Chapter 191 Colorful Divine Flame
Song Tianming was flattered by Feng Baobao's name, and stood straight as if facing a formidable enemy.
However, Zhao Zilin didn't even look at Song Tianming, and said disdainfully: "His father was even more amazing than him back then, but in the end he became a deserter, gave up the immortal way, and went to martial arts. I said I would never accept a disciple. Anyway, in the end Just disappointed!”
As he spoke, Zhao Zilin's eyes flashed with regret, sigh, despair and other colors, with mixed emotions, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Song Tianming was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that his father had such a past. He had walked through the immortal way and had very good qualifications. In the end, due to inexplicable reasons, he abandoned the immortal way and went against the martial arts.
"What did Dad go through in the past that made him choose to abandon the prosperous immortal way and re-cultivate martial arts?" Song Tianming was confused and very curious.
Feng Baobao gently comforted Zhao Zilin, who was out of control, and said softly: "This boy Song Tianming is different from his father Song Xiu. He follows the ancient immortal path, and is deeply bound to the infinite immortal tribulations. He has escaped from the immortal path all his life, and he His qualifications are really good. He can make something out of nothing by himself, go against the path of immortality, and conquer the heavens!"
Zhao Zilin's head shook like a rattle, and he said: "Bao'er, no matter what you say, I will never accept another disciple. I would rather sink and live the rest of my life."
Feng Baobao's forehead had veins popping out, he bared his teeth and said viciously: "You old man, why don't you listen? If you continue to sink like this, the younger members of your family will sit on your head and shit on you. Are you willing to take it away from Lingfeng?"
Zhao Zilin was lying on the ground rolling around, like a scoundrel, and said: "Poop when you poop, take away when you take it away. Anyway, I am a person waiting to die. Some things outside the body are meaningless!"
Zhao Zilin looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, and he lay down and accepted his fate.
Song Tianming was speechless. This Zhao Zilin was too rogue, without the demeanor and posture of a powerful Earth Realm expert.
Feng Baobao narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Okay, you old fool is always tough-talking. I want to see how long you can keep your tough talk. Boy Song, you perform a divine act on the spot. I think this old fool is No, it’s still a tough talk.”
Song Tianming's scalp was numb, and he said tremblingly: "Senior Feng, I don't have any basic skills in the divine way, and the second level of my body is so stable, it is very risky to forcefully cross the level!"
Feng Baobao said calmly: "Don't worry, Zhao Zilin is here, he won't just watch you in trouble, besides, the Monroe drops I gave you can protect your mind, and I will also be watching over you."
Song Tianming was sweating, his heart was agitated, and he was still extremely hesitant.
Upon seeing this, Feng Baobao directly opened his hand to condense a ball of brilliant soul power, and then drove it into Song Tianming's body at a speed as fast as lightning, performing an enlightenment-style improvement in cultivation.
This mass of soul power is extremely pure and does not contain any impurities. It is the essence that Feng Baobao, a great master of the Divine Way, has worked hard to condense. Its effect is more efficient than the top Shinto substances such as Monroe Drops. Naturally, it is very effective for Song Tianming. The cultivation of Shinto has been greatly improved.
In an instant, Song Tianming's soul glowed, his soul solidified, and the realm of Shinto directly reached the Great Perfection from the Nether Realm to the Netherworld Realm, and the process was irreversible.
Song Tianming was about to cry, but Feng Baobao was too domineering. This woman was really hard to mess with. He didn't want to advance immediately, so he just gave himself an enlightenment and forcibly raised his level.
Boom!
In an instant, the heavens thundered, halos penetrated the sky, and countless energies rolled through the clouds, creating an unparalleled catastrophe.
The monks of the Dengtian Sect were all shocked. Why was there another strange phenomenon in the world? Could it be that Song Tianming had improved his realm and started to overcome the tribulation!
The rumor that Song Tianming is an immortal cultivator has long been known to everyone, and now only Song Tianming in the Dengtian Sect has the ability to trigger immeasurable immortal catastrophes.
The masters of all the major spiritual peaks turned their attention to the Seventh Spiritual Peak, their eyes confused and thoughts swirling in their minds.
Zhao Zilin was also shocked. Feng Baobao was more ruthless than before. There was struggle in his eyes, but he learned from the painful experience and waved his hands forcefully: "Huh! Even if you force him to improve his realm, I will not teach him. If he If he is going to be killed by the Immortal Tribulation, I will not save him."
Song Tianling and Liu Yiyi both became nervous. Song Tianming was in too dangerous a state at the moment and was likely to fall into the divine tribulation.
However, Feng Baobao stopped the excited Song Tianling and Liu Yiyi, and said with peace of mind: "Don't worry, Zhao Zilin is an old man with a sharp mouth and a heart, and he will not sit idly by."
Although Feng Baobao explained this, Song Tianling and Liu Yiyi were still extremely worried.
Song Tianming himself felt as uncomfortable as eating a fly. This was the first time he hated the improvement of his realm so much!
In an instant, the road leading to the Netherland of the Divine Realm spread out in a winding way. The ground was paved with colorful bricks and jade tiles, the colors were brilliant, and strings of runes were intertwined with each other, running through the void like a chain of avenues.
As soon as Song Tianming set foot on the path to the divine path to the Netherworld, the energy catastrophe rolling in the sky suddenly broke out.
In an instant, a hole opened in the sky, and colorful flames poured down like a waterfall.
Song Tianming was confused. Why was this divine catastrophe so special? What actually landed was not a towering thunder, but a downpour of flames!
The viscous fluid waterfall turned into seven-color flames was so hot that the burning void suddenly cracked, and the seven-color flames reflected in the flames were even more extraordinary. Song Tianming only stared at it for a few times, and his soul felt like it was burning and cracking.
"Oops, this seven-colored flame is designed to burn the soul, can I bear it?"
Song Tianming was terrified, but he felt relieved when he thought that Feng Baobao, a Shinto master, was watching and would definitely help him when necessary.
However, unexpectedly, Feng Baobao was even more shocked than Song Tianming. His face was horrified, his pupils contracted, and he murmured in disbelief: "Seven-colored divine flame! It turned out to be the legendary seven-colored divine flame. This is the top-level Taoist fire that can destroy the Yuanshen. Not to mention Song Tianming, even I can't resist it!"
Feng Baobao's muttering reached Song Tianming's ears, and he was scared to death.
"Ah, Senior Feng, didn't you say you would protect me?" Song Tianming grinned, his heart was full of anger.
Feng Baobao looked worried, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Song boy, if it was any other Shinto immortal calamity, I could still protect him, but this seven-color divine fire is too terrifying. It is the supreme flame specifically for Shinto cultivators. Legend has it that even the king of ancient gods was burned to death. You can only pray for good luck!"
"Ah?" Song Tianming was confused. This was different from what was agreed in advance. Isn't Feng Baobao trying to hurt himself?
Bang!
The seven-color divine flames fell down like a waterfall. It was so close that Song Tianming had no time to care about anything else. He could only forcefully operate the immortal essence to make his soul shine, and at the same time mobilize the cold stars to try his best to absorb the seven-color divine flames.