In the wilderness, a young man in a green robe half-knelt on the ground, gasping for breath. A drop of sweat the size of a soybean rolled down his face.
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His robe was torn, and his left arm was obviously three to four times larger than his right arm. Dragon scales covered his entire arm, opening and closing as if they were breathing.
His entire body was trembling, and his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was enduring something. His face was twitching, and he seemed to be smiling yet not smiling. It looked very strange, but there was no hint of pain.
After using the Qilin's arm again, something strange happened in his body for some reason.
And these strange things came from the bones in his body.
Feng Hao's bones had already been tempered to the peak of Martial Spirit Realm by the power of lightning in the Black Tower, so there was no doubt about their strength.
And Feng Hao's cultivation level was also at the peak of Martial Grandmaster, unable to advance even half a step further.
One more step, and it would be Martial Spirit Realm.
No one could predict the matters of cultivation level. If Martial Spirit was full, and his physique also met the requirements, then all he needed was an opportunity.
In order to find this opportunity, Fenghao had spent a lot of effort. However, he was still unable to find the slightest clue. Just now, after fighting with the hook-nosed eight-legged man, the bones in his left arm had become a little strange.
Itchy!
It was very itchy, the itch that came from the bones, as if there were ten thousand ants crawling on it.
It was just crawling, and there was no pain, but it was itchy!
It didn't feel like pain. Pain could be endured, but itchiness … no one knew how to endure it.
The corner of Feng Hao's mouth twitched, and the expression on his face kept changing.
Itch, the itch entered the soul, endless, and would not stop. Moreover, this kind of itch seemed to be contagious. Originally, there was this kind of itch in the first bone, but now, it had spread to the second bone, and then to the second, and then to the fourth, spreading endlessly. In just an hour, his entire left arm was infected.
"How could this be?Could it be a side effect of the Qilin's arm? "
Feng Hao's expression was very strange, and his heart twitched as he couldn't help but think.
He remembered that the last time he used the Qilin Arm, it didn't feel like this. Furthermore, the numbness and itchiness didn't seem to stop and continued to spread.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, he was slightly stunned, and the expression on his face stiffened. He muttered, "Could it be that I'm about to break through?"
From the first segment of the bone, the numbness and itchiness slowly receded, replaced by a warm feeling.
It was a Martial Essence!
That's right, it was Wu Yuan!
Furthermore, the purity of this Martial Origin was even higher than the Martial Origin in the Martial Origin Vortex.
It was as if he was already an existence of another realm!
After probing for a while, Feng Hao's heart surged with uncontrollable ecstasy.
He had found the opportunity to break through to the Martial Spirit Realm in the Qilin Arm!
"Haha …"
"Ah!!!"
It was hard to tell whether his laughter was of pain or joy. It was very strange, like the howling of a ghost.
The numbness and itchiness spread and the warmth rose slowly. Feng Hao was in pain and happiness at the same time.
Slowly, what was originally just a trace of heat gradually became stronger, converging into a small stream, then expanding into a river, and finally into a long river, flowing into the vast ocean of the Martial Origin Vortex.
The numbness and itchiness disappeared, and Feng Hao's entire body felt as if he was soaking in a hot spring. He lay on the ground, his delicate face filled with a sense of comfort.
"Buzz! …"
As the Martial Origin Vortex let out a long cry, the entire vortex underwent an earth-shattering change. At the same time, it also announced that Feng Hao had stepped into the Martial Spirit Realm!
The advancement in the realm made Feng Hao's entire body's essence and qi sublimate once again.
When the heat subsided, Feng Hao jumped up.
"I've advanced just like that?"
Feng Hao had an illusion that it was unrealistic, but the Martial Origin flowing in the Martial Origin Vortex told him that he was no longer a Martial Grandmaster, but a genuine Martial Spirit.
"Finally a Martial Spirit?"
Clenching his fists, he closed his eyes and felt the Martial Origin flowing in his body. The corners of his mouth curled up into a proud smile.
"Haha! …"
The depression that he had felt for half a year was finally swept away in a burst of laughter, and a carefree feeling emerged in his heart.
Glancing at the eight corpses around him, Feng Hao slightly furrowed his brows. After looting the corpses, he took out more than ten Martial Crystals. He casually blasted a large pit, buried the few people, and left.
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Late at night, in the wilderness, the surrounding howls of beasts could be heard, adding a sense of desolation and terror to the wilderness.
On a bonfire, there was a piece of Terrain Dragon meat that weighed more than ten kilograms. Under the roasting of the bonfire, it slowly emitted a tempting fragrance.
At the side, a young man in a green robe was constantly smearing various spices on the roasted meat, making the roasted meat even more fragrant.
"Yiya!Yiya! "
Opposite the young man sat a ball of white fur. A small round head popped out. Its big eyes were watery and limitless as it stared straight at the piece of roasted meat. Its small mouth was open, and its pink tongue was constantly licking its lips. It let out a squeaky sound, as if it was urging the young man to eat.
"What's the hurry?"
Feng Hao scolded angrily.
Ever since this guy ate the roasted meat once, it seemed to be infatuated with it. Every time Feng Hao roasted meat, it would run out to beg for food. Moreover, although its body was small, when it came to eating, it was not careless. Its appetite was much larger than Feng Hao's.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten kilograms of roasted meat entered the stomachs of a man and a beast. The two of them lay on the ground with satisfaction, their faces full of comfort.
When the heat slowly subsided, Feng Hao opened his eyes and sat up.
"Phew! …"
He let out a long breath of turbid air in his body. "The Martial Spirit Realm can condense a pair of Martial Origin Wings and fly in the air."
Escaping the gravity of the ground was the dream of every human being. At the same time, flying in the air was also the dividing line between the strong and the weak.
Thinking of the joy of flying, Feng Hao's breathing also became a little rapid.
"Let's give it a try!"
He stood up and closed his eyes. Using the method he asked Elder Fen before, he searched for the two special meridians on his back. After a while, Feng Hao found the existence of the two meridians.
Then, he tried to move the Martial Origin Wings toward the two meridians.
"Swoosh!"
Two white Martial Yuan Wings sprouted out from his back. They were very faint, but they did exist.
"So simple?"
Originally, he thought that it would be very complicated. But now, it was beyond Feng Hao's expectations. When the conditions were right, success would follow. However, the consumption of Martial Origin Wings was too great. Just the two thin wings, as if Feng Hao had been using the Thunder Slash, were flowing away like water.
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