The Golden Dragon Sword was unsheathed in an instant, and came in front of Feng Yu by itself, emitting a dragon roar, and directly shattered the sword.

Feng Yu jumped up from the bed, releasing the aura of the Spiritual Surge Realm, and grasped the Golden Dragon Sword.

A golden crescent shot out from the Golden Dragon Sword and collided with the golden palm print, tearing Feng Yu's room apart.

boom.

The north wind was howling as the two men fought in the courtyard. Their palm prints met and they were both pushed back.

The man in black obviously didn't expect Feng Yu's fighting ability to be so strong. Even after he took the initiative through a sneak attack, Feng Yu was able to fight him to a draw.

He is at the peak of the sixth level of the Spirit Surge Realm.

After failing to hit the target in his first strike, the man in black knew that he couldn't stay here for long, so he used his skills to escape.

"Thick Earth Soul Sealing Formation."

At the critical moment, Feng Yu formed seals with his hands and summoned the Thick Earth Soul Sealing Array.

Eighteen huge swords suddenly broke out from the ground, tightly enveloping the two of them.

When the man in black saw the Thick Earth Soul Sealing Formation, his eyes were filled with shock, and then he turned to Feng Yu.

"Mo Yu, stop pretending, I know it's you."

Looking at the man in black, Feng Yu sneered and exposed him directly.

In the entire Jinhong Sect, the only one who has reached the peak of the sixth level of Lingyong Realm and can still be Feng Yu’s enemy is Mo Yu.

Mo Yu was exposed by Feng Yu and took off his mask, revealing his true face.

"You are very confident. You have trapped me in this formation. Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Now that Feng Yu had already torn his face off, Mo Yu no longer held back, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Ever since he met Feng Yu during the day, he decided to carry out the assassination tonight because he felt that if he didn't take action now, he would have no chance.

And tonight he did come to assassinate Feng Yu, but he didn't expect to be trapped in this formation by Feng Yu.

He was not worried at all. He thought that although Feng Yu was growing fast, he was not yet a threat to himself, so he was calm and at ease.

If he hadn't been afraid of exposing his identity and being punished by the sect, he wouldn't have run away just now.

"You are wrong, Mo Yu, do you think I can't defeat you with my current strength?"

The aura of the first level of Lingyong Realm slowly rose, and Feng Yu's face was full of murderous intent.

To be honest, he really didn't expect Mo Yu to come tonight, but since he was here, there was no possibility for him to leave.

The king's will enveloped the entire Thick Earth Soul Sealing Array.

"You come and try it." Mo Yu said.

boom.

As soon as the words fell, the two of them disappeared at the same time, raising a cloud of dust.

clang.

In the void, there was a sound of metal clashing.