"So that's the case. After listening to your analysis, Senior Sister Mo, it's really true. I wonder what Fang Qingxue wants him to do?" An inner disciple quickly agreed.
"This is likely to involve a battle between true disciples, and we can't intervene for the time being."
Senior Sister Mo's eyes were cold: "Yuhua Sect, if you want to truly get in touch with the internal core power struggle, you still have to become a true disciple. If you don't become a true disciple, everything is a meaningless struggle, and our inner disciples intervene in the struggle of the true disciples. It will definitely not end well.”
"Senior Sister Mo, then my Lingfeng Sword was confiscated for nothing like this?" the inner disciple said with a murderous tone.
"I will find a way for you about this matter. A spiritual weapon is no small matter. If it is placed in the secular world, it cannot be exchanged for a city with a population of 100,000. Of course it cannot fall into the hands of others. This time we plan to kill the pink prince. That evildoer, has already practiced the flying sword formation, and you must use your Lingfeng sword to be able to use it. How could it be possible to fall short?"
Senior 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 Red Pink Prince this time, Senior Sister Mo will definitely be able to get a Yin Yang Longevity Pill. After taking it, you will break through the bottleneck, step into the mystical realm of supernatural powers, and become a true disciple just around the corner." An inner disciple laughed.
"That's right. Although I have cultivated to the realm of physical transformation, my spirit is far from complete. I haven't reached the point where I want to forget a thing and forget it. If I get the Yin-Yang Longevity Pill, I can make up for this loss. The physical body While going further, the spirit expands, breaks through the limit, opens the door of supernatural powers, and obtains supernatural powers!"
Senior Sister Mo said solemnly: "As for the Lingfeng sword, I will definitely get it back from Fang Han, and I will also bring the magic weapon on his body! The magic weapon on his body is no small matter. If it can fall In our hands, the confidence in killing Prince Red is much greater. Today, you all practice hard and adjust your body and mind to the best state. I will go to a place first."
"Senior Sister Mo, where are you going?"
"Biyan Peak, Fang Qingxue of Zidian Peak and Jinshitai of Biyan Peak have conflicts. I will go to Biyan Peak to explain it this time. At the same time, I will borrow a few cranes so that I can quickly reach the vast desert. Otherwise, although we have some small instruments, they are far from being as easy to use as 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 be opening up a small sect within the sect. True biography, true biography, is a disciple who can establish a sect, cultivate talents by himself, and has unimaginable strength in the sect, which is equivalent to being a prince in the country.
Only those who have become true disciples can be the real disciples of Yuhua Sect, able to participate in the decisions of the upper echelons.
"A spiritual weapon is no small matter. Senior Sister Mo's group will definitely not let it go. Also, the secret of the "Flooding in the Underworld" on me has been slightly leaked. What should I do? Leave the Yuhuamen? No, If I have cultivated to the Mystical Ability Secret Realm, it’s okay to leave the Yuhuamen, but if I leave now, I’m afraid it’s unbearable for anyone to hunt and kill me?”
Outside Yuhua Mountain, in the depths of the barren hills, in a hidden valley, Fang Han watched over and over with the "Dragon Fu Huangquan Picture".
He is not in Zidian Peak now, but Fairy Crane flew out with him on his back, and flew to an unknown barren mountain thousands of miles away from Yuhua Mountain before landing.
As for Fairy Crane, he said some formulas of "Yuanchen Spiritual Technique". After the specific exercises, he cheated away with a few words. Now it's time to ponder "The Picture of Jiao Fu Huang Quan".
According to this legend, the picture of Emperor Huangquan is now on Fang Han's body, and he feels that it is a hot potato. It is absolutely impossible to throw it away, and it seems extremely unsafe not to throw it away now.
At this time, on the picture, in the quiet Huangquan River, apart from the "Spiritual Wolf Seven Evil Smoke" captured last time, there is indeed a flying sword. This flying sword has no hilt, just a pure iron ice crystal , there are countless pictographs carved on it, which are streams of wind. These wind pictographs form an article, a formation diagram, and they are constantly running, as if the sun rises and sets, and it never stops.
Fang Han is now studying "The Worlds" hard, and knows some knowledge about magic weapons.
The wind-shaped characters on this "Spiritual Wind Sword" are mana, and the text is a big array. It is precisely because of the large formation formed by the condensed mana that this sword can have magical power.
"How can I take it out? And even if I take it out, I can't refine the spirit weapon that has been refined by the blood drop sacrifice again, unless there are masters in the mystical realm who use their powerful magic power to wipe out the blood spirit of the original owner." go."
Fang Han touched the picture, and the picture of Jiao Fu Huang Quan was still an ordinary picture.
He knew that even if he took out the "Spiritual Wind Sword", unless he asked Fang Qingxue to use supernatural powers to erase the "blood spirit" inside, he would not be able to sacrifice blood.
Because all magical weapons and spiritual weapons were tempered by real fire when they were first released, and the magic power contained in them was very pure, without any thought, it was just a mass of innocent power. Whoever drips his own blood can control this power.
"Let's practice Yuanchen Spirit Technique first!"
After thinking about it for a long time, Fang Han still practiced the "Yuanchen Spiritual Technique" he had just obtained from "Fairy Crane".
He sat cross-legged, pressed the "Tianmen acupoint" on the top of his head with one hand, adjusted all his energy, and placed it in the Tianmen acupoint on the top of his head.
"My son wants to live forever and cultivate the gate of heaven!" {Note, originally in Taoism, it is "the child wants to live forever and cultivate Kunlun", and Kunlun refers to the top of the head, but in the world of immortality, there is no earth and no Kunlun, so the word Tianmen is used instead. } Gradually, he first imagined that his Tianmen acupoint was a dark world according to the method of training the spirit of the Yuanchen spirit technique.
This kind of imagination means that my understanding of the brain is dark.
After that, he imagined that the blood, bone marrow, internal organs, and fascia of his whole body had all turned into a pure white color, and the vitality and essence, as white as crane feathers, gradually rose and reached the inside of his Tianmen acupoint.
This means to use the essence of the body to dispel the darkness of the brain and know oneself.
The meaning of imagination is very profound.
In this imagination, Fang Han clearly felt that his body seemed to be emptied step by step, and all the energy, blood, and essence in his body turned into light to illuminate his brain.
The body is a little empty.
Exercising the spirit and cultivating the potential supernatural powers of the brain requires a strong physical support, and he finally understood this truth.
Fortunately, his body is several times stronger than that of ordinary masters in the realm of bravery, especially the medicinal power of the Nine-Aperture Golden Elixir is in the bone marrow, and the energy is even stronger.
Gradually, the dark world inside Tianmen Cave was illuminated by this white light energy, and gradually dispelled the darkness. In the dark and distant depths, Fang Han vaguely saw a simple, heavy cave hidden. Yes, it looks like a circle but not a circle, and it looks like a square but not an ashlar gate. The textures on the gate are rich and delicate, one by one, like the ravines of the brain.
The appearance of the entire brain turned out to be a gate of supernatural powers.
"This is, the gate of supernatural powers! Break through the gate of supernatural powers, and you will be able to see the secret realm of supernatural powers!" Fang Han said in his heart, trying his best to use his spirit, imagining his blood as white light, shining on Tianmen's mind.
However, no matter how he shines, the black mist in Tianmen's mind is increasing. He couldn't even see the "Gate of Supernatural Powers" clearly, let alone open this mysterious door in his mind.
Hoo hoo! Hoo hoo!
Finally, feeling that he was very exhausted and wanted to sleep, Fang Han quickly woke up, and all his imagination disappeared from his mind.
"It's so weak! No wonder why those people who suffer from lovesickness become thinner day by day. The mental consumption is more powerful than the physical consumption."
After exercising the Yuanchen spirit technique, Fang Han felt his spirits were sluggish, and he took a good rest before recovering.
But after recovering, he felt that his ears and eyes were clear, and his mind was much more flexible. He seemed to be able to imagine what his brain looked like.
"Try it with a drop of blood. Anyway, this place is a barren mountain, so I'm not afraid that this picture will produce any strange appearance."
He has made some achievements in practicing Yuanchen Spiritual Art, but Fang Han is far from reaching the realm of psychics, but he has a general understanding of the human spirit and body.
Hi!
Biting his own finger, the blood dripped out immediately, and every drop flowed onto the "Dragon Fu Huangquan Picture".
Strange things happened.
This picture is like cotton, absorbing Fang Han's blood bit by bit, and Fang Han can clearly see that there are slight waves in the Huangquan River in the picture.
At the same time, my soul seems to have a flesh-and-blood connection with this painting.
Suddenly, Fang Han felt a wisp of his own spirit, and fell into the river of the Yellow Spring, surrounded by rolling waves, a piece of earthy yellow, the spirit was swimming in the river, and he saw the "Spiritual Wind Sword" in the river.
So, Fang Han used his energy to grab it.
Puchi!
In a flash, the Spirit Wind Sword actually flew out of the Huangquan River in the painting, and landed in Fang Han's hands, cutting Fang Han's palm again, and blood seeped in. Immediately, there was another feeling of flesh and blood. , conveyed to his heart.
"This spirit wind sword was refined by my blood drop sacrifice? Impossible, it was refined by someone else's blood drop sacrifice, and it needs a master in the mystical powers to erase the spirit of the blood. Could it be, is it possible that this map of the flood and the underworld can be used in addition to absorbing other people's magic weapons? In addition, it also has the effect of obliterating the spiritual imprint of blood? Then, if this is the case, I will be developed!"
Fang Han thought in his heart, his spirit moved, and he fluttered!
The large array inside the Spirit Wind Sword was in motion, and a gust of wind flew away, surrounded by the light of the sword, and chopped off a small tree with the size of a bowl's mouth a thousand steps away from him.
In Fang Han's heart, he was suddenly ecstatic!