Fang Xing didn't get up immediately, but continued to sit cross-legged, familiar with the huge spiritual power in his body.
After the Python Dry Clam Demon Pill was refined by the Taishanghua Lingjing, the energy produced was like a well. Fang Xing felt like he was in a huge gold mine, panning for gold crazily. The aura extracted from it not only broke through the triple bottleneck of agility, but also caused the aura in his body to explode, flowing through the meridians, surging like a river.
These people can only sense a little bit of aura from the spirit stone after exhausting all their strength, and they feel extremely abundant at this time.
After about half an hour, he opened his eyes happily.
It succeeded, an adventure, in exchange for a mutation from the peak of the second level of intelligence to the middle level of the third level of intelligence.
In the middle, there is even a smart three-level breakthrough!
You must know that every time a monk breaks a bottleneck in his practice, he breaks his own limit. This is the most difficult hurdle on the road of practice. It can be said that every breakthrough is equal to a muscle-cleansing and rebirth.
"I'll go, there's this thing again, it stinks..."
Fang Xing smelled the stench on his body, and immediately frowned. He didn't care about other problems, and hurried to find a clean water pool nearby. He checked it with the Yin-Yang God and Demon Guide, and made sure that there was no fine-toothed fish in it. After the weird monster, he jumped down and rubbed himself three times in a row. He was considered experienced at this time, and he was not as flustered as last time.
He also understands in his heart that this is his body expelling some toxins and impurities accumulated in the past, which is equivalent to washing the body.
"Huh? The sun is about to set. Could it be that my practice has lasted for a day and a night?"
In the pool, Fang Xing noticed that the current moment was actually the setting sun.
Presumably, the demon pill of the fourth-order monster python withered clam really exceeded his limit too much, so even if it is refined by the etheric spiritual scriptures, it can only be refined step by step. After all the refining, the time is enough Twelve hours have passed!
Of course, the benefits are also obvious. Without the inner alchemy of the python clam, it would take at least one or two years for Fang Xing to break through from the peak of the second level of smartness to the middle level of the third level of smartness. This still depends on resources. Under sufficient circumstances, now, one night is worth two years of hard work. No matter what you say about this business, it is a big profit!
"Owning the Supreme Transformation Spiritual Sutra, as long as I swallow a large amount of demon pills, I can use the method of refining and transforming Qi endlessly. This method is like opening another door for me, as if Others are making money, but I am directly guarding a treasure cave and moving money from inside to outside. This method is naturally much faster than others... "
Fang Xing thought about it slowly, the more he thought about it, the more complacent he became, and he couldn't help laughing out loud, but his eyes were a little cold and radiant.
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"Qing Yunzong, I'm finally back, and I finally escaped with my life..."
Ten days later, at the quiet gate of Qingyun Sect, a miserable little beggar suddenly came. His clothes were torn and his face was covered with mud. The big animal legs, I don't know what kind of monster it is, it looks very miserable, when it came to the mountain gate, before the gatekeeper disciples drove it away, it burst into tears.
Several door guard disciples rushed up to drink and ask what happened, the little beggar showed a small wooden sign, and cried: "I am Fang Xing, an outer disciple. Half a month ago, I received a talisman with Senior Brother Hou Qing and others, and went to Monster Miasma Mountain beheaded and killed the monster python, and the result...it was a tragedy, several senior brothers died, and I was the only one left.
Naturally, this little beggar was able to do it. After staying in Yao Miasma Mountain for a few days, he finally set foot on his way home.
But he also kept an eye out, for the convenience of deceiving people, he deliberately dressed up like this.
"Brother Hou is dead?"
These disciples guarding the door were all from the outer sect, and they had heard of Hou Qing's name, and they were shocked.
Several people immediately assigned a person to go into the mountain to report to the elders of Fuzhao Hall, and the other people helped Fang Xing in. One of them frowned and looked at the demon clam leg on his back, and wanted to throw it away for him, but Fang Xing refused. Ken, shouted: "Don't touch my leg, I came back from eating this thing along the way... This is the proof that we have killed the monster, no one can move..."
Several gatekeeper disciples couldn't laugh or cry, so they had no choice but to let him go.
But when they saw Fang Xing's miserable state, their hearts were a little beating.
They are all disciples of the outer sect. If they want to enter the inner sect, unless their family will pay them huge sums of money to buy them broken-level pills, they will have to receive a talisman sooner or later. Seeing Fang Xing's miserable situation at this time, I can't help but feel a little scared .
"Where are the disciples who went out to kill monsters?"
Not long after, an old man in a green shirt hurried over with a sword. Fang Xing glanced at him from afar, but he was seven levels of agility.
"They're all dead..."
When Fang Xing waited for the old man to come to him, he suddenly played the trombone, which startled the old man.
"Everyone is dead?"
The old man knew who it was without anyone answering. With the toad's legs still on Fang Xing's back, he frowned and asked.
"Except for me, Senior Brother Hou Qing, Senior Brother Liu San, Senior Brother Qian Tong, Senior Brother Zhao Zhi... are all dead..."
Fang Xing seemed to be crying very sadly, but also seemed to be very frightened, as if he had been frightened.
"You come with me!"
The blue-clothed elder's face froze, he stretched out his hand and raised Fang Xing, and flew towards a mountain peak inside the Taoist gate with his sword.
It is not a trivial matter to kill four disciples with one lowest-level demon-slaying talisman.
In the past, when Taoist sects issued talisman edicts, disciples from inner and outer sects, and even true disciples, were seriously injured or even wiped out. However, the simplest demon-killing talisman turned out to be like this, which is really rare.
When he didn't come, Elder Qingshan brought Fang Xing to a hall on Yunyin Peak. This hall was the Hall of Fuzhao, but he didn't go in. Instead, he led him directly to a small building next to him. When they arrived at a small hall, they asked Fang Xing to sit on the futon to rest, and he lit a messenger talisman to notify the other two deacons and elders of the Hall of Talismans to come to the small building.
Fang Xing looked at it curiously, but he saw that the small building was like a study. It was said to be a small building, but the internal environment was actually very spacious. There were two rows of sandalwood shelves on both sides, and there were pieces of them The jade tablet, and in the middle, there are three antique grand master chairs. The elder Qingshan sat on the leftmost grand master chair, waiting for the other two to come.
And three feet in front of the grand master's chair, there were seven or eight futons in a row, and Fang Xing sat on the middle futon.
This should be the place where the deacons and elders of Fuzhao Palace are in charge. Fang Xingbian also waited honestly, wondering what he would say in a daze.
Not long after, the other two elders arrived, but they were all agile, with very old faces.
Fang Xing knew that they were all Qing Yunzong's inner disciples in the past, and when they reached a certain age, they became elders.
These elders are assigned to be directors in the various halls of the Qingyun Sect, and they are some elders with the lowest status in the Taoist sect.
Those who stayed like them are only a small part, and more people returned to the common world after they had no hope of practicing Jin, and formed aristocratic families and multiplied bloodlines, hoping that there would be talented people in their descendants Appear.
"Junior, what is your last name?"
After the three elders sat down, they stared at Fang Xing solemnly.
Fang Xing replied honestly: "Disciple Fang Xing has met the three elders..."
The elder in green shirt nodded, and said, "Tell me about the process of killing the demon in detail..."
"Yes, the disciple obeyed..."
Fang Xing grimaced, looking like he was thinking about the sad things again, but he still told the story he had made up in detail: "Senior Brother Hou Qing took the four of us to the Demon Miasma Mountain to kill demons. I have a specific plan, but they didn't elaborate with me because they saw that the disciple was young. They should plan to set a trap first, and then use bait to attract the clams..."
The three elders looked at each other, and they all showed a knowing look.
They were all experienced people, and after hearing Fang Xing's words, they somewhat guessed the intention of Hou Qing and the others.
"Did they say what kind of bait it is?" asked a majestic elder.
"Senior Brother Hou Qing didn't say anything, but Senior Brother Qian Tong told his disciples with a smile, and the disciples will know after a while..."
After hearing this, the three elders looked at each other, smiled coldly, and signaled Fang Xing to continue.