Control The World Chapter 150

Ning Wufeng was even more shocked. That spiritual will was as if it was real, far surpassing his spiritual sense. In that instant, he felt that all of his secrets had been exposed to this old man.

"Go in."

The old man obviously did not have any malicious intent as he moved to another place.

"Thank you, senior." Fang Yingcai also bowed respectfully.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, squeezed into the cubicle.

"Interesting little fellow." The old man was in a daze, as if he was asleep and talking in his sleep.

"Junior brother, this is the only place with an ancient Spiritual Art within the Emperor Dao Palace." Fang Yingcai said cautiously.

"Ancient Spiritual Art?" Ning Wufeng was shocked, and his face revealed a shocked expression.

The power of the ancient spirit art was so great that most of it had already been lost. It was hard to see it from the outside, but he never would have thought that the Emperor Dao Palace would still have this kind of ancient spirit art. It was worthy of being called the State of Zhao's number one school.

Haha, I've finally been tricked. Fang Yingcai's smile grew even wider.

The small, mysterious pavilion, the old man with abnormal strength, and the ancient spirit art. This was definitely an existence that all the students who had entered the school were unable to reject.

However, how could ancient Spiritual Arts be so easy to cultivate? He sneered in his heart. After so many years, although this building was remote, it wasn't a big secret. No one could successfully cultivate an ancient spirit art.

The teacher who taught them also said that ancient spirit arts had different techniques to use spirit energy, and each spirit art had its own unique method to open it. There were spiritual incantations in the air, but the method to open them had long since disappeared. Therefore, do not choose an ancient Spiritual Art.

Many people knew this logic, and many people had already suffered before. But the freshmen did not know.

The reason why Fang Yingcai brought Ning Wufeng over so kindly was because he wanted to waste an opportunity to choose a Spiritual Art.

A new student had no background. If he wanted to earn enough contribution points to exchange for Spiritual Arts, he would need at least a year's time. Then, this year's time would be wasted.

Time was extremely precious to the students of the Emperor Dao Palace.

Ning Wufeng did not know of Fang Yingcai's sinister intentions, but he knew that Fang Yingcai would not do anything good for him.

However, it was difficult for him to resist the temptation of the ancient Spiritual Arts.

"Junior brother, the ancient Spiritual Arts are powerful, but they have been cultivated for a long time. You need to be mentally prepared. " Fang Yingcai was afraid that Ning Wufeng would suspect something, so he mentioned it as well.

Ning Wufeng nodded seriously and said, "Junior will remember that."

After that, he went to look for a Spiritual Art while Fang Yingcai pushed the door open.

Facing the temptation of a high-grade spirit art, he couldn't resist it and spent a lot of contribution points, but to no avail. I might as well not watch it.

The old man at the door revealed a playful smile.

The cubicle wasn't too big, it only contained over a hundred spirit arts. It was much smaller than the one downstairs. But without a doubt, these were all genuine ancient spirit arts.

Ning Wufeng carefully released his spiritual sense. He immediately discovered that some of the jade slips had a faint glow to them, while some of them didn't even budge an inch.

He casually picked up a slightly motionless jade slip. The ancient spirit art jade slip was even thicker, and it was already filled with the marks of time.

As if he was dead, Ning Wufeng thought to himself. Through his soul consciousness, he seemed to be able to sense the life and death aura of every ancient spirit art.

This feeling was very magical.

The Art of Nine Transformations began to revolve involuntarily as the golden primordial spirit in his mind suddenly opened its golden eyes. Ning Wufeng's pupils were also dyed with a faint golden color.

Fortunately, no one had discovered him. Otherwise, he would have been captured and treated as a beast race expert.

"Seems to be in that direction." Ning Wufeng could vaguely feel an aura calling out to him.

He opened up the jade slips that contained the ancient spirit arts and took out a piece of jade slip that was as black as ink. The golden Primal in his sea of consciousness instantly began to shine with light.

Black jade chip!

Ning Wufeng's heart trembled. This was the first time he had seen such a black jade chip.

Myriad Elephants Sieve Seal!

On the black jade slip, five pitch-black ancient seals appeared. They seemed to be wiggling demonic energy.

"What a strange Spiritual Art." Ning Wufeng felt that the golden primordial spirit in his sea of consciousness was getting impatient. With the activation of his spiritual energy, a ray of black gas shot out from between his eyebrows.

The Allheaven Sieve Seal had a total of nine layers. The first seal superimposed twice the attack power, the second seal added four times the attack power, and the third seal added nine times the attack power … All the way until the ninth spiritual incantation was combined with the strength of eighty-one spiritual attacks.

The power of 81 waves of attacks!

Ning Wufeng was shocked. The power of 81 attacks was equivalent to 81 of them attacking the same target at the same time, how powerful was it?!

As expected of an ancient spirit art!

He was shocked, but there was also a small line of words on the black jade slip that had been marked by his descendants.

"Myriad Elephant Constellation Seal, extremely powerful. "In reality, you have wounded one thousand enemies and killed eight hundred yourself. Without a powerful spirit art to protect your body, you must not use it!"

A specific emphasis mark has been added to it.

It just so happened to be a spirit art to protect the body. He had the [Nine Revolving King Technique] to use. No wonder the Primal in his sea of consciousness was so excited.

Ning Wufeng suddenly thought of a Buddhist saying in his previous life: "Everything is carved from the same technique, and all beauty is seen by the heart."

The word 'color' refers to all physical phenomena. Matter instantly vanished, becoming illusory and indistinct.

It seemed to have something in common with the Nine Revolutions Bright King Technique. However, it was only a matter of words that made it difficult to further explore.

He kept the "Myriad Elephants Constellation". Since he's here, he might as well find another movement technique.

His primordial spirit surged with golden light, and his pupils glowed faintly.

Not long after, a "Thousand Mile" ancient spirit art was grasped in his hand. This spiritual incantation is quite interesting and requires cultivators with primordial spirits to cultivate it.

The ancient Supreme Elder had been able to observe the violent waves of the Kun Peng for thousands of miles, and was able to reach a height of over 90,000 miles. This was something he had suddenly comprehended.

Wherever the gods went, one would be able to travel ten thousand li. As long as you can get where you want. Ning Wufeng felt that this spiritual art was tailor-made for him.

"Hehe, looks like I have to thank this Shixiong Fang Yingcai." Ning Wufeng rejoiced in his heart. He knew that this fella definitely had ill intentions, but after he had calculated everything, he decided to help Ning Xuemo.

Ning Wufeng walked out of the room, and the old man who was leaning against the wall acted as if he was asleep, not even sparing him a glance. It was Fang Yingcai who hurriedly walked over.

"How is it, junior brother?" This place is pretty good, right? "

"Many thanks, Senior Brother." Ning Wufeng's face was brimming with a smile, but his heart was filled with satisfaction.

"Hmph, silly boy. You'll have to cry when the time comes. " Fang Yingcai laughed in his heart.

The two of them walked out one after the other. Fang Yingcai found an excuse and left. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Ning Wufeng that he wanted to keep this a secret and act out the entire show.

"Youngest junior brother, how is it?" Ruan Yue who was downstairs had already been waiting for a while, she hurriedly asked when she saw Ning Wufeng.

"Yes." Ning Wufeng said.

Ruan Yue didn't ask any more questions. The two of them returned to the Heavenly Alliance's island in the center of the lake.

Ning Wufeng closed his door and casually set up a Spirit Plunder.

"I don't have many Spirit Stones left. Looks like I have to find a way to earn more Spirit Stones." Ning Wufeng thought to himself.

He immediately sat down cross-legged and took out the black jade slip with the Endless Starlight Seal. He placed the jade slip between his eyebrows, and the golden Primal in his sea of consciousness began to move.

"Those who support the Wanxiang are not separated from the Two Elements of Creation; they are separated from the Three Churches …" Mysterious messages were relayed into Ning Wufeng's mind.

The golden Primal in his sea of consciousness sat up straight. He was also sitting cross-legged, his hands intertwined in front of his chest.

The first step of the Myriad Elephants Sieve Seal was to form a seal, using his own seven emotions and six desires to form a seal. This step required caution and caution. One step was wrong, and the lightest mistake was disorder of the seven emotions and six desires, causing one's cultivation to go berserk, and the most important step was to explode one's meridians and die.

Ning Wufeng's technique was highly stretched out. His hands interweaved in front of him, forming a pitch black spiritual light that continuously interweaved and compressed, forming an ethereal jade seal.

However, the jade seal only had appearance, it needed to be filled with the seven emotions and six desires.

The so-called seven emotions: joy, anger, worry, thought, sadness, fear, and shock.

In the Jiang Ning Residence, he had been carrying the title of good-for-nothing for three years. He hid himself in a corner and silently looked at Chuchu. He only wanted to take one last look at her, but she had promised him her life.

It was joy!

Drinking like a mountain, Dan Lin kidnapped Shi Jian and the mayor. Ning Wufeng was burning with anger. One man and one spear. He was battling to drink the Elephant Mountain and the Blood Buddha Church.

It was anger!

In the Chen family, Chu Feng's Nine Spiritual Pulse was in chaos. His life was at stake. Guarding the Wandering Dragon Cult with his spear, he angrily killed the Sixth Brother with a single eye.

Worry!

Scenes of the past interweaved in front of his eyes. Ning Wufeng's face was sometimes filled with sorrow and happiness, sometimes anger and sometimes fear. His youthful nature was also stirred up.

However, the golden primordial spirit in his Sea of Consciousness was still without sadness and joy. Strands of emotional energy flowed out and interweaved with each other. The jade seal in front of him gradually became more complete.

The jade seal was as black as ink, and the scene that was imprinted with all sorts of things was constantly changing. Joy, anger, sorrow... The jade seal continued to solidify until it was the size of a baby's fist.

Ning Wufeng slowly opened his eyes, the tears on his face instantly evaporating.

This was the Myriad Manifestation Seal!

He mumbled to himself as the Limitless Seal slowly entered his palm and disappeared.

Unknowingly, the morning sun had already begun to shine in. The Spirit Plunder had long since lost its effectiveness. It was already the next morning.

The condensing of the Myriad Elephants Constellation took a whole night. However, Ning Wufeng felt refreshed at the moment.

"Senior Brother Ning, are you there?" Suddenly, someone shouted from outside the yard.

His voice was a little strange. Ning Wufeng washed up and then opened the door. He saw a young man standing outside the courtyard looking into the courtyard. He immediately saw Ning Wufeng smiling and bowing with his hands folded in front.

"Junior brother Liu Wenchuan greets Senior brother Ning Wufeng."

"Junior apprentice-brother?" Ning Wufeng was slightly surprised.

Liu Wenchuan immediately explained. He had just entered the Heavenly Alliance and was half a day late compared to Ning Wufeng. However, he was much clearer about the Emperor Dao Palace compared to Ning Wufeng.

"Senior Brother, today is the exchange between the new and old students. Senior Sister wants me to inform you." The way he looked at Ning Wufeng was one of respect and admiration.

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