In Donghe City, in a private room on the second floor of Jixiang Restaurant, there was a man sitting alone by the table, with a few side dishes for drinking on the table, and a pot of top-quality blue and white wine had been drunk halfway.

This man looked about sixty years old, with gray hair, a slightly dirty robe on his body, and his whole body was filled with a sense of fatigue, but in sharp contrast to his appearance were those bright eyes.

He heard the news and said goodbye to Mo Yun, after more than a month of long journey, he finally came to Donghe City according to the increasingly obvious guidance in his heart.

For the past month, he has been traveling during the day and practicing the Bone View at night. His sleep time has been compressed to the extreme. In just one month, his image is very different from before. The most obvious thing is that he looks much older.

Because there is Dong Changsheng's figure in my mind for reference, Wen Feng's cultivation has been a thousand miles a day, and now he is about to complete the cultivation of the White Bone View.

After all, he was once a junior spirit master. As the practice of the White Bone Temple deepened, he had gradually discovered the hidden dangers of this technique, which was mainly reflected in his increasingly close connection with an existence.

Now he could feel the summoning from the depths of the East River Canyon all the time, and some time ago he had inexplicably known that the existence of the King of Immortals, which made him a little panicked. He was afraid that he would become like Hua Qianlei in the future.

Therefore, he has been restraining his deep desires in his heart these days, and at the same time he no longer has to practice the Bone View with all his strength, but he didn't know that all this was just a waste of effort.

As long as they start practicing the Bone View, they cannot stop because under the influence of Dong Changsheng, they will eventually complete the practice. The only difference is the length of time spent.

It is too late for Wen Feng to realize that things are not good now. After all, if he can really overcome the influence of Dong Changsheng, he will always stop practicing the Bone View, instead of just not practicing with all his strength like now. Now he is only one opportunity to complete the Bone View.

Wen Feng was a little irritated. After putting down his wine glass, he walked out of the private room, stood outside and looked at the crowd coming and going in the lobby on the first floor. Listening to the noisy sounds coming from below, his eyes were filled with pity.

In his opinion, these people are just ants who know nothing. They can easily kill their lives by natural disasters and man-made disasters, and their lives have no value.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be only one step away from becoming an ant.

As soon as he thought of this, Wen Feng immediately returned to the court, picked up the wine pot and drank it all, left a ingot on the table, and then quickly left here.

Just a sudden idea became an opportunity for Wen Feng to completely complete the practice of the White Bone Temple, which was also the influence of Dong Changsheng after he had the divine nature.

In the past, it might take a longer time to slowly influence Wenfeng, allowing him to complete the practice of the White Bone View. Now it only takes one opportunity to dominate his thoughts and let him turn his whole body to himself.

Donghe Canyon, underground space, in the main hall, and in the soul space, Dong Changsheng looked at the latest soul origin and found that it was Wen Feng who had only met one time. At that time, the two sides had only briefly contacted Hua Qianlei's soul.

He didn't expect Wen Feng to practice the Bone View, but since the origin of the soul has come here, it is trustworthy. After roughly checking his memory, he threw it to a high altitude and turned it into a full moon.

Now there are six soul sources here. Half a month ago, the shadow far away in Canglang Mountain also completed the practice of the White Bone View, but the full moon, Hua Qianle, transformed from his soul sources, is as dim as the full moon and Hua Qianle, and the ones who hear the wind.

This is mainly because they have not seen Dong Changsheng's true body after they have cultivated into the White Bone View, and cannot synchronize the totems built by the martial arts with him, thus failing to reach a perfect state.

Considering that he had accumulated a lot of vitality and the surrounding situation was relatively stable, Dong Changsheng was planning to go into seclusion for a while, to temper his body with peace of mind and advance to a higher level.

After Shadow completed the practice of the White Bone View, Dong Changsheng had notified the relevant personnel to come to Donghe Canyon. He would roughly arrange the tasks for a long time before retreating.

Calculate the time, they will almost come here in a few days.

Five days passed quietly.

At this time, outside the main hall gate, Wen Feng stood quietly alone. The decadence and frustration that had always been shrouded in his body since he was injured was wiped out, and there was no hesitation in his eyes, and now all that was left was firmness.

Although he was still a little nervous, he was more excited. After all, this was his first time meeting with the Lord.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from the bone passage. After a while, a group of people came from far and near. Wen Feng looked closely and immediately found Wen Yan's figure. He was stunned at first, and then relieved.

Wen Yan obviously recognized Wen Feng. After they got closer, he spoke first, "Congratulations to Elder Wen Feng."

Wen Feng immediately responded: "Tongxi, Brother Wen should not call me the elder in the future."

It is obvious that both of them think it is a blessing to do things under Dong Changsheng.

Wen Yan continued, "Okay, Brother Wen, come on, I'll introduce these people to you."

Then he gave Wen Feng a brief introduction one by one by the accompanying Shadow and others.

Wen Feng glanced at Yu Shenghan enviously, and sighed in his heart that the person who cut off the path to the spirit master could be appreciated by the Lord.

As for Shadow and Shen Chengwu, he glanced at him. After all, both of them have average qualifications and had no chance to become spiritists before. Now, even if they become mages, the importance of qualifications is self-evident.

In his opinion, these two people were just lucky. Although everyone was playing for the Lord, he still had his own pride. He believed that he would surpass these two people in no time. However, it was not until many years later that he realized how innocent his current thoughts were.

What attracted his most attention was Skeleton One, Skeleton Two and Skeleton Three. Among them, Skeleton One has been promoted to the level of Skeleton Warrior General, and its size has shrunk a lot. Now it is only about two meters and five meters, but the bones all over their bodies are like steel, and a ray of faint light passes by from time to time.

Wen Feng was sure that even in his heyday, he might not be the opponent of this skeleton. Skeleton No. 2 and Skeleton No. 3 are huge and tall, but they feel that they are far less powerful than Skeleton No. 1.

Just as the few people got to know each other, Dong Changsheng's voice suddenly came to his ears: "Come in."

(ps: Thank you to the book friends for the rewards of heaven and earth for the chess game and sentient beings for the chess pieces. This is the first reward in this book. I would like to express my special thanks.)
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