Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 670
The dialect didn't blame Ni Xu's thoughts. Judging by Taoist Ni Xu's appearance, he knew that he didn't know the truth. Facing Xiang Fei's instructions from a distracted senior, it was difficult for Ni Xu to object even if he was already in Nascent Soul Dzogchen, not to mention he still had good intentions. Lead yourself to get acquainted with that Da Xilu.

After saying goodbye to Taoist Ni Xu, Fang Yan returned to the Tianxing secret realm, returned to his closed room, and continued to refine the breath left by the blood beard.

As the breath left by the blood beard was refined and absorbed by the dialect one by one, and its own origin became more and more vigorous, the dialect was naturally overjoyed.

After another two months of hard work, the dialect that was working on its own sensed a fluctuation outside his secret room, and then a voice came into his ears.

For this senior who took great care of himself, Fang Yan was very close to him, and immediately waved his hand formula to open the door.

"Fang Yan has met Senior Jian Xing." Welcomed Taoist Jian Xing into his secret room, Fang Yan saluted immediately, but he was still guessing in his heart. He didn't know why this senior came to find him in person. It is said that he had something to find I only need a message, why do I need this core disciple? Moreover, when the car in the realm came back, Jian Xingdao talent alone reminded himself, it was only a few months, and he came here again in person In his secret room.

"Haha, don't be too polite in dialect. I'll take a look at your injury. It's not bad. It's been refined a lot." Taoist Jianxing waved his hand, and then scanned the dialect with his spiritual sense, and found out the dialect in the blink of an eye. Of course, this is also the reason why the dialect did not avoid him.

"It will take at least half a year to fully refine." Of course, Fang Yan knew his own affairs, and said slowly, but he said that it would take more than half a year to refine. For a few years, no monk was unwilling.And in the past two months, Dialect also discovered that the benefits of the breath of blood beard are not only the original power.

Two months of continuous practice, while refining and absorbing the source, the dialect seems to have touched a threshold, fused into the will and breath, this is already the power of Taoism, except for the Lin Rushi dialect. Cultivator Infant has the power of Taoism, and now he has vaguely touched a little bit, and he is naturally happy in his heart, but now he has only touched a little bit, and he is still far from truly mastering the power of Taoism.

"The prestige of the blood emperor is that I also want to look up to you. You are lucky enough to have survived under his breath, but you can recover in just a year and a half. What else do you have?" Those who complain, not to mention the benefits you get after refining, are really dissatisfied."

Although Taoist Jianxing reprimanded the language, he did not hide the meaning of intimacy. It was not like a master to a disciple, but rather like a brother to a brother. After saying a few words, Taoist Jianxing seemed to remember that he had returned today. Something else stretched out his hand and handed a jade bottle to Fang Yan.

"This is?" Dialect asked Taoist Jianxing suspiciously. Taoist Jianxing was close to him, but it seemed that he would not go alone just to give something to a junior.

"I didn't give this to you. You earned it yourself. You actually attracted the favor of Taoist Moli of Bai Yuanzong and sent someone to send you a gift. Even I don't have as much face as you. If you No, I'll put it away." Taoist Jianxing said rather jealously, of course he meant more as a joke, it seemed that Taoist Jianxing's playful nature would be revealed from time to time in the face of the younger generation of dialect.

Hearing this, Fang Yan knew it, and immediately stretched out his hand and took the jade bottle into his hand: "Sword Star, a generation of masters, why are you still arguing with me, a junior?"

Daoist Jian Xing glanced at the dialect, even if he opened several seals on the jade bottle, the dialect had already guessed the gift mentioned by Taoist Mo Li, and at this moment, when he checked his consciousness, it turned out to be the blood of the ancestor of the witch, but it seemed too much After a while, a lump of black blood the size of a fist was hanging in the jade bottle, and spread out, which was equivalent to more than a dozen drops. I thought that I would be very satisfied with just one or two drops. Seeing such a large group, I almost lost my mind. With so much blood of ancestor shamans, even if the Fanjue body training technique cannot break through to the fourth floor, it can definitely be improved by a large amount.

Watching Fang Yan put away the jade bottle happily, Taoist Jian Xing still showed a little strangeness, he didn't know that Fang Yan had refined two drops of the same black blood: "Do you know this thing?"

The dialect, whose joy has not yet dissipated, immediately said: "I know, the blood of Wu Zu, it is rumored that it is the essence blood left by Wu Zu, but this kind of statement is a bit far-fetched, the power in this blood drop is so strong, it seems that it is not worthy The name of Wuzu."

Hearing the words in the dialect, Taoist Jian Xing knew the dialect but knew the origin of the blood drop, and immediately smiled: "I am troubled, I think it was Wu Chanming, the distracted monk of the Wu tribe, who told you, you little The age is not high, and it has something to do with many people, but you have to remember that the art of body training is only a means after all, only the cultivation of the soul is the root, and you must not let your body and mind fall into body training, etc After you refine the residual breath of the blood emperor, you still need to concentrate on cultivation, the Xuanlan domain is not peaceful recently, and there may be big things happening in the future."

In just two months, it was the second time Taoist Sword Star mentioned something about himself, but the last few words shocked the dialect. event.

Dialect raised his head and asked, "Thank you senior, what happened to the Xuanlan Domain, is there another blood emperor who has become a demon?"

Taoist Jian Xing waved his hand and said: "That's not true, but if something happens, it may be more influential than the blood emperor's enchantment. These are not things you should care about. You can practice with peace of mind. Your own strength is the greatest at any time." ensure."

After finishing speaking, Taoist Jian Xing didn't stay any longer, and left the dialect secret room in a flash.

Dialect also understood that Jian Xing had sent him the blood of the Ancestor Wu, probably because he was worried that he was ignorant and wasting such spiritual things, so he came here to teach him, and he was very moved, but then Fang Yan began to think about the coming of Jian Xing Taoist. What are the words when you leave?
After a while, Fang Yan put away his thoughts, as Taoist Jian Xing said, things that even he was uncertain about were not things that he, a Nascent Soul cultivator, should consider at all. Then he closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, continued to activate the exercises, and started refining That blood emperor breath.

The days passed day by day, and the time was longer than Fang Yan had expected, and it was more than a year in the blink of an eye. On this day, Fang Yan finally stood up easily, and there was no trace of blood in his meridians. It was refreshing for a while, the cultivation level was not improved much, and it was even slightly lower than before. After all, it is difficult to cultivate all the time to suppress the blood beard breath, and it will be attacked by it constantly, but Fang Yan knows that his strength at this moment is much higher than before. Less, the original source is much thicker, and now I have a much more intimate control over the power of the five elements, and I can activate the spell much faster when I wave it.

After refining the breath of the blood beard, the next thing Dialect has to do is to practice and improve. Originally, Dialect knew that although his soul is also considered compact, it is not inferior to ordinary Nascent Soul late-stage monks. His physical body is going to be worse, and the encounter in the car this time proves this point even more. If Taoist Yutian didn't arrive, the two auras of the blood beard would have wiped him out. Later, Taoist Jian Xing gave two pointers, and Fang Yan naturally knew that he should practice the Star Power Pure God Art, which is a skill to enhance the power of the soul.

However, the dialect did not immediately swallow the Nine Turns Soothing Soul Pill, but after running the Xingyun Jue and Xingli Jue Shen Jue for a while, he stopped the practice and backhanded the jade bottle sent by Taoist Mo Li of Bai Yuanzong Take it out, compared to the Xingyun Jue to improve the soul, the Xingyun Jue improves the cultivation base, refining the blood of the ancestor shaman is much faster, and within a month, this blood of the ancestral shaman can be refined and absorbed without delaying the cultivation. The dialect is naturally Refining this quick-improving spirit first.

(End of this chapter)