Chapter 112: Stone Hammer Ginseng Spirit, Gifted to Xue Ji

"Hmph!" The White Corpse King angrily thrust his bronze bone spear into the reef, sending up a shower of sparks.

"Those despicable sirens, sensing the king's imminent awakening, fled in panic! They didn't even have the courage to fight head-on!"

On the sea in the distance, several extremely large sea monster corpses were slowly sinking.

Without exception, there was a penetrating wound as big as a wheel on their ferocious heads, obviously killed by the White Corpse King's bone spear.

"I see." Wang Feng nodded slightly.

"King, Jiuyou?" The soul fire in the eyes of the Red Skull Demon Lord flickered.

"Jiuyou~" Wang Feng's lips curled up into a meaningful smile: "She's fine, just a little tired."

As he spoke, Wang Feng couldn't help but recall the soul fusion that transcended the flesh.

It was a feeling far purer than physical contact, and more intoxicating.

It was with the help of the pure spiritual power transmitted by Queen Jiuyou's unique method of soul fusion that he was able to forcibly suppress the desperate confrontation between the two angel souls and ultimately promote this unprecedented fusion!

What surprised him even more was that this fusion had completely eliminated the hidden danger of the emperor's armor being corroded by the death energy.

Now his angel soul has already stepped into the supreme realm of Seraphim!

The difference between ten wings and twelve wings seems to be only two wings, but in fact it is a huge gap.

The Ten-Winged Angel of Punishment is ultimately unable to escape the shackles of mortal flesh, and his physical body still has its limits.

The realm of the twelve-winged Seraph is already transcendental and holy - enough to withstand forbidden spells without being hurt, and to fight head-on with emperor-level beings without being at a disadvantage.

What's more, in a sense, it has reached the highest realm of immortality and invulnerability!

(It was described in the original novel, but Mu Ningxue used the Frost of the Otherworldly Space to wipe out his soul with a single arrow (Fourteen Winged Fal))

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"You guys go back to Shayuan first." Wang Feng raised his hand and waved lightly, and a space portal leading to the white tomb palace slowly opened in the void.

"Yes, sir."

The Red Skull Demon Lord and the White Corpse King bowed and stepped into the deep and dark passage of the Abyss one after another.

As the gate closed, the entire sea area returned to silence, with only the sound of waves lapping against the rocks.

Wang Feng stood alone on the blood-red coastline, gazing at the setting sun, his thoughts surging.

The fusion of the fallen angel and the angel of death allowed him to step directly into the supreme realm of the twelve-winged Seraphim.

If the power of the remaining six patrolling angels can be fully integrated

What level will that reach?

Dominate? Roof?

Or is it a higher dimension beyond current cognition?

"Raguel, Rafar, Uriel, and Remiel have returned to the Holy City."

"Sariel's power has been copied by me."

“Michael is missing”

"Gabriel seems to be at the Holy School of Ohos."

Although the Holy Academy of Ohos does not participate in the struggle between the national government and the government, it can be used as a place for training.

Wang Feng's fingertips tapped unconsciously, and a bold plan was brewing in his mind.

…

When Wang Feng returned to the government residence in Donghai City, it was already dark.

The bright moonlight casts a layer of silver gauze over this coastal city, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore can be faintly heard in the distance.

After standing in the courtyard and thinking for a while, Wang Feng decided to go see Mu Ningxue.

He hadn't been alone with her since that hot spring day, which made Wang Feng feel like a bit of a scumbag.

Arriving at Mu Ningxue's door, he knocked lightly.

After a moment, the door opened a crack, revealing Mu Ningxue's beautiful face.

In the moonlight, her long silver hair glowed with a faint halo, and her ice-blue eyes flashed with a hint of surprise when she saw Wang Feng.

"Why are you here?"

Wang Feng raised the corners of his lips slightly: "What? You don't welcome your husband?"

The tips of Mu Ningxue's ears instantly turned crimson.

She first looked around the corridor vigilantly, and after confirming that there was no one there, she reached out and pulled Wang Feng into the room.

As soon as the door closed, Wang Feng put his arms around her slender waist and sat down on the edge of the bed with her.

He buried his face in Mu Ningxue's neck, his nose filled with her unique scent of ice and snow, which was clear and crisp with a faint fragrance.

This action made Mu Ningxue stiffen, and her long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings.

“Don’t itch.”

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's, her jade-like cheeks flushed, and she struggled symbolically, but ultimately did not really push him away.

Wang Feng stared at the rosy and small earlobe in front of him, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

He lowered his head slightly, opened his lips slightly, and took the delicate earlobe into his mouth.

Mu Ningxue's delicate body trembled violently, and her entire body went limp as if she had received an electric shock.

This is her most sensitive spot and also one of Wang Feng's most familiar "weaknesses".

"Ning Xue, how is your third-level cultivation going?"

Wang Feng released the earlobe between his teeth, and his warm breath blew across her red earlobe.

Mu Ningxue's eyes flickered, a hint of shyness shimmering in her beautiful eyes:

"Ever since...ever since I ate that, my cultivation speed has improved by leaps and bounds."

Her voice gradually lowered: "The summoning system has broken through to the intermediate level."

Wang Feng raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this - another piece of 'solid evidence' that he was a ginseng spirit!

The image of Mochizuki Chixun appeared in my mind. During those days, she had chicken rolls for every meal and took the "tonic" to the fullest.

"Next time we meet, I hope he will break through to the super level directly?" Wang Feng muttered to himself.

His fingertips unconsciously rubbed Mu Ningxue's soft flesh.

The delicate touch suddenly reminded him of a long-forgotten treasure.

With a thought, he took out an oval ice egg from the undead space. The egg was crystal clear and looked like a pure sapphire. It was the embryo of the Holy Spirit of Ice that he had obtained.

"Ningxue, since you've reached the intermediate level of summoning," Wang Feng gently placed the ice egg in Mu Ningxue's palm, "I'll give this to you as your contracted beast."

Mu Ningxue held the strange ice egg in her hands. Her fingertips could sense the faint yet pure pulse of life within it. "What is this?"

"The embryo of the Holy Spirit of Ice Element." Wang Feng tapped the eggshell with his fingertips, stirring up a circle of ice-blue ripples. "It's still alive, but it lacks the energy to hatch. As long as we sign a contract, it will soon hatch."

"Ice Elemental Holy Spirit?!" Mu Ningxue's cold voice rose a few notches in a rare moment.

Ordinary ice elemental life is hard to come by, let alone a supreme existence like the Elemental Holy Spirit!

Such treasures usually only exist in the legendary Thousand Races Elves Tower. Unexpectedly, Wang Feng gave it to her casually!

"Let's sign the contract first."

Wang Feng took out a star-lit summoning star map book from his space ring and gently placed it in Mu Ningxue's hand.

Mu Ningxue took a deep breath, without any pretense.

Her slender fingers unfolded the ancient pages of the book, and as her fingertips moved, a moon-white contract star map slowly unfolded in the void.

As the starlight moved, her spiritual imprint perfectly matched with the Holy Spirit of the Ice Element, and the contract was concluded naturally.

"Success." Mu Ningxue raised the corners of her lips slightly.

Seeing this, Wang Feng raised his lips in a meaningful arc, and his slender fingers gently brushed her long silver hair:

"Ning Xue, it's getting late and we should practice~"

The blush that had just faded away from Mu Ningxue's face instantly crept back onto her cheeks, and even the tips of her ears were stained crimson.

Um.

The night wind blows gently, and the gauze curtains sway slightly, covering up all the beauty in the room.

Only the ice egg on the bedside emitted a faint glow in the darkness, as if witnessing this special "cultivation"

(End of this chapter)