Anxian is exploring the ruins of the Array of Yimen this time. She originally planned to go back and forth in one day, but she found that the ruins were relatively well preserved, and the inner formations were interlocked. original appearance.
Array Yimen is famous all over the world for its formation, with eighty-one square formations, seven hundred and twenty-nine kinds of magic formulas, and the number of five elements, which are ever-changing. The Lingyuan faction where An Xian is located is mainly based on alchemy cultivation and is good at cultivation and refining medicine. Array Yimen is nothing but idle.
An Xian found many jade slips in the ruins that introduced the formation method, including the method of arranging the teleportation formation. However, a small teleportation formation requires five cultivators of Jindan stage or above to arrange together, unless one's own cultivation base reaches the integration stage, a teleportation formation can be completed alone.
Put this matter aside for the time being, An Xian has other plans in his mind.
There is also a surprising discovery in this exploration, that is, the energy supporting the core formation is not a spiritual stone, but a bone, to be precise, a human collarbone.
The owner of this collarbone is definitely a god. Unrefined immortal bones cannot support a grand formation for thousands of years. Only the blood of the gods can have such a powerful force.
An Xian couldn't believe that there would be a divine bone in the formation gate, and it was also used by them as an energy source to maintain the formation. This kind of reckless behavior is really puzzling.
In the world of comprehension, a piece of divine bone is enough to trigger a bloody battle. Is it not the rhythm of waiting to be wiped out? Before An Xian, she had never seen a god, nor heard any rumors about the god bone. Presumably this happened after she fell asleep.
Could it be that this divine bone has something to do with the changes in the cultivation world
If it really involves the gods, then it is not surprising that any changes have occurred in the world of self-cultivation. A god-man wants to destroy a planet, but it is a matter of one thought. So, is this divine bone a collection that some great master accidentally left behind, or is the whole body left in the world of self-cultivation after the fall of a divine being, and this collarbone is just a part of his body
If the former is normal, if the latter, it will be shocking.
Anxian was very tempted by this divine bone, but if he took it away, the defense of Zhen Yimen would collapse immediately, and he would disappear in the torrent of history. She couldn't bear to see such a well-preserved ruin destroyed, and with her current strength, she couldn't refine the divine bones. It is better to wait for her to transfer all the relics left by Zhen Yimen, and then collect this divine bone. In the future, if you meet someone with a predestined relationship, you may be able to pass on these relics to him and let him rebuild the Array Yimen.
After making the decision, An Xian stayed in the Array of Yimen. With the help of the power of the gods, he practiced in meditation for several days. He advanced from the middle stage of Jindan to the late stage of Jindan in one fell swoop. It only takes an opportunity to break through the Nascent Soul stage.
By the time she returns to the mental hospital, it will be a week later.
As soon as he came back, he ran into the ombudsman who committed the crime, and learned that someone had sneaked into the mental hospital. An Xian took advantage of the situation to clean up the two guys who were in the way. As for the two infiltrators, they will be closed for the time being. You don't need to question them and know their origins. All right.
However, there has been no movement from the research institute, and it seems to have given up.
An Xian adhered to the principle of "no one commits me, I don't commit another", and did not take the initiative to pick things up. After all, she didn't want to leave her current industry and become a full-time assassin. It's the right way to take it as soon as it's good, and to develop steadily.
"Leader, isn't it time for you to show your face?" Bai Houchu called and said with some schadenfreude, "If you don't show your face, your pollen will be in the newspaper office. No, they've already started the newspaper office."
"Newspaper?" An Xian asked suspiciously as he walked towards Qiao Yuli's office.
"You can read it online, anyway, I can't hold it anymore." Bai Houchu said that he couldn't help.
"Well, I see, I'll go take a look later." After finishing the communication, An Xian knocked on the door, and then pushed in.
"Leader, do you have something to do with me?" Qiao Yuli got up and led him over.
An Xian put the flower pot in his hand on the window sill and said, "This pot of silk-wrapped grass is for you."
Qiao Yuli was the only person in the entire mental hospital who was born with magical energy, and ordinary plants could not assist him in his cultivation. This silk-wrapped grass is cultivated by using the magic energy in the water bottle, and it can convert the essence of the moon and the yin energy of the world into the energy required by Qiao Yuli.
Anxian has not found any exercises suitable for magic cultivators for the time being, so he can only help him with basic training. Qiao Yuli was used as a test product by his father since he was a child, and he suffered many times of abolishment of the exercises, and his body was already weak. .
As the intended disciple of the Tracing Sect, if he could not live for three to five hundred years, An Xian would be embarrassed to be the head.
"Thank you." Qiao Yuli looked at the silk grass in surprise, not understanding why the leader suddenly gave him a pot of grass.
Just looking at it this time, he couldn't take his eyes away. The silk-wrapped grass, which was originally wrapped in a column shape, slowly spread out under the moonlight, strands of strands, dancing lightly in the air, flowing with silver brilliance, like a girl's gauze, elegant and charming.
Qiao Yuli was fascinated, and faintly felt a clear spring flowing through his limbs, conditioning his body and pulling his breath.
I don't know how long it took, Qiao Yuli woke up from the trance state, looked around for a week, and found that he was the only one left in the room, and the leader of the alliance had quietly left.
Qiao Yuli looked at the pot of silk-wrapped grass again, and after a long while he whispered softly, "Thank you..."
An Xian returned to his office, turned on the computer, and boarded the pollen forum, and was dazzled by the blood-red headlines on the screen.
[What about the live broadcast? What about cute pets? How about a scumbag beauty? I don't want gifts, I just want to see the male god! ! !]
[Leader, do you remember the concubines who stood in front of the screen every day, waiting to be fed? !]
[I’m so sad that I’m already crying and fainting in the toilet, my mother no longer has to worry about flushing the toilet without water!]
[Be careful and told me in a dream yesterday that the leader of the alliance secretly raised a child. I didn't believe it until I saw someone calling him "Dad" in the forum yesterday in the madhouse.]
[Dad, don't patronize the children at home, at least take care of the other children scattered all over the world!]
…
An Xian looked inexplicable, quickly boarded the madman's hall, and found a post titled [My father is the leader of the Huahua Alliance], and the poster was "Huahuaerzhe".
This naive and unbearable pretentious sentence...
With the mood of Lei, An Xian resolutely opened this post, the first sentence was: [This is my first time posting, I decided to give my first time to my father.]
An Xian: "..." Someone has already ruined his image terribly...
[My father is the leader of the Huahua Alliance and a psychiatrist. He is very busy every day and has no time to accompany me, but I still love him very much. I learned to post today, and I learned to write poetry. I'm going to write a hymn to Dad.]
[I am a torch, you ignited me, let me lead the way, and fire in all directions.]
Anxian: "… "
[The cold life has since then gained temperature, and the dark eyes have since gained light.]
[I am a torch, you ignited me, let me sway with enthusiasm, and the flame illuminates people. You hold me in the palm of your hand and show me the world.]
[Ah~~ dear dad, you are my burning stick, you are my lighter, you are my burner, you are my stick man.]
An Xian covered his forehead: Who taught him to write poetry? (Bobby: It's me, it's me, it's me~~)
This post was posted a few days ago, and it was marked red and refined by the administrator, and a large group of people followed.
[Visually, the poster is no more than 7 years old.]
[Erzai is really a genius, a poem written with deep emotion and cadence.]
[The leader of the alliance is also my father. Every time I watch the live broadcast of the leader of the alliance, I want to kneel and call my father!]
[Emperor, the leader will be proud of you!]
[Father, the leader, where are you? !]
[Dad, we miss you!]
The following threads are all calling for "Dad".
Anxian: "… "
Close the post and go back to the Huahua Forum. Through the screen, you can feel the monstrous grievances of the pollen.
An Xian showed a "pampered" expression of "I can't help you", and made an announcement in Huahua World.
[Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, the new drug will be broadcast live.]
Just three seconds after the announcement was sent, more than a dozen people responded quickly.
[Ah, ah, I don't have dazzling eyes? Dad is going to start a live broadcast!]
[Dad, ask for a super super long live broadcast, it is best to make up for the one-time lack of it!]
[Upstairs second opinion!]
[Finally, I have a chance to let my father take me and pretend to take me to fly!]
[Dad, I don't ask for anything else, I just ask you to take on the responsibility of a father and nurture all your children well.]
[Waiting to feed...]
[Waiting to feed +1]
[Waiting to feed +2]
…
An Xian: Why did your painting style become like this...
At this moment, He Rin walked in holding a computer and said cheerfully, "Dad, you are also surfing the Internet."
An Xian was expressionless and said nothing.
He Rin leaned over to her, looked at her screen, and said unintentionally, "There are a lot of novel things on the Internet, such as confession posts, did Dad see it?"
A pair of shining eyes looked at her expectantly.
Anxian: Haha.
Seeing that she didn't speak, He Rin asked cautiously, "Dad, what's the matter with you?"
Because someone wrote a good poem, people all over the world are calling her "Dad", making her change from a national male god to a national father, how dare you ask her what's wrong? !
"He Dabao, I found that you have been very busy recently." An Xian's tone was strong.
"Not busy." He Rin said seriously, "I have a lot of things to do every day."
"No, you are very idle!" An Xian affirmed, "In order to prevent you from continuing to be so idle, I have decided to make an elite study plan for you."
He Dabao is cute.jpg: "Listen to Dad."