Eternal Life

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of eternal life!"That's it. Listening to Sister Mo's analysis, it's really like this. I don't know what Fang Qingxue wants him to do?" An inner disciple quickly agreed.

"This is likely to be involved in the struggle between the true disciples, and we are not able to intervene for the time being."

Sister Mo's eyes were cold: "Yuhuamen, if you want to really come into contact with the inner core power struggle, you still have to become a true disciple. If you don't become a true disciple, everything is a meaningless fight, and our inner disciple intervenes in the struggle of the true disciple. It will definitely not end well."

"Senior Sister Mo, the spirit wind sword of mine was just taken away in vain?" The inner disciple said in a murderous tone.

"I'll find a way for you about this matter. A spirit weapon is no small thing. It can be put into the world. It can't be exchanged for a city with a population of 100,000. Of course, it can't fall into the hands of others. We plan to kill the pink prince. That enchanting evildoer has already practiced the Flying Sword Sword Formation, and you must use your Spirit Wind Sword to be useful. How could it fall short?"

Sister Mo was talking, her eyes gradually calmed down, as if she had thought of some good idea.

"Of course, if you can kill the pink prince this time, Senior Sister Mo will definitely be able to get a Yin-Yang Wanshou Pill, take it, break through the bottleneck, step into the mysterious realm of magical powers, and become a true disciple just around the corner." An inner disciple smiled.

"That's right. Although I have cultivated to the realm of physical god transformation, my spirit is far from complete. I have not yet reached the level of forgetting one thing if I want to forget it. If I get the Yin Yang Wanshou Pill, I can make up for this loss. At the same time, the spirit expands, breaks the limit, opens the door of supernatural powers, and obtains supernatural powers!"

Senior Sister Mo solemnly said: "As for the spirit wind sword, I will definitely get it back from Fang Han's hands, and I will also bring the magic weapon on his body! The magic weapon on his body is no small thing. In our hands, the confidence in killing the prince rosé is much greater. Today, you are all practicing hard and adjusting your body and mind to the best condition. I will go to a place first."

"Sister Mo, where are you going?"

"Biyanfeng, Zidianfeng Fang Qingxue, and Biyanfeng Jinshitai, the two true disciples have a lot of conflicts. I went to Biyanfeng to talk about it this time. At the same time, I borrowed a few cranes to quickly reach the vast sea desert. Otherwise, although we have some small magical artifacts, they are far less useful than the cranes."

Senior Sister Mo stood up.

It turns out that outer disciples and inner disciples are not qualified to raise spirit beasts.

Only true disciples, who are rewarded with a mountain, can raise spirit beasts, which can be said to open up a small sect in the sect.True biography, true biography, is that the disciples who can start a school, cultivate talents by themselves, are unimaginably powerful in the school, and are equivalent to a prince in the country.

Only when he becomes a true disciple can he be a true disciple of the Yuhua Sect and be able to participate in the decision of the upper level.

"A spiritual weapon is not trivial. Sister Mo's group of people will definitely not let it go, and the secret of the "Falling Yellow Spring Picture" on my body has now been slightly leaked. What should I do? Leave the Yuhua Gate? No, If I have cultivated to the mysterious realm of supernatural powers, it would be okay to leave the Yuhua Gate. Now that I leave, I am afraid that I will not be able to bear it if I chase and kill it by myself?"

Outside Yuhua Mountain, deep in the stretch of barren mountains, in a hidden valley, Fang Han watched over and over again with the "Falling Yellow Spring Picture".

He was not in the Zidian Peak now, but let Fairy Crane fly out again with his back, and flew thousands of miles away from Yuhua Mountain, in an unknown barren mountain, before landing.

As for Fairy Crane, he said some formulas of "Yuanchen Spiritual Art". After the specific exercises, he cheated away in a few words.Now is the time to ponder the "Falling Yellow Spring Picture".

In this legend, the picture of Emperor Huangquan, now with Fang Han with his body, feels it is a hot potato. Throwing it away is absolutely impossible, and it seems extremely unsafe if it is not thrown away.

At this time, in the picture, in the quiet Huangquan River, apart from the "Seven Wolf Smoke" captured last time, there is indeed a flying sword. This flying sword has no hilt, but a pure iron ice crystal. , There are countless hieroglyphs painted on it, which is a series of winds. These wind-shaped characters form an article, a series of pictures, which are constantly running, as if the sun is rising and setting, never ending.

Fang Han is now studying "The Worlds" hard and knows some magic weapons.

The wind-shaped text on this "Lingfeng Sword" is mana, and the article is a big array.It is because of the great array formed by mana that this sword can have magical power.

"How can I take it out? And even if I take it out, the spirit weapon that has been refined by the blood dripping sacrifice, I can't drip the blood sacrifice again, unless there is a master of the magical power secret realm, using its own powerful mana to wipe the original master's blood spirit go with."

Fang Han touched the picture. The picture of Jiao Fu Huangquan was still an ordinary picture.

He knew that even if he took out the "Lingfeng Sword", unless it was to ask Fang Qingxue to use the magical power to erase the "spirit of blood" in it, he would not be able to drop blood for sacrifice.

Because all magical weapons, spiritual weapons, were tempered by real fire when they were first released, and the magical power contained in them was very pure, without any thoughts, and was a pure power.Whoever drops his own blood can control this force.

"Let's practice Yuanchen Spiritual Art first!"

After thinking for a long time, Fang Han first practiced the "Yuanchen Spiritual Technique" he had just obtained from "Fairy Crane".

He sat cross-legged, holding the "Tianmen Point" in the center of his head with one hand, adjusting all his energy, and placing it in the Tianmen Point on the top of his head.

"The child desires not to die to repair the gate of heaven!" Note, in Taoist school, it was originally'child to die to repair Kunlun', Kunlun pointed to the top of the head, but in the immortal world, it is not the earth and there is no Kunlun, so the word Tianmen is used instead.

Gradually, according to Yuanchen's spiritual exercises, he first imagined his Tianmen acupoint as a dark world.

This kind of imagination means that my understanding of the brain is in darkness.

Afterwards, he imagined that the blood, bone marrow, internal organs, and fascia of his whole body were all turned into a pure white color, like the white vitality and essence of a crane feather, gradually rising and reaching the inside of his Tianmen acupoint.

This means to use the essence of the body to dispel the darkness of the brain and to know yourself.

The meaning of imagination is very profound.

In this imagination, Fang Han clearly felt that his body was being emptied step by step, and the body's qi, blood and essence were all turned into light to illuminate the brain.

The body is somewhat empty.

To exercise the spirit and cultivate the potential and supernatural powers of the brain requires a strong physical support, and he finally understands this truth.

Fortunately, his body is several times more powerful than a general master of the state of bravery, especially since the power of the Jiuqiao Golden Pill is in the bone marrow and the essence is stronger.

Gradually, the dark world inside Tianmen Cave was illuminated by this white light essence, gradually dispelling the darkness. In the depths of the darkness, Fang Han vaguely saw that a simple, heavy Yes, it looks like a circle but not a circle, like a square but not a square stone gate.The texture on the door is rich and delicate, one by one, just like the gully of the brain.

The appearance of the entire brain turned out to be a magical door.

"This is the gate of supernatural powers! Blast through this gate of supernatural powers, and you will be able to see the secret realm of supernatural powers!" Fang Han said in his heart, using his energy, imagining his energy and blood as white light, illuminating Tianmen's mind.

However, no matter how he shines, the black fog in his mind that day is getting more and more.Even the "gate of supernatural power" can't be seen clearly, let alone the mysterious door in my mind.

Huhu!Huhu!

Finally, feeling that he was very tired and wanted to sleep, Fang Han quickly woke up, and all his imagination disappeared from his mind.

"So weak! It's no wonder why people who have lovesickness become thinner day by day, and their mental consumption is more powerful than their physical consumption."

After practicing Yuanchen Spiritual Art, Fang Han felt that he was sluggish, rested for a while before recovering.

But after this recovery, he felt that his ears were clear and his eyes were clear and his mind was much more flexible, and he seemed to be able to imagine what his brain looked like in his head.

"Try it with a drop of blood, anyway, this place is a barren mountain, and I'm not afraid of any alienation in this picture."

Cultivating Yuan Chen's spiritual skills has achieved little success, but Fang Han is far from reaching the realm of psychic, but he has a general understanding of human spirit and body.

Hi!

I bit my finger, and the blood dripped out, dripping dripping onto the "Falling Yellow Spring".

Something strange happened.

This picture was actually like cotton. It absorbed Fang Han's blood bit by bit, and Fang Han clearly saw it. There was a slight wave in the Huangquan River on the picture.

At the same time, my own soul seemed to be connected to this picture.

Suddenly, Fang Han felt a ray of his own spirit, and fell into the picture of Huangquan Hanoi. All sides were full of billowing waves and a patch of soil. The spirit was swimming in the river, and he saw the "Lingfeng Sword" in the river.

So Fang Han grabbed it with his spirit.

Flutter!

With a flash of energy, this Spirit Wind Sword flew out of the Huangquan River in the picture and fell into Fang Han's hand. It cut Fang Han's palm again, and the blood penetrated in. Suddenly, there was a feeling of blood and blood. , Communicated to his heart.

"This Spirit Wind Sword was refined by my blood sacrifice? Impossible. It was refined by someone else's blood sacrifice. It needs a master of the magical power secret realm to erase the spirit of blood. Isn't it possible that this picture of the flood of yellow springs is not only a magic weapon to capture others Besides, there is the effect of obliterating the spiritual imprint of blood? Then, I will be developed!"

Fang Han thought in his heart.

The large array inside the Lingfeng Sword was spinning, and a gust of wind galloped away, surrounded by sword light, and cut off a small tree with a thick mouth that was a thousand steps away from him.

Fang Han felt ecstatic in his heart!