Taoist Fang Xian

Chapter 91

Gollum~ Gollum~
As one after another Yanyun Pill was swallowed into his stomach.

only saw.

A steady stream of magic power was born from his body, and one after another innate qi emerged from nothingness.

At first it was just one or two.

However, when many Yanyun Pills turned into a steady stream of mana.

This one after another mana seems to be as vast as a sea of ​​smoke and clouds.

The innate qi of the two Jiazi is combined.

All of a sudden, the colorless and formless innate qi turned into the eloquent long mana.

This mana seems to be filled with a trace of anger.

With every move, a little mana leakage can make the water plants bloom and the dead trees bloom in spring.

Feeling the continuous innate air in the body.

Feeling the mana that has already been enriched for two years, Fang Xin couldn't help showing a smile at this time:

"It's about to start~"

When it comes to here.

The mana, which seemed to be surging like waves, began to wash rapidly up and down his whole body.

An inexplicable vitality appeared.

A stream of pure life energy spread out in all directions from the ancestral aperture of his spirit platform.

Blood is changing.

The emerald green light in the Lingtai swallowed the blood bit by bit, and then slowly expelled it from the body surface into the body.

Boom~ Boom...

A series of bone-crushing sounds sounded.

Then I saw that the many bones that originally supported Fang Xin's body were slowly being broken bit by bit.

A bit of bone is broken, and the emerald green energy, the emerald green vitality is to repair and grow the broken bone.

The old bones were turned into powder, and were excreted bit by bit along with the waste blood.

This process is too bloody.

I only saw a daoist who was looking graceful at first, but at this moment blood was flowing all over his body.

even.

The whole person is weak and boneless.

The newly regenerated bones seemed unable to fully support his entire body.

Even his skull seemed limp.

It looked like a layer of skin on the outside, wrapping his whole body tightly in it.

The blood flowed out little by little.

New blood is born and old blood is expelled.

It is precisely because of this.

This blood flowed out continuously.

This is not something that can be accomplished overnight, but requires continuous bloodletting and continuous broken bones.

that's it.

One hundred days passed.

When I looked at Fang Xin again, I saw him lying on the stone steps with a pale complexion.

The whole person is extremely weak.

And the entire cave was filled with all the waste blood, residue and bones in all directions.

at last.

Feeling the changes in oneself, feeling the bones, blood, and internal organs, the whole body has undergone a transformation.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Xin did not use his hands to kill, but a little light flashed in the Lingtai, and then he said:
"Rise from the ashes!"

The words fall.

A little bit of spiritual fire fell from his spiritual platform, turned into a little spark, and landed on him.

next moment.

The sparks seemed to have fallen into the fire oil, and in an instant, a very hot flame burned from his whole body.

boom! ! !
The flame burned very violently.

Visible to the naked eye, his entire body was also burned quickly like a piece of dry wood.

For a while.

The body that could still be seen clearly at the moment was involuntarily turned into a pitch-black coke.

The flames are still burning.

at last.

At one point, it was as if all the fuel in the coke had been burned.

The coke is slowly decomposing.

In a short time, it scattered and made a lot of fly ash, which was scattered on the ground.

Only a few sparks are still burning.

It also looks like the little spark in the past!
"boom!!"

The sudden flame was once again ignited by sparks.

only.

This time, the Mars has nothing to burn, as if it was created out of thin air.

The flame burned bigger and bigger, and it burned bigger and bigger.

After a while, a big fireball with a height of Zhang Xu was formed.

brush!
A little spiritual light bloomed from the flame.

Then I saw a small seed in the ground, which seemed to take root and sprout, and two leaves grew out.

Keep growing, keep sprouting.

In a short while, that small seed turned into a big gourd vine with a full length of Zhang Xu.

Gourd vines burn in flames.

The only big green gourd seemed to be becoming more and more transparent under the burning of the flames.

Snapped!
A crisp sound rang out.

Then I saw the big green gourd suddenly bursting open from the middle.

Followed by.

All I saw was a three-inch paper man exactly the same as Fang Xin's length, jumping out of it.

hula la~
Paper figurines thrive in the wind.

In a short time, it turned into the size of an ordinary person, and the bones and flesh slowly filled in it.

Finally turned into an ordinary person!

And behind him, the growing gourd vine also began to wither slowly in the flames.

The flame is also gradually disappearing.

After a while, the cave became silent again.

And this moment.

Fang Xin, who had undergone a complete transformation, couldn't help but touch his arm, which was as crystal clear as jade, but more real:

"Tsk tsk tsk... not bad, really good."

"If you look at it from the perspective of practice, then my transformation this time should be in line with the true meaning of borrowing fakes to cultivate the real, and refining the fake to become real."

"It's really a surprise to see the next step, and even to a certain extent, it has more potential than the Colored Paper Color Body Technique."

thought of here.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the small pit next to him:
"rise!"

Looking into the pit.

Just looking at the dirt pit following the direction of his finger, there seemed to be a little bit of something arched out of the dirt.

pat~
At first it was just green shoots.

After a while, it grew rapidly and turned into the familiar human melon vine.

saw this scene.

Fang Xin shook his head, then continued to speak:
"It seems that there is still something missing."

As his words fell.

The watermelon vine quickly withered, and under the withered watermelon vine, a small sprout appeared again.

Green shoots grow quickly.

After a while, it turned into a long gourd vine like a horned dragon.

Followed by.

Where gourds were supposed to grow, a big emerald green watermelon suddenly grew.

It looks crystal clear and full.

Indistinctly, only a little energy and blood is needed to kill the enemy thousands of miles away.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xin nodded in satisfaction:
"Illusion should be all wishes come true~"

Immediately afterwards, he gently pinched the big gourd vine:

"brush!"

Green light blooms from it.

In the end, the gourd vine suddenly disappeared, and only a little bit of a seed-like thing fell into his hand.

Now it's a miracle.

In fact, it is time to participate in a higher-level battle.

thought of here.

He once again took out the small box containing the Yaksha Haunting Banner from his Qiankun bag.

With a divine thought, he moved the completely blackened leaf in his spiritual altar.

brush la la ~
The leaves vibrate slightly.

It was as if there had been some kind of special communication with the small white bone flag in front of him.

however.

No matter how the little banner feels, Fang Xin can no longer feel the feeling of being connected by blood.

Saw here.

Fang Xin quickly inserted the small bone flag in his waist, and then, with a wave of his sleeve, he directly knocked the boulder blocking the entrance of the cave into the air:
"boom!"

Stepping out, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared.

Immediately afterwards, he flew swaggeringly into the sky.

Then sensed the direction.

Then he flew towards the center of the mirage, among the deepest mountains:

"If it is calculated in three years."

"Then, it's only been a year, and it's impossible for all the dragon spirit fruits to mature."

"There is still time."

"If the chance is enough, then taking a dragon spirit fruit and going a step further, the real achievement of the master should be a small problem."

People at the master level compete for the Dragon Spirit Fruit, in order to further achieve the master of enlightenment.

And he didn't even reach the master.

Naturally, he would not set such a high goal.

There is only one goal.

That is to use the dragon spirit fruit to cultivate a great spell.

Walk on the wind.

Along the way, he swaggered past the highest level in the sky.

only.

During the period of time he was flying, except for some people fighting, he didn't see a single emptiness flower.

It seems that because of the overwhelming luck during this period of time, his overall luck has begun to drop.

For a while.

Stepping on the spell that has already advanced further, he came to the central mountain in the deepest layer of the mirage.

Look inside.

With just a flash of the aura, one can see that there are many Taoist auras flashing in the depths of this mountain.

Impressively.

The reason why he met a small number of Taoists along the way is because these Taoists have already entered the deepest part of this mirage.

Stop the wind.

Taking advantage of that little breeze, Fang Xin started to gallop towards this extremely dense and deeper mountain forest.

Sure enough, there are many people here.

Before he could take two steps, he saw a struggle ahead.

only saw.

In the high mountain in front, several black-eyed Taoists with tridents on their backs, stepped on a cloud of clouds, and confronted the smiling old Taoist in front of them like this.

Although the atmosphere was tense on both sides.

To be precise, it was the Wuyan Taoists who were carrying tridents that were very tense.

The one on the opposite side who kept smiling, holding two straws, seemed to be an old man who was weaving gadgets, with a smile on his face all the time.

at last.

Of those black-eyed Taoists with tridents on their backs, the leader couldn't help feeling a little impatient:

"We have no grievances in the past, and we have no grievances in the present. Why does Senior Guisheng have to make things difficult for us Rakshamen?"

"Why don't seniors let the few of us go away? I will definitely tell the elders when I get back, and I will never forget the kindness of seniors."

heard these words.

Holding a few straws in his hand, the ghost rope old man who has been weaving things can't help but smile:
"Hey Hey……"

A mouthful of broken yellow teeth protruded from his mouth, making her look a bit wretched:
"It's not that the old man is against you Rakshamen, but that you have never let me go~"

When it comes to here.

The ghost rope old man stuck out his tongue and licked his upper and lower lips:

"Why do you want to make yourself so fragrant one by one?"

"This pure taste of the soul is simply too tempting, it's simply unstoppable!"

Hear this.

Several black-eyed Taoists from Rakshamen couldn't help but change their expressions wildly:

"It turned out to be you!!"

Rakshamen devours souls and lives, he has always been the only one who devours others, and no one else has devoured him.

But after entering this mirage, the number of Rakshamen has been decreasing.

Originally they were still investigating.

From the looks of it now, I'm afraid it's all due to the poisonous hands of the old monster in front of me!

thought of here.

The Wuyan Taoists from the Rakshamen quickly took the trident in their hands.

Then he took out the small bag he was carrying:

"Drunken wind bag!"

Several bags opened quickly.

Afterwards, countless gusts of wind were seen blowing towards the old man who was knitting something in his hand.

There was a hint of alcohol in the strong wind.

It seems that if people smell it, they will fall to the ground.

The tridents in their hands also emitted streaks of black brilliance, which looked extremely strange.

see this scene.

The old man Guisheng couldn't help but chuckled, showing a look of disdain:

"Small bug ears!"

After the words fell, the old man Guisheng threw the straw rope he was braiding upwards.

brush!
The grass rope becomes larger in the wind.

Afterwards, like a long dragon, it pierced many black-eyed Taoists with lightning speed.

The grass rope was threaded on their lute bones, it didn't kill them, instead they were threaded together like grasshoppers.

a time.

Whether it was the trident on their backs or the drunk wind bag in their hands, they all fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the old man Guisheng couldn't help laughing even more happily:

"Hey... another bunch of snacks."

"Even if you can't find the Dragon Spirit Fruit, you can still fill your stomach."

When he said this, he made a move.

Then he saw the straw rope with a length of tens of feet, which was worn by the five Rakshasa priests, and flew towards him.

Howling with the wind.

The straw rope with the five Raksha Taoists also became smaller and smaller, and it became a foot long in a short time.

And those five Taoist priests from the Rakshasa Gate are now about the size of a thumb.

It was struggling around like grasshoppers being strung together.

Grab the two sides of the grass rope, and then, the ghost old man tied the two sides together to form a circle:
"Hey, save you guys first!"

After the words fell, he put the straw rope wearing five Taoists, and put it in the small bamboo basket around his waist.

The action is very skilled.

And just after he put down the things, the old ghost rope raised his head, and then said to the distance with a smile:

"After watching it for so long, why didn't Fellow Daoist show up to see it?"

(End of this chapter)